At that moment, the candidate at the front punched towards the center of the black stone, and spiderweb-like cracks instantly appeared on its surface. Upon closer inspection, the spiderweb cracks were actually patterns of light.
A middle-aged man next to him read out the results with a cold expression, "Zhang Shan, Strength C, Fail."
The candidate could not hide his disappointment upon hearing this.
Unfortunately, no one comforted him; it was immediately the next person's turn.
"Li Yong, Strength Level D, unqualified."
"Wang Zhi, Strength Level C, unqualified..."
A dozen or so failed the test, making the people in line behind them nervous.
Until a muscular man smashed the stone, the patterns on it were twice the size of the previous man's.
"Liu Minhao, Strength Level B."
The teacher taking notes took out a black token, pointed to the tall stone gate behind him, and said, "Pass the test, go in."
Liu Minhao, beaming with joy as he received the token, strode confidently through the gate amidst the envious gazes of the other examinees. Approximately one in thirty examinees would pass the strength test.
It's finally Shang Yanting's turn.
Jia Xitong watched from the front row.
He clenched his right fist and slammed it down on the rock.
The light patterns on the surface of the black stone were the largest they had ever seen, drawing gasps of amazement from those around them.
"Good, Strength Grade A."
The teacher taking notes nodded slightly, his brow relaxing a little. He handed the token to Shang Yanting and added a reminder, "This is only the second test, don't be arrogant. Go straight for 100 meters and turn left, that's the third test."
Shang Yanting had already put on a disguise mask and smiled at the person in front of him, adopting an elegant and humble demeanor, "Thank you, teacher."
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The first test assesses one's character.
The second test assesses strength.
The third and most important step is the foundation.
For martial artists, there is a saying that their foundation determines their fate.
The Holy Capital Academy divides its foundation into four grades: A, B, C, and D. Grade A is the highest grade, while grades C and D are not eligible for admission in the traditional examinations.
On the way, Shang Yanting encountered many people who had just emerged from the foundation test. They were full of vigor just moments before, but now their faces were ashen.
Of those who were tested on their foundation, only one in a hundred could reach grade B.
When Shang Yanting entered, there were only two qualified disciples in the third round. They sat in the empty student seats, looking at the newcomer with curiosity and pity, as if they had already foreseen Shang Yanting's fate.
First, they felt the bones.
Shang Yanting's entire skeleton was examined by the teachers in the room, and his gaze lightly swept over the words "intact bones, healthy body".
The academy teacher, oblivious to the danger, pointed to the cube on the table and said, "Place your palm on it and mobilize your internal energy."
Shang Yanting did not move upon hearing this, as he was now directly cultivating spiritual power.
It's not impossible for a high-level person to disguise themselves as a low-level person, but it's not something they're skilled at.
Shang Yanting had never attempted this before; it was an extremely risky move. He hesitated for a long time, almost making the academy teachers next to him impatient, before finally placing his palm on the cube.
The cube emitted a green light under the stimulation of the internal force transformed by true qi, and then turned yellow, orange, and red, illuminating the examination room in a bright red light.
"Grade A in foundational test".
It passed.
A rare second-class candidate since the surge in testing enthusiasm.
The college teacher, who had previously had a cold expression, now had a smile on her face. "Go and get your admission cards. Senior students will guide you through the enrollment process."
Although it was said to "you all," it was actually directed at Shang Yanting.
The other two freshmen, who had been in the testing room for a long time, breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this and followed Shang Yanting away.
"Greetings, sir. My name is Wu Changqiu."
"My name is Li Yan."
Shang Yanting nodded slightly, "My name is Yan Qing."
The two men took the initiative to strike up a conversation, and they chatted amiably along the way.
But most of the time, Shang Yanting was the one who listened, giving the two of them the illusion of being gentle and approachable.
"Brother Yan, your little beast is truly peculiar in appearance."
Wu Changqiu noticed the raccoon he was holding and reached out to touch it.
The genius fellow disciple with the 'good personality' in front of him suddenly changed his expression. Wu Changqiu looked into his dark eyes and his hand in mid-air suddenly dared not reach forward.
"My little beast is timid and fierce, and it's not suitable for others to touch it."
Shang Yanting used his arm to block the raccoon and explained softly.
When Wu Changqiu looked over again, his fellow disciple in front of him had a gentle and refined look in his eyes.
"Oh, Brother Yan is quite the sweetheart."
He withdrew his hand, realizing he must have misread it.
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Having successfully entered the academy, Jia Xitong no longer paid constant attention to Shang Yanting.
Burdened with enormous debt, she's about to start grinding for talismans.
In addition to the raw materials for 50,000 talisman papers, she now has 11 exploding talismans, 5 solidification talismans, 29 blessing talismans, and 7 upgraded version of the Sumeru talisman.
Based on its rarity, the Sumeru Talisman cannot be used to repay debts.
Keep the explosive talismans for self-defense.
Now that Shang Yanting has the Radiant Gold weapon, the Solidification Talisman is the least useful talisman.
There are 26 old-version Zhu You talismans that can only heal superficial wounds. The other 3 are upgraded versions that can not only heal external wounds but also replenish true qi and spiritual power.
Jia Xitong tidied up her personal savings, then took 5 solidified talismans and 26 old-version incantation talismans to pay off her debts. The moment she applied to pay off her debts, the 31 talismans placed in front of her disappeared, and a system notification sounded.
You have currently repaid 31/month.
This month I still have to repay 246 talismans and 20 talismans from Wanbaoge.
Jia Xitong took a deep breath as she thought about this—she never expected that she would transmigrate into the body of a working-class person.
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