Chapter 159: Cheating Artifact

The moment Duan Rong projected his Divine Sense, he immediately entered a wondrous state; within a hundred-meter radius centered on him, even things as small as flying dust or insects were clearly visible to him, all known and all seen...

Duan Rong suddenly thought of a wuxia drama he had watched in his past life, the Chen Xiaochun version of *The Deer and the Cauldron*.

Wei Xiaobao went to Shaolin Temple to become a monk on behalf of the Emperor, and the one responsible for teaching him martial arts and protecting his safety was Cheng Guan, the Head of the Prajna Hall at Shaolin Temple.

Cheng Guan told Wei Xiaobao that he could know if a mosquito flew by within a hundred paces.

And at this moment, Duan Rong was just like Cheng Guan in the drama!

With a shift of his mind, the exam paper of that thin Intern Escort appeared as if it were right before his eyes, every word clear, not missing a single bit...

Duan Rong picked up the brush resting on the brush rack and began to write furiously, not only answering the final question but also filling in the omissions in the previous five questions.

After all, Duan Rong had only been on one escort mission, and even if Xiao Yu taught him patiently, it could only be situational instruction; the knowledge of escorting was so cumbersome and complex that it was impossible to cram it all into him at once.

After checking for omissions and filling in the gaps, Duan Rong secretly thought it was a close call; if he hadn't suddenly thought of using Divine Sense Projection to cheat, he might not have even passed this written exam.

After finishing writing, Duan Rong took the opportunity to scan Zhao Mu's paper with his Divine Sense, only to see that there were smears in many places on his paper, and one question was left completely blank, while Zhao Mu, due to anxiety, already had a layer of fine sweat beads oozing from his forehead.

Zhao Mu raised his hand to wipe away his sweat, then took the opportunity to expose his left wrist a little; borrowing his Divine Sense, Duan Rong saw that the half-exposed forearm was actually covered in dense, tiny characters.

Duan Rong's heart gave a start, and he secretly thought: "Snakes have snake paths, and rats have rat paths."

Zhao Mu was actually a pretty good person and very suitable for the escort profession, so Duan Rong did not want him to be weeded out because of the written exam.

Cheating, while not glorious, was not a Red Line that should be struck down with one blow.

Duan Rong remembered a sentence his junior high school teacher in his past life had said: "For ordinary exams, if you copy, you are a fool, because no matter how high a score you copy, it's useless. When it comes to the exam that decides your fate, if you can copy and don't, you are also a fool!"

If it were his past life, with this ability of Divine Sense Projection, wouldn't he be heaven-defying!

He could see the papers within a hundred meters; by pooling wisdom and absorbing everything, getting into Tsinghua wouldn't be a high requirement, right!

Not just not high! It's simply too low, isn't it?

Any exam, in front of Divine Sense Projection, is trash!

"It's a pity that there is no imperial examination in this world! It is truly too backward! A hero has no place to display his talents!" Duan Rong sighed with regret: "Otherwise, I might even be able to get a top scholar title to play with!"

When the stick of incense burned out, the three people's papers were all collected.

Xiao Zongting and the four Escort Heads began to grade the papers on the spot.

Zhao Mu was obviously a bit restless and nervous, while that thin Intern Escort was quite calm and composed; seeing his confidence, Duan Rong was also very confident, because Duan Rong knew there were also two obvious detailed errors in his paper.

After grading the papers, Xiao Zongting looked at the three people standing on the arena and announced the results: "All three are qualified. The ranking is: Duan Rong first, Zong Yong second, Zhao Mu third."

Upon hearing that he was qualified, Zhao Mu immediately felt a sense of relief, and his grave expression immediately looked much better.

Hearing this, Duan Rong's heart also shifted slightly, and he secretly thought: "So your name is Zong Yong!"

If it weren't for Xiao Lao announcing it, he would have copied from someone else without even knowing their name.

Upon hearing the ranking, Zong Yong was clearly stunned for a moment, and he looked at Duan Rong with a somewhat surprised expression.

Zhao Mu also turned his head to look at Duan Rong. This kid was a bit weird; not only did he achieve the Internal Breath Second Stage in such a short time, but he also ranked first in the written exam.

Did his ancestral grave smoke black smoke or something!

Seeing Zhao Mu looking at him, Duan Rong smiled at him slightly; Duan Rong was still happy for Zhao Mu that he could pass the written exam.

Seeing Duan Rong looking at him with a warm smile, Zhao Mu's heart moved slightly, and he also nodded at Duan Rong and smiled, thinking: This kid is actually not bad, quite easy to get along with!

After the first round of the written exam ended, the next was the second round, the martial arts exam.

The procedure for the martial arts exam was as follows: ten candidate Escorts were selected from the Escort Team, and three Escorts were randomly drawn on the spot to spar with the Intern Escorts on the arena.

The sparring was not judged by victory or defeat, but by the comprehensive strength displayed by the participating Intern Escorts during the process, which would be decided by the Chief Instructor and the Escort Heads after discussion to determine whether they were qualified.

The ten candidate Escorts were already standing under the arena, and there were some sparse onlookers around the arena watching the excitement...

Xiao Zongting had already begun to prepare for the drawing!

The order of the martial arts exam was based on the written exam results. Therefore, the first one to go up was Duan Rong!

Zhao Mu and Zong Yong had already stepped off the arena, leaving only Duan Rong standing on it.

Duan Rong's gaze swept across the faces of the ten candidate Escorts not far away; they all looked at Duan Rong with contempt. These Escorts were all at the Internal Breath Second Stage, so they naturally had the capital to be arrogant.

When Xiao Zongting was drawing lots, several of them were still whispering there...

Liu Song looked at Liang Wu and muttered in a low voice: "You were tossing and turning all night in Jinmao Lane last night, your legs are soft, right? Can you still fight later?"

"What a joke, these Intern Escorts are just nursing babies, aren't they? Besides, it's not certain they'll draw me!" Liang Wu smiled and let out a wine burp.

There was still a flushed red from the alcohol on his face, and it was clear he hadn't fully sobered up.

Xiao Zongting picked up a folded piece of paper from a small willow-woven basket, unfolded it, glanced at the ten candidate Escorts, and said coldly: "The one to go up is Liang Wu!"

Upon hearing this, Liang Wu was slightly stunned, while Liu Song looked at him and smiled: "Speak of the devil!"

"What a joke, am I afraid?" Liang Wu muttered, then walked out of the line, but his steps were clearly a bit unsteady, and his face was also flushed red.

Xiao Zongting looked at Liang Wu, his face as black as charcoal; he limped to Liang Wu, and as soon as Xiao Zongting stood in front of Liang Wu, he immediately smelled a heavy scent of alcohol.

"You drank?"

Seeing Xiao Zongting's ugly expression, Liang Wu panicked, but he was reeking of alcohol and couldn't lie, so he could only nod and say: "I drank a little."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zongting was silent for a moment, then suddenly slapped Liang Wu across the face.

"Crack!" A crisp sound rang out in the Martial Arts Arena, and five finger marks immediately appeared on Liang Wu's face.

Wang Zhuoyong, the Escort Head of the Fourth Escort Team, stood up from his seat with a thud; Liang Wu was an Escort in his team, and Xiao Zongting disciplining Liang Wu in public made him lose face as well.

"Liang Wu, can you still spar?" Wang Zhuoyong asked angrily, looking at Liang Wu with a cold expression.

"I can spar, Escort Head!"

"Then why don't you get on the arena quickly!" Wang Zhuoyong said.

"Yes!" Liang Wu immediately flipped onto the arena and stood opposite Duan Rong.

Wang Zhuoyong was afraid that Xiao Zongting would be angry for a moment and punish Liang Wu too severely, so he eased the situation for Liang Wu; Xiao Zongting also knew Wang Zhuoyong's intention, and after all, Wang Zhuoyong was an Escort Head, so he couldn't disregard his face too much.

Xiao Zongting walked back to his seat with a cold, expressionless face.

(End of chapter)