His demeanor and the way he stood in line even attracted the attention of other teachers. This person also had some connection with them; he was Qu Changxi.
"Fellow Daoist Yan!"
As a scion of a prominent family, he was naturally aware of Shang Yanting's identity.
But this also made him even more incredulous.
A year ago, this person was just a second-year disciple who made a living by selling talismans. In just one year, his strength has leaped to the Martial King level, and soon he will even become a professor.
Everyone in the academy says he's a genius, and anyone who meets him feels ashamed of their own inferiority.
"Fellow Daoist Qu".
Shang Yanting nodded slightly. "Why are you here?"
"These students need a mentor."
The scattered students weren't as organized as the special class, and it was even harder to find a teacher to lead them. These students had all come to him for help, which is why he came to assist them.
"A winding path is a friend to all."
"I dare not accept such praise."
Hearing Shang Yanting's words, Qu Changxi shook his head, "I was just lending a hand to make a good connection. Besides, these disciples think the special class's formation is particularly good, and the graduation test is a great opportunity to showcase it. Those disciples wanted to ask if they could stand like the special class."
Qu Changxi led only a dozen or so people.
Compared to those who blindly follow suit and line up in formation without even saying hello, he could be considered a gentleman.
It's pointless to say no now.
"nature."
Shang Yanting smiled slightly, deciding to do him a favor.
Then, the groups that were originally in small groups all stood neatly and upright, and rolled up.
When the elderly man in charge came to preside, he was taken aback when he saw the several neat rows of soldiers in the square.
These reactions were all captured without exception by the magical artifact in the sky. At this moment, the crowd sitting in a huge square, watching the images projected back by the artifact, whispered among themselves.
"Haha, look at the teacher's expression."
"I'm stunned. When have I ever seen such well-organized disciples?"
"This year's test is quite interesting."
...
The old man was a worldly man.
He quickly composed himself and spoke from the highest point.
"There are 6 groups, totaling 143 people, participating in this graduation test. Only those who complete all the tests will have the opportunity to graduate. Please remember that the pass rate is 30%, and your friends, classmates, and everyone around you are your competitors."
After these words were spoken, the previously harmonious crowd's expressions changed.
The atmosphere subtly began to freeze.
"The first test item is willpower."
You will need to travel 1,200 kilometers within three days. During this time, you are prohibited from using spiritual power or magical beasts, and you cannot use any magical artifacts. You may only consume the food provided. Violating these rules will result in immediate failure of the test.
The old man pointed to the backpack that had been prepared in front of him, "It contains all the supplies you need for the next three days. You can take it and go."
To cover 1,200 kilometers in three days, you need to walk 400 kilometers each day.
Even by car on the highway, it would take about four hours to get there.
Upon hearing the old man's words, the surrounding disciples picked up their bundles, found the maps inside, and then ran quickly outside.
Only the Third Special Squad remained in place for the time being.
They had also put on their schoolbags by then, but they didn't rush to compete for the moment.
What are they trying to do?
"Aren't the students in the special training class at all worried about covering 1,500 kilometers in three days?"
Attention outside was once again focused on the special team, but they were actually just checking the contents of the backpacks.
Inside were three pieces of dry food wrapped in oilcloth and a water bottle.
According to the previous requirements, they cannot use spiritual power or magical beasts, nor can they use magical artifacts. They can only eat the food in their backpacks, but there are no restrictions on water sources, which means they can get water along the way.
The map shows an unfamiliar track.
They didn't know what was ahead, but when they arrived they saw a huge pool.
The disciples of the special class all filled their water bottles with water before they were ready to set off.
They started running.
"One two one, one two one, one two one."
They chanted strange slogans, and their steps and speed were consistent, with little variation.
The onlookers looked at each other, not understanding what was being shouted.
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If you're driving 500 kilometers a day, you have to maintain a certain speed.
For an average person, walking on a flat road for 8 hours covers approximately 40 kilometers.
This is ten times the standard for an average person.
It's fortunate that these people are martial cultivators, and even martial spirit level martial cultivators at that. They have long since transcended the realm of ordinary people. Even without using spiritual power, their physical attributes are countless times better than those of ordinary people.
King Wu has even reached the Bigu realm, which means that he can survive without eating or drinking, relying solely on cultivation and the absorption of spiritual energy.
Wait, fasting?
King Wu?
Jia Xitong glanced at Shang Yanting, who had drunk two large bowls of ginseng chicken soup yesterday.
"What's wrong?"
"……nothing."
Jia Xitong looked away. It's just a meal, we can afford it.
Aside from the special class, the other third-year students were all running independently, each trying to outrun the others. The special class maintained a steady pace and ran all morning without encountering a single other student.
"They are so slow."
On the very first day, the special team attracted attention because of its unconventional style.
They ran about 80 kilometers in the entire morning.
This distance sounds terrifying to ordinary people, but it's basic stuff in the world of martial arts cultivators. Even the slowest cultivator ahead of them was now thirty kilometers ahead.
"They're actually resting?"
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