Chapter 231

While grey-clad disciples have no points, after all they can only stay three years in the Dao Academy; after three years, if they pass the assessment they naturally advance to white-clad disciples, if they fail they will be sent back.

In this situation, the Dao Academy's upper leadership naturally has no need to give points to grey-clad disciples.

But once promoted to white-clad disciple, one will receive welfare points; this welfare point is the benefit of exchanging the current assessment score tenfold for points.

If Wang Ping can score a perfect ten here, he can exchange it for 100 points, and there are still four stages remaining, each stage can yield points.

Thinking of this, Wang Ping's eyes showed a hint of determination; in this assessment, he wants to obtain as many points as possible.

Hiss!

Wang Ping took a step forward; instantly a scorching breath came rushing at him; in response, Wang Ping without hesitation unleashed the Fire Dao Intent.

The threshold for cultivating Dao techniques is comprehension of fifty runes; the threshold for comprehending the Dao Manifestation Realm is two hundred runes.

Wang Ping's comprehension of fire-phase runes had already reached two hundred; after extending his Dao Intent, the suppressing scorching breath was directly isolated.

He easily walked a distance of one hundred meters; reaching this point, he already passed.

Starting from here, each extra meter walked earns one point; thinking of points, Wang Ping stepped forward without hesitation, but before he had walked ten meters, Wang Ping's complexion suddenly changed.

After passing the hundred-meter passing line, the Dao Intent pressure practically rose geometrically; now, he has only walked about eight meters and already feels strained, his Dao Intent defense is already very difficult.

He walked another two meters, arriving at the one hundred ten meter position; Wang Ping could no longer move; here the fire-phase Dao Intent is almost substantive, the Dao Intent he gained from comprehending two hundred runes cannot resist at all.

In just a few breaths, he had already consumed twenty percent; Wang Ping had a premonition that he might not be able to walk five meters before being injured by this Dao Intent.

If the Dao Intent is injured, without pills or heavenly treasures, at least three years are needed to recover.

During this period, one cannot engage in combat with others at all.

Wang Ping hesitated for a moment, then ultimately decided to give up.

Just then, the Silver Stone Gate suddenly spoke: "Before you fully integrate the Five-Colored Divine Light into your Golden Core, your Dao Intent will always be your weakness; because you seek balance and perfect mastery, this stage's Dao Intent is just right!"

Wang Ping remained silent for a few breaths, then finally nodded; to balance the Five Elements Dao Intent, he kept each Dao Intent within two hundred and five runes, so that the Five Elements Dao Intent would stay in balance.

But the drawback of this approach has already shown up. Scattered research into the Five Elements Dao Intent lets him only study Dao Intent to this extent; any more and he cannot control it, so he is at a disadvantage in the Dao Intent trial.

Otherwise, with Wang Ping's talent for comprehending the Five Elements Dao Intent over two hundred runes, if he focused entirely on one, he would probably have already reached two hundred meters!

In the end, Wang Ping still chose to stop.

One hundred ten meters, seven points, which can be exchanged for seventy points.

Wang Ping's performance among the many testers is mediocre, thus it did not attract attention.

Next he arrived at the Comprehension Test; within the burning of one incense stick, he should comprehend as many runes as possible; three runes is passing, each additional rune adds one point.

Regarding his own comprehension, Wang Ping is very confident; the strength of comprehension is related to the soul; with the Refining Soul Heart Sutra, his divine sense has always been several times that of fellow cultivators of the same level, inside and out, his soul naturally is not lacking either.

The ten runes floating before Wang Ping seemed to be formation runes; from easy to difficult, for the first three runes Wang Ping used one-fifth of the incense stick's time, for the remaining four-fifths he comprehended nearly four runes; the last rune, he was just five breaths away from successful comprehension. In this test, Wang Ping scored 9.9 points, which can be exchanged for ninety-nine points.

This test's score is quite impressive; in a space of the Examination Hall, Dao Academy instructors are observing the situation of this trial.

In the Ninth Dao Academy, to serve as an instructor, the minimum cultivation must be Nascent Soul Great Perfection, Dao technique comprehension at the Fourth Realm, possessing the battle power to cross realms and fight as a God Transformation.

Such instructors are called First-Level Instructors; the higher Second-Level Instructors are instructors of the God Transformation Realm, and they are not ordinary God Transformation cultivators who can serve; to serve as a Second-Level Instructor one must either garrison a city or have experience fighting on the frontline battlefield.

Therefore, the instructor quality of the Dao Academy is exceptionally excellent; this is also one of the reasons why the heavenly talents of every city come to the Dao Academy to study.

This examination, there is one Second-Level Instructor and ten First-Level Instructors presiding.

They are staring fixedly at every examinee's changing situation.

Every assessment of the grey-clad disciples is a resource allocation, so these instructors are extremely serious about staring at those examinees' assessment results!

"Instructor Zhang, I heard you harvested a genius from the Ji Clan's royal line who inherited the King's Seal?"

Among the ten First-Level Instructors, a young cultivator with snow-white eyebrows laughed and said to a cultivator in red robes beside him.

"Haha! Just luck, luck only; he was not valued in the royal line, I merely lent a hand, who knew he would awaken the King's Seal; I immediately reported it to my instructor, and after a while he will become my junior disciple!"

Zhang Ming couldn't help but laugh proudly; he couldn't help but be happy, with such a genius his evaluation in the Spirit Realm Great Year will definitely be excellent.

Several other instructors also showed envious looks; a genius possessing the King's Seal inside is a heavenly talent with great-ability-level potential; meanwhile they couldn't help but resent their own lack of such good fortune.

"Speaking of that Ji Clan genius, has the assessment already finished? I wonder how his score is?" an instructor asked curiously.

"No need to ask, definitely full marks in all items!" an instructor said casually. Zhang Ming nodded and said:

"Not bad, all six items of Changkong are full marks!"

"Although full marks are obtained by a disciple every few sessions in the gray-robed disciple assessment, Ji Changkong's strength is certainly not limited to this. I wonder, besides Ji Changkong, is there any disciple who can score above nine point five in all assessment items?" said an instructor.

As his words fell, an instructor suddenly raised his eyebrows, lifted his hand and shot out a strand of spiritual power, fixing one of the names on the stone tablet.

The instructor's action also drew the attention of the other instructors, who all looked up.

"Eh! In the perception stage, he actually scored ninety-nine points, only five breaths away from successfully comprehending the fourth rune! But why is his dao intent only seventy points?" said an instructor.

An instructor noticed the contradiction; generally, a genius with high perception will also have high comprehension of dao intent, and even if there is a gap, it would not be as large as this disciple's.

The other instructors also noticed this situation, feeling puzzled, and they all pulled up this disciple's information.

"So he's a disciple brought up from the lower realm; no wonder there's such a gap!" said an instructor, suddenly realizing.

"Eh! He actually came from the Lost Realm, and just as he entered the Spirit Realm, he heard the World's Voice, his flesh and soul were baptized, avoiding the trouble of going to the cleansing pool for a bath!" said an instructor.

The information about Wang Ping is just this, but all the instructors' eyes flashed with excitement; without a doubt, this disciple from the lower realm is a genius, as can be seen from his perception score. Although this is only a simple assessment for the gray-robed disciples, it still eliminated two-thirds of the disciples.

Perhaps for peerless heavenly talents, the gray-robed disciple assessment cannot reflect their potential, but for most disciples, achieving a score of ninety in any one item is already a very good result.

"Let's see how this disciple's other assessments are; if his other three items can reach eighty or above, I will recruit him into my lineage!" said the instructor who first noticed Wang Ping's anomaly.

The other instructors' faces showed no change; such a disciple is not worth them making a big fuss over.

Wang Ping was unaware that his assessment results had already caught the instructors' attention; after leaving the perception stage, he arrived at the dao arts stage.

This stage tests one's grasp of dao arts.

This stage proceeds quickly; as long as one's mastery of dao arts reaches the Great Perfection of Initiating the Dao, one can pass.

In this stage, Wang Ping only scored seven points, after all his gravity technique had only reached the first layer of the Dao Manifest realm, the Illusory realm.

That is why he got seven points.

The instructors noticed this scene, their expressions unchanged; to them it was a normal occurrence, and the instructor who was paying attention to Wang Ping was the same—otherwise he would not have said that if Wang Ping scored eight or above in each stage, he would take him into their lineage.

Next is the Willpower Gate, Wang Ping sat cross-legged on the ground calmly, in this gate, under the pressure of the Transformation God, the longer one persists, the higher the score.

Persist for ten breaths to pass the gate; thereafter, each additional five breaths adds one point.

Boom!

A tremendous pressure descended, Wang Ping felt as if a great mountain weighed upon him, making it hard for him to breathe.

Is this the pressure of a Transformation God cultivator? Wang Ping thought to himself.

It indeed gave him some pressure, but it was not enough yet; the Soul-Refining Heart Classic was circulating, and the pressure instantly lessened considerably.

Ten breaths quickly passed, Wang Ping had already reached the passing line, his face extremely calm, time passed breath by breath, soon the first five breaths passed, and he earned one point.

The pressure gradually increased; after the second five breaths, Wang Ping had already scored eight points; as long as he endured another ten breaths, he could get a full score.

Time flew quickly; after the third five breaths, at that moment those instructors noticed Wang Ping again.

"This disciple's perseverance is not bad, he actually got another nine points!" an instructor exclaimed in praise.

"Not bad, he is still persisting, one breath has already passed!"

"Two breaths!"

"Three breaths!"

"Four breaths!"

"Could it be that he intends to get a full score in this gate?"

Just as that instructor's words fell, the fourth five breaths had already passed; behind Wang Ping's name, a red script appeared, the red script's ten points shining brilliantly.

"Hey, he really got ten points, not bad; looks like he can still persist, this disciple's potential shouldn't stop here; I really look forward to him becoming a white-robed disciple, receiving the Dao Institute's cultivation, how far can he go? Yellow-robed disciple? Gold-robed disciple? Or purple-robed?"

As for the highest inheritance disciple, he didn't mention it; the Dao Institute's inheritance disciple represents a limit; even Ji Changkong, who inherited the King's Mark, no instructor thought he could obtain the status of inheritance disciple.

In the examination space, Wang Ping arrived at the Combat Power Gate; this gate, needless to say, tests the cultivator's combat power.

For cultivators, combat power is often one of the best ways to demonstrate potential.

In one two-hour period, the more same-level cultivators you kill, the higher the score! Twenty to pass; for each additional five same-level cultivators killed above that, add one point. Time starts now!

Hearing this rule, Wang Ping's expression turned a bit strange; it seems this gate is quite simple.

Looking at the cultivator holding a flying sword before him, Wang Ping raised his hand, lightly grasped, and the gravity technique activated; that sword-wielding cultivator was directly pressed down by the immense gravity onto the ground!

Wang Ping without hesitation hurled the Heaven-Overturning Seal! Bang! The Heaven-Overturning Seal empowered by the gravity technique was terrifyingly powerful; with just one strike, it blasted that sword-wielding cultivator to pieces.

The whole process only took three breaths.

After another breath, two early Golden Core cultivators appeared, but it still took three breaths.

After another breath, this time four early Golden Core cultivators appeared; they formed a formation upon appearing, but before the already transformed gravity technique, they only managed to hold for three breaths before being blasted apart by the Heaven-Overturning Seal.

The fourth time, eight Golden Core cultivators appeared directly; this time, Wang Ping's gravity technique could not instantly crush them; the eight Golden Core cultivators formed a formation, and a pressure far surpassing that of Golden Core cultivators emanated from them.

This time, Wang Ping fought for ten breaths, and all eight Golden Core cultivators were blasted apart.

The fifth time, sixteen early Golden Core cultivators appeared directly; this time, Wang Ping's gravity technique was no longer able to handle them with ease.

The sixteen early Golden Core cultivators relied on a formation, merging their respective Dao intents together, and resisted the pressure of the gravity technique.

Streams of fierce sword light came from all directions; this was the first time since entering the Combat Power Gate that Wang Ping saw these cultivators make a move.

Wang Ping estimated that if this attack were placed in the lower realm, it could at least slay a mid Golden Core cultivator.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

When the sword lights were about to strike in front of Wang Ping, a layer of azure five-colored light shield appeared, blocking all the sword lights.

This is derived from the shield method in the Qingdi Changsheng Gong, absorbing sufficient five-element spiritual power to condense into armor; he is using it for the first time, the effect is astonishing, at least stronger than a single wood-element spiritual armor's defense.

With the gravity technique suppressing and the five-colored spiritual armor defending, Wang Ping confidently controlled the Heaven-Overturning Seal, repeatedly blasting all the Golden Core cultivators one after another.

The whole process was full of nonchalant ease; by this point Wang Ping had already reached the passing standard.

Another breath passed, as Wang Ping expected, thirty-two early Golden Core cultivators appeared.

His gravity technique's pressure on these thirty-two Golden Core cultivators was less than one-tenth; having formed a formation, their combat power increased exponentially compared to just the sixteen earlier.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! …

Thirty-two flying swords formed a sword formation, encircling Wang Ping; each sword beam shot out, each equivalent to the power of thirty-two early Golden Core cultivators; plus the sharpness of the flying swords, Wang Ping's shield was soon pierced, and fierce thrusts came at him.

Wang Ping calmly raised his right hand; a five-colored light flashed, and that sword beam vanished without a trace.