Chapter 247

Refining the Champion Marquis's will, what Yin Qi most wanted to get from it was the secret about the Immortal God King, because the Champion Marquis was a pawn of the Immortal God King, but from the current point of view, I'm afraid even the Champion Marquis himself didn't know about this.

He still thought he was the protagonist, his soul traveling from a highly developed cultivation world to this backward Great Thousand World.

Invisibly, he had a sense of superiority.

"Yin Qi, you beast, how dare you refine me; you will definitely die a horrible death!"

The Champion Marquis's will issued a desperate curse before dissipating.

Soon, the screaming stopped abruptly.

Yin Qi waved his hand, placed the Divine Pillar God-Fetus into the Thunder Pool, and used the Thunder Pool to nourish it, helping the God-Fetus to fully take shape; however, before this, the Bagua Daoist had already poured his will into the Divine Pillar God-Fetus.

Just waiting for the Divine Pillar God-Fetus to be born, the Bagua Daoist would be able to possess a Human Immortal body.

……

Hundreds of miles away.

The Champion Marquis suddenly widened his eyes and roared toward Yujing City: "Yin Qi, I must kill you!"

He had just sensed that the martial arts will he left in the Divine Pillar God-Fetus had been forcibly erased by someone.

Thinking of the loss of the Divine Pillar God-Fetus, his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.

His hatred for Yin Qi had accumulated to the extreme, and even the water of the five lakes and four seas couldn't wash it away.

Whoosh!

At this moment, the void split open.

Hong Xuanji, wearing the Imperial Heaven Primordial Dragon Armor, walked out from it.

The Champion Marquis's pupils shrank, becoming vigilant, and he said sharply, "Hong Xuanji, what are you looking for?"

Hong Xuanji looked at the Champion Marquis for a long time before slowly shaking his head and saying, "Champion Marquis, look at what you look like now; how are you any different from a stray dog?"

The Champion Marquis was furious, gritting his teeth and saying, "Hong Xuanji, if I can't beat Yin Qi, do you think I can't deal with you? Get out, don't force me."

The Pan Emperor Sword had already left; if he wanted to take action against Hong Xuanji, he would inevitably have to self-mutilate again.

Hong Xuanji's expression was cold, and he asked, "Do you want revenge?"

The Champion Marquis was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"I said, do you want revenge?"

"Of course I do. Are you willing to help me? If you were willing to help me, why didn't you take action earlier?"

"Earlier was earlier, now is now."

Hong Xuanji said, taking a book from his bosom and throwing it to the Champion Marquis, saying, "This is the supreme technique I created, 'Wheel of Life and Death of the Heavens', which contains more than four hundred acupoints."

"'Wheel of Life and Death of the Heavens'!"

The Champion Marquis was shocked; of course, he knew this supreme technique.

Especially the more than four hundred acupoints, which made him both surprised and happy, making him even more certain that he was the heaven-ordained protagonist.

Growing braver with every setback, every time he suffered a setback, he would have a miraculous encounter.

Hong Xuanji continued, "Although the Pan Emperor Sword can automatically protect its master, if you want to exert its full combat power, you must erase the spirituality within it. If you are willing, I can help you."

"Good!"

The Champion Marquis's eyes lit up, and he agreed without even thinking.

He had long been annoyed with the Pan Emperor Sword's sword spirit; if a dog, no matter how powerful, didn't listen, there was no need to keep it.

………

Time passed leisurely, and the Metropolitan Examination finally arrived.

The sky was slightly bright, and the front of the examination hall was already crowded with people.

Not only were there candidates taking the exam, but also their relatives or servants, in groups, and the most eye-catching among them were the great Confucian scholars of the Hundred Sages.

There were ninety-nine of these great Confucian scholars, each bringing many disciples and servants, adding up to four or five hundred people.

As the bell rang, the candidates entered the examination hall one after another.

This Metropolitan Examination was too special; hundreds of famous great Confucian scholars had come, and to avoid these great Confucian scholars feeling insulted by being searched, the Emperor of Gan specifically ordered that these great Confucian scholars could enter the examination hall directly.

Like Xie Wenyuan, who was 103 years old, he was already famous throughout the world in the previous dynasty.

His coming to take the exam was giving face to the Emperor of Gan.

If soldiers were still allowed to search them now, it would be procedurally correct, but it would give people the feeling of being arrogant and conceited.

Of course, Yin Qi also enjoyed this treatment.

………

Compared to the provincial examination, the examination cells of the Metropolitan Examination hall had been renovated and were very clean and tidy.

After all, too many great Confucian scholars had come, and the imperial court also wanted face.

Yin Qi found his examination cell, put his things away, and closed his eyes to rest.

Not long after, the examination papers were distributed by the yamen runners of each room.

Yin Qi took a look, and there were only two words: "The Master said."

"'The Master said'?"

Yin Qi frowned slightly; this topic was too broad.

It was equivalent to no restrictions, allowing people to play freely.

The advantage was that as long as one wrote, there would be no problem of going off-topic.

But the disadvantage was also very obvious: it was not easy to stand out.

Yin Qi recalled the original work, and Hong Yi's opening seemed to be "The Master said: A commoner can be a teacher for a hundred generations, and a single word can be the law for the world."

Also because of this article, Hong Yi triggered the resonance of the Hundred Sages.

Of course, he disdained to use the same opening as Hong Yi, but he also wanted to trigger the resonance of the Hundred Sages; when the time came to announce the "I Ching", he could logically sit in the position of the "last sage."

The Hundred Sages, there were only ninety-nine in the Middle Ages, and the last one was still missing.

Yin Qi's gaze was deep, with the fire of wisdom flickering within it.

A long time later, he picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote down the opening: "The Master said: The Heavenly Dao is not enough to rely on, my words can be the law."

A vast momentum leaped onto the paper.

In an instant, every character shot out, shining brightly.

In terms of the opening, he was similar to Hong Yi, but even more magnificent.

Hong Yi's opening was confined to people.

And he covered both the Heavenly Dao and the Human Dao.

………

The chief examiner's room.

The examiners sat meticulously, without their usual ease.

In previous imperial examinations, they were the chief examiners, high and mighty, holding the fate of all candidates.

But this time, there were too many great Confucian scholars, and even a peak Human Immortal like Yin Qi.

Let alone them, even if the Emperor of Gan saw them, he would have to be polite, so they didn't dare to be the least bit negligent, fearing that some mistake would make the imperial court a laughingstock.

"This examination is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers; I just hope no mistakes happen."

Everyone muttered in their hearts, looking at Hong Xuanji sitting in the chief examiner's seat; he was the chief examiner of this Metropolitan Examination, and only he, a Human Immortal, could suppress this Metropolitan Examination.

Hong Xuanji sat upright, closing his eyes to rest, motionless.

Even though the thirty-six examiners below were discussing heatedly, he seemed to turn a deaf ear, looking somewhat similar to the statues of the Hundred Sages in the temple opposite.

Cabinet Minister and Minister of Rites Li Shenguang coughed lightly, bowed, and said, "Colleagues, as examiners, we seek talent for the country and decide the fate of the candidates. Especially this time, determining the quality of the articles, we must not be careless.

You are all people who have succeeded in reading and cultivating your spirit; you should be able to hear what others cannot hear and see what others cannot see.

Why don't we go out together and see how the spirit of the articles of the candidates is?"

Hong Xuanji still didn't move, as if he were asleep.

An examiner smiled and said, "Minister Li, how should we look at the spirit of the articles? Although we know that the ancient sages had words like pearls, and when they wrote on paper, the articles shone brightly, with words floating in the air and the world becoming bright. But this can only be seen by ghosts and gods; we are not ghosts and gods, just flesh and blood, so how can we see it?"

Li Shenguang smiled lightly: "Not so, writing is like martial arts; every move and every style of martial arts has momentum, and writing is the same.

The virtue of an article integrates essence, energy, and spirit, as well as reason, which is even better than martial arts.

If it is an article of a sage, the righteous spirit will fill heaven and earth.

After we scholars eliminate distracting thoughts, we use our spirit in our eyes; although we cannot see it, we will feel it in our hearts.

You are all profound scholars; you wouldn't not know how to eliminate distracting thoughts, would you?"

The examiners were all moved and said, "Minister Li is right; let's go out and see the spirit of these candidates' articles. Especially the great Confucian scholars of the Hundred Sages, they have a deep family heritage, and it must be extraordinary.