Teacher Sun could sense the candidates' frustration and dissatisfaction without even looking back.
"Why, you don't want to take the cable car?"
Some candidates nodded subconsciously.
But then Teacher Sun said, "If you don't want to sit, don't sit. It will be regarded as giving up the test."
The necks of those candidates froze instantly, and they didn't dare to continue clicking, even if Teacher Sun didn't look back, for fear that they would be 'voluntarily given up the test' if they were not careful.
They were in awkward positions and felt miserable.
Several staff members came over to greet us.
Teacher Sun turned around and told the candidates, "You will follow the staff's instructions and take the cable car up the mountain in an orderly manner. I will go ahead and wait for you on the mountain. By the way, don't forget to pay for the cable car."
The candidates were stunned again.
Not only do they let us take the cable car up the mountain, but we also have to pay for it?
I really became a tourist...
After Teacher Sun spoke a few words to the staff, he summoned the flying sword from his mobile phone again, jumped up, flew into the sky, and disappeared in an instant, making the candidates extremely envious.
At this moment, the staff at the cable car station loudly arranged: "Come one by one, pay the fare first, and then line up to get on the cable car. There are eight people in a car. Don't squeeze or fight for seats..."
Faced with such a situation, what else can the candidates do? They can only pay the money obediently.
Soon, five or six hundred candidates took the cable car to Ciyu Pavilion on the mountainside.
Teacher Sun, who flew up on a sword, was sitting on a stone bench by the roadside, watching Douyin. The magical song "Dudududu, Duduweidudu" was loud and brainwashing.
After all the candidates arrived, Teacher Sun put away his phone and led the team. After climbing a section of mountain road, they arrived outside Shangqing Palace.
The admissions teachers from various schools, who had been watching the candidates through the light curtain, also came out and stood on the stone steps. Although they had deliberately suppressed their aura, it still made the candidates breathe poorly.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
This year's exam was hosted by Qingcheng Mountain Cultivation University. So the admissions teacher of Qingcheng Mountain, on behalf of all the cultivation universities in Shu, made the announcement: "There were 578 candidates who were supposed to attend this exam, and 570 actually attended, which meets the exam standards... Now I declare that the subject exams officially begin!"
Eight people actually missed the exam, which is tragic. But are the subject exams held here? I'm afraid the place is a bit small, and there's not enough space for them, right?
The candidates looked around, their expressions somewhat confused and hesitant.
The subject-based examination tests one's ability to master low-level spells in a certain profession within a specified time.
In the process of learning, there will definitely be all kinds of accidents. Even when doing experiments, there are still cases of laboratory explosions, let alone learning magic? If five or six hundred people are squeezed into this empty dam outside the Shangqing Palace for the exam, if they are not careful, it will cause large-scale casualties.
As the examinees were thinking, they suddenly saw a rain of data falling around them. Then, except for themselves, everyone else disappeared.
This scene is really scary.
Fortunately, a voice sounded in their ears in time: "Don't be nervous, this is an examination space created by magic. You will take the subject examination here. Here, you can learn magic with confidence and without worrying about accidents and damage."
This voice had a soothing power and the candidates quickly calmed down.
Su Mu looked around curiously, and said in amazement: "What is this? Is this a virtual space created by magic?"
He leaned down and patted the ground. The touch felt very real, so it shouldn't be an illusion.
"That's interesting..."
In my ears, the voice of explanation continues.
"Next, the spell system in the examination space will scan your talents and give you suggestions for the three most suitable professions."
“You can follow the advice and study, or you can choose a major according to your own interests.”
"The exam will last for two days. During these two days, you will all stay in this space. If you need food, water, or materials and utensils needed for medicine, cauldron food, etc., just think about it in your mind. But please don't waste it. Also, please classify and dispose of the garbage correctly. Don't throw it away randomly, otherwise you will be punished."
"Within two days, you can change majors and practice multiple times. But you must complete three or more professional assessments before the end of the exam. In the end, the system will give you a comprehensive score based on your overall performance..."
Sumu and his classmates had already learned about these exam instructions from reference books such as "Five-Year Examination and Three-Year Simulation" and the explanations of physical education teachers. But at this moment, they still listened very carefully, fearing that they would miss out on things that needed attention and affect their test scores.
And this year, there are indeed some new regulations.
For example, garbage classification...
Food waste is easy to deal with, but what category should the waste generated by professional tools such as pills, talismans, and equipment repairs be classified into?
Headache.
A beam of golden light swayed down and landed on every candidate in the examination space.
A constantly changing data screen then appeared before their eyes.
This is the examination system scanning them.
After a few seconds, the scan is complete.
Every candidate received professional advice based on his or her talents, with the exception of Su Mu.
Although the examination system scanned him, it did not give any suggestions.
This scene was naturally discovered by the admissions teachers who had returned to Shangqing Palace and were observing the candidates through the light curtain.
Although Su Mu was different, it did not cause much surprise, because although such things were rare, they did happen.
"It seems that this candidate's talent is quite average."
Many admissions teachers were shaking their heads. Even the one who had been interested in Su Mu before was completely disappointed in him at this moment.
Having average talent is not a good thing in spiritual practice, as it often means mediocrity. And it is difficult for mediocre people to achieve success.
Of course, throughout history there have been people who were of average talent but who were not mediocre, but who were all exceptional and superior.
But such people are extremely rare, and it is difficult to find one in a thousand years.
The admissions teachers didn't think that Su Mu was a gifted child.
In their opinion, it would be difficult for Sumu to get good grades, so they stopped paying attention to Sumu and put more attention and energy on other candidates, hoping to grab a promising student for their school.
And Su Mu finally received a reply from the examination system at this moment: "Your talent is average, but what can I suggest? Please choose the major you are interested in to take the exam."
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