Chapter 19: Unmoving as a Mountain

Wang Fang managed to stay composed and said, “I thought it was someone else—it’s you, Tian Rong! We’ve Yesuanshi ……”

Before Wang Fang could finish, he was cut off: “I fuck your thunder mother.”

His face flushed crimson as he forced himself to hold back, barking, “We may have grievances, but there’s no need to make this so undignified…”

Tian Rong sneered at him, spat, and said, “I fuck your thunder mother.”

Wang Fang’s face instantly turned scarlet; he roared, “Stand right there! I’ll send you straight to the Crimson Tide Sect!”

Seeing Wang Fang charge at him with bloodshot eyes, Tian Rong didn’t hesitate—he turned and ran!

Wang Fang immediately gave chase, bellowing, “Dare you not run! I’ll fight you to the death!”

Tian Rong sprinted fast, glancing back, “I’m not afraid of you! Dare you not chase!”

Thus the two groups chased and fled northward, when suddenly two squads of blue-clad candidates surged from both flanks, encircling them from three sides and wiping out the yellow-clad vanguard in one stroke.

Inside the aerial Evaluation Hall, silence fell, every evaluator’s expression a spectacle of shock.

The middle-aged Confucian could no longer hold back: “This… this Miss Bao—how could she be so… utterly disgraceful to scholarly decorum!”

The Bao family was powerful; the middle-aged Confucian dared not use harsher words, yet the anger in his chest was unbearable. In the end, he could only grit his teeth and curse, “disgraceful to scholarly decorum.”

The young cultivator laughed aloud: “All warfare thrives on deception—it’s been so since ancient times! Besides, those three hundred lines weren’t written by the young lady—what does that have to do with her? If you dare slander her reputation again, even the Academy won’t protect you. Worry more about the Yellow Team! I’d like to see if you’ll still dare name Li Zhi first if the Yellow Team loses.”

At his words, several evaluators silently thought: Of course they will.

The old Confucian’s face darkened; he shot the young cultivator a furious glare and began plotting how to crush Bao Yun. Li Zhi needed to be the top scorer in the overall exam, not just the martial test. Thus, Wei Yuan was no longer a threat—even if Wei Yuan took first in the martial test, it didn’t matter, as long as it wasn’t Bao Yun.

In the illusion, Wei Yuan stood atop the hill, watching from afar as Tian Rong mocked, Wang Fang flew into a rage, then fell into ambush—the entire squad was expelled from the illusion, while the blue-clad side suffered only two casualties, who swallowed a pill and bounced back instantly.

After the Yellow Team’s vanguard was wiped out, many blue-clad candidates smeared blood across their faces and bodies, then split into two squads, advancing southward from east and west, clearly aiming to encircle Li Zhi’s flanks.

Even Wei Yuan, with his limited military knowledge, could see the blue-clad side held clear advantage. Originally, the blue-clad had over one hundred fifty men; Li Zhi’s gathered yellow-clad numbered only one hundred twenty. After the thirty-man vanguard was destroyed, the disparity became stark: one hundred fifty versus ninety. Without a surprise maneuver, Li Zhi’s defeat was certain.

Wei Yuan pondered how to execute a surprise maneuver—but couldn’t figure it out.

Wei Yuan knew his military skill was limited; if he couldn’t figure it out, he didn’t force it. Yet that didn’t stop him from looking down on the Yellow Team’s vanguard: lacking even the slightest composure, losing their minds after a few insults—how could such men lead troops?

Had it been Wei Yuan himself, no matter how loudly the enemy barked, he’d treat it as wind and rain.

Unmoving as a mountain—that is the foundation of a great general.

Wei Yuan was lost in thought when a distant shout rang out: “Look over there—some giant fool…”

Wei Yuan slowly turned his head.

Not far below the hill stood over a dozen blue-clad candidates, pointing and whispering at him. They were the blue-clad vanguard—just moments ago, they’d lured the Yellow Team’s vanguard into the ambush and annihilated them.

Wei Yuan had previously hesitated. He hadn’t yet seen Li Zhi’s skill, and the northern commander’s tactics were formidable. He feared leaving the hill only to be surrounded by dozens suddenly. History recorded many who, advancing alone, were ambushed and crushed—not only dying, but becoming eternal laughingstocks. To be remembered in history wasn’t always a good thing.

But now, insulted, Wei Yuan’s breath deepened, drawing air as if endless; the Heaven’s Madman Dao stirred, and a wild, ferocious fervor rose within him.

Wei Yuan said nothing—he strode straight toward the blue-clad vanguard.

Tian Rong was stunned; seeing Wei Yuan’s terrifying aura, he instinctively turned and fled. Having once been lured into an ambush—not to mention chased—he and his men reacted instantly, vanishing a hundred zhang away in moments. Only after they’d fled far did they realize Wei Yuan had taken only a few steps before stopping.

The blue-clad candidates instantly felt shame for their cowardice, yet also believed Wei Yuan was merely blustering—he was alone, while they numbered over a dozen. Filled with rage and humiliation, several began shouting curses, demanding to kill Wei Yuan first. Tian Rong sensed it was unwise—his mission was to harass Li Zhi’s main force—but these were students, not elite soldiers; once emotions flared, even their commander couldn’t fully control them.

Wei Yuan returned to the hilltop because, after taking a few steps, he realized his speed wasn’t enough—he could catch them, but if they scattered, it’d become troublesome. Yet the Heaven’s Madman Dao had many wonders, and he had his own ways to handle it.

Black mist began seeping from Wei Yuan’s body again; the Heaven’s Madman Dao accelerated, expanding his spiritual sense rapidly, stretching into the dense forest behind the hill. Instantly, a wild boar emerged from the woods, charging straight toward Wei Yuan. A faint black thread shot from Wei Yuan’s third eye, sinking into the boar’s body.

The boar let out a mournful scream, collapsing in agony, experiencing in an instant the torment of primordial spirit tearing, internal fire burning, and mental delusions. As it shrieked in pain, it swelled—within moments, it grew from the size of a lamb to a monstrous beast standing one zhang tall at the shoulder.

The agony vanished instantly; the boar struggled to its feet, its small eyes now blood-red, its tusks grown to three chi long, gleaming with sharpness.

Wei Yuan felt his spirit bound to the boar—he leapt onto its back, seated firmly. With a thought, the boar exhaled twin clouds of white mist from its nostrils, its hooves pounding the earth like thunder as it charged toward the blue-clad vanguard!

Tian Rong’s mouth slowly opened, too stunned to cry out—before he could react, the boar was upon him, and all he saw was a flash of spearlight, then nothing but blinding white.

The boar moved with terrifying speed, rolling over the blue-clad vanguard like a mountain. In a single charge, half the vanguard vanished; many didn’t know whether they’d been speared or trampled. Wei Yuan wheeled the boar around and charged again—only two blue-clad candidates remained.

These two were clever enough to split and flee. Had Wei Yuan been on foot, he might’ve struggled—but now, mounted, how could human legs outpace a boar? He caught them in moments, spearing one after the other.

After wiping out the blue-clad vanguard, Wei Yuan was surprised how easy it had been—like cutting melons and vegetables. It seemed even if surrounded like the Yellow Team’s vanguard, one could break out and counterkill.

Wei Yuan circled the spot on his boar, confirming no survivors, then headed north.

Northward, the girl had moved the sand table to a small elevated ridge near the central zone; her main force stood in formation on the slope—a thick three-layered line, ready and waiting.

The Evaluation Hall erupted again in uproar.

Just made minor revisions, adjusted content slightly.

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(End of Chapter)