Chapter 19: Exceptional Root Quality, Body Cultivation Genius Lin Mo!

“670 points!”

Someone shouted it, and the crowd erupted.

“Zhu Hongyuan only scored 550, right? He surpassed him by 120 points? Huh~!”

“What was that move just now? That’s not a low-grade spell, is it? Could it be mid-grade!?”

Everyone sucked in a breath, feeling terrified by Ye Chen’s power.

Hearing a 670-point score amid a sea of scores under 300 or 400 would shock anyone.

Moreover, Ye Chen’s score was nearly another hundred points higher than his second mock Immortal Exam.

His total even exceeded twice the minimum admission line of last year’s Dao Academy.

Even the proctor overseeing the test was slightly stunned upon seeing the score displayed on the device.

“670 points, plus a mid-grade spell—he might actually have a chance to take the real [Immortal Exam]…”

The proctor squinted at Ye Chen, who slightly lifted his head, silently praising him in his heart.

Maybe this year Nanshan No. 4 High will produce two Immortal Seeds—no wonder it’s among the top five in Xichuan Province; truly a land of outstanding people and fertile soil.

The proctor couldn’t help but compliment:

“You’re very good. Wait a moment. After the test ends, I need to speak with you.”

Ye Chen didn’t seem surprised by the score. Calmly, he sheathed his wooden sword at his waist, nodded to the proctor, then turned and walked down.

Just before stepping off the stage, he spotted Lin Mo and Zhang Dahai still standing below the training platform, frowned, and said:

“Why haven’t you left yet?”

Zhang Dahai instinctively wanted to curse, “What’s it to you?”, but recalled the power of Ye Chen’s mid-grade spell and swallowed the insult, backing down:

“So it’s fine for you to test, but not for us?”

Ye Chen frowned. Li Feng, beside him, immediately snapped:

“You two, Qi Refining Level 2, want to test? Get lost. Don’t shame our Class Ten!”

Zhang Dahai bristled: “Are you my dad? Do I have to listen to you!?”

Lin Mo immediately chimed in: “Am I your dad? Do I have to listen to you!?”

Zhang Dahai turned and glared at him—this kid’s stealing two generations’ worth of respect from me!

Li Feng’s face turned green. He knew that in a verbal brawl, not even him, let alone several others, could match Zhang Dahai alone.

Li Feng gritted his teeth: “Hmph, let’s see if your strength matches your mouth!”

Ye Chen also frowned and stepped down.

But he didn’t walk far—instead, he stood below, arms crossed, watching the two.

Zhang Dahai grunted, turned to Lin Mo: “You go first?”

Lin Mo chuckled: “Scared?”

“Scared of what?!”

Zhang Dahai straightened his back immediately and marched up to the training platform.

A few minutes later—

“Zhang Dahai, Qi Refining Level 2, Cultivation Score: 115; Spirit Root Score: 32; Spell Score: 40; Total: 187.”

When the number appeared, laughter broke out below.

“Pfft! This guy’s here to joke? Qi Refining Level 2? Seriously?”

“Haha! Finally found the bottom scorer—feels good~!”

“Me too, me too. Looking at this, I’m not that bad. Can’t pass the Immortal Exam, but at least I’ll get bonus points on the written test.”

“…”

The proctor, upon seeing the score, snapped: “Nonsense!”

Even Zhang Dahai’s thick skin flushed red, especially after seeing Li Feng’s sneer—he grew even angrier.

But he said nothing, clenched his fists, and walked down silently, forcing a smile at Lin Mo:

“This atmosphere’s more awkward than I thought. Maybe… we should leave?”

Li Feng sneered from the side:

“Lin Mo, if I were you, I wouldn’t go up. One person’s humiliation is enough—two would wipe out all of Class Ten’s honor.”

Hearing this, many turned to look—another expert?

Lin Mo, facing Li Feng’s mockery, didn’t get angry. He simply patted Zhang Dahai’s shoulder, signaled it was fine, then walked up to the stage.

Close as he was, the proctor noticed the tense atmosphere below. Seeing Lin Mo still climb up resolutely, he asked:

“Still sure you want to test?”

The proctor had once been a student himself. He understood these kids’ psychology, but poor talent was just a waste of everyone’s time.

Better to accept reality and choose the right path than invite humiliation.

Lin Mo smiled faintly and uttered the magic phrase: “I’m already here…”

“…”

The proctor paused, then said: “Begin.”

Lin Mo placed his hand on the testing device. As the device glowed, the scores appeared instantly—

“Lin Mo, Qi Refining Level 4, Cultivation Score: 190; Spirit Root Score: 85; Total: 275 points.”

Other examinees and the proctor’s expressions remained calm. The first two scores were decent, but among today’s candidates, only average.

If his spell performance matched Zhang Dahai’s, he wouldn’t even reach last year’s minimum admission line.

But Class Ten’s students reacted differently.

“…”

Zhang Dahai blinked, then widened his eyes: “Holy shit, Qi Refining Level 4!?”

Li Feng and the others weren’t any better—each stared in disbelief at the displayed score.

“This… how is this possible?”

Li Feng’s eyes were filled with shock.

This was just the beginning.

Lin Mo smiled down at the crowd. As the proctor said, “Begin spell demonstration,” he turned his gaze back to the platform and said calmly:

“Kui Xing Zhuang.”

The proctor nodded silently. [Basic Sword Technique] and [Kui Xing Zhuang] were the most common basic spells today.

But both were low-grade spells. To score high with them was nearly impossible.

Base score was only 20 points; even reaching minor mastery gave only 40–80. High scores were extremely hard.

But with a mid-grade spell like Ye Chen’s, the base score was 100.

Though unfair, cultivation was always like this.

The power gap between low-grade and mid-grade spells was vast—hard to bridge through effort alone.

[Kui Xing Zhuang] wasn’t an offensive spell, so there was no need to demonstrate it. Lin Mo simply transmitted the spell’s data from his panel to the testing device.

In seconds, the spell score appeared—

[Kui Xing Zhuang, Score: 180]

The total was then calculated—

“Lin Mo, Qi Refining Level 4, Cultivation Score: 190; Spirit Root Score: 85; Spell Score: 180; Total: 455 points.”

As the score appeared, every face showed surprise.

Even the proctor’s expression changed.

He wasn’t shocked by the number itself—but by achieving it with a low-grade [Kui Xing Zhuang].

This was just a basic pillar technique. Though not hard to learn, reaching a high score demanded relentless practice.

Usually, only retired old men bothered with such a grueling art.

The proctor stared at Lin Mo in disbelief. The machine couldn’t be wrong—so this young man was simply insane.

Could it be… his root quality was extraordinary? A body cultivation genius!?