Chapter 136 The Last Level

There were not only freshmen in the square, but also many senior students who came to watch and join in the fun.

As soon as Pan Yun appeared on the competition stage, the senior students in the square immediately noticed her.

"Who is that? She was so fast. It must have only been fifteen minutes since No. 1 went in. How did she get out?"

"It seems to be Pan Yun. I remember she is number five."

"She is Pan Yun? The disciple of the mountain god of Sanqing Mountain?"

"That's her. She lives up to her reputation..."

Except for the examiners on the podium, no one knew what Pan Yun and Zhang Weiyi were talking about, but it was true that the atmosphere between the two was visibly tense.

Everyone in the square gathered under the platform, craning their necks to look at the two of them, their eyes full of excitement. "Zhang Weiyi's skills are not bad, and his swordsmanship is even more outstanding. Can Pan Jun last three moves against him?"

"It's difficult. I heard that Pan Yun offended the three Zhang Weiliang brothers as soon as she moved into Fengqiyuan. Although Zhang Weiyi has an average relationship with them, they have the same surname Zhang after all, so maybe he will stand up for them."

"Tsk, offending, or rather beating. Looking at the miserable state of Zhang Weiliang and the other two, do you think Pan Yun is incompetent?"

"No matter how powerful she is, she can't be more powerful than Zhang Weiyi, right?"

"Hard to say."

Before he could finish his words, Zhang Weiyi on the stage drew his sword and attacked first.

Everyone on and off the stage widened their eyes. Lou Tong frowned, "Why did he take the initiative?"

The people in the audience were also discussing, "When did Zhang Weiyi lose his temper? Why did he take the initiative first?"

Of course, it was because Pan Yun's mocking face was so hateful. Zhang Weiyi didn't understand her martial arts style and skills, so he wanted to wait for her to make the first move and then counter her moves.

But when she mentioned "head of the dean" in the middle of her sentence and had a sarcastic look on her face, his anger was aroused.

In addition, that night she only had one spell that impressed him, which was to quickly harden the swamp. The rest, turning the soil into a swamp, could be prepared in advance and achieved with talismans.

Not to mention the formations and talismans surrounding the doorways of the three of them's rooms, which were all external forces.

Zhang Weiyi guessed that it should have been prepared for them by the teachers of Sanqing Mountain.

Sanqing Mountain has always been poor and rich. As one of the important disciples trained in Longhu Mountain, Zhang Weiyi naturally knows this.

Sanqing Mountain seems to be very poor, always short of money, and stingy to fellow practitioners, but the cultivation resources they provide to their disciples have always been of the best quality, which even the direct disciples of Longhu Mountain cannot compare to.

How come Wang Cong, who was not doing his job and was obsessed with business, was able to graduate from the Longhushan Academy in just three years?
It's because he has been taking medicinal baths since he was seven years old. His bones and cultivation resources have always been top-notch. Even if he doesn't practice very hard, he can still be ahead of many people.

So he did not underestimate Pan Yun, in large part because she came from Sanqing Mountain and had strong backing.

He didn't think she was that great. After all, she had only been in the sect for less than a year and was so young.

His body was as fast as the wind, and his sword stabbed towards Pan Yun as fast as lightning. He wanted to stab her in one move.

Sword skills account for 20 points, and he wanted her to get only 60 points to the next level even if she got full marks in the first three levels.

Pan Jun raised his eyes and stood still as a mountain. The tip of his sword arrived in an instant. Then he raised the scabbard and with a precise and extremely steady clang, he knocked Zhang Weiyi, who was flying towards him, away.

Several veteran Taoist priests stood up on the stage instantly. Xue Taixu laughed and said, "This girl is not bad. If the mountain god hadn't gotten there first, I would have taken her in as my disciple."

Zhang Ziwang also sat up straight and stared at Pan Yun and Zhang Weiyi.

The people in the square widened their eyes in disbelief, "Zhang Weiyi was actually knocked away..."

"Her cultivation is very high, and her inner strength is very deep."

"It's not internal force, it's Yuan force. She didn't start with internal skills, but directly cultivated spiritual energy."

"There is actually someone who can enter into a state of meditation and cultivate spiritual energy just like our senior brother..."

Many people realized this and looked at Pan Yun on the stage with bright eyes.

Zhang Weiyi was knocked flying, and after rolling twice in the air, he landed steadily. His heart sank, but he did not stop. He moved quickly and attacked again in the blink of an eye. His sword skills attacked Pan Yun continuously like a storm. Pan Jun still stood there with his sword unsheathed, blocking his every attack.

There was a constant sound of clanging on the stage.

Pan Yun's sword moved around her body, blocking every attack. Zhang Weiyi's sword skills were sharp, but he couldn't touch even a corner of her clothes.

Zhang Weiyi's eyes flashed, and he used a mid-air strike to divert Pan Yun's attention. He flew into the air and stabbed again quickly in the air. Pan Yun, who had been standing still, dodged by spinning around...

Upon seeing this, Zhang Weiyi changed his body shape in the air, and changed the vertical stab into a horizontal stab, and stabbed towards Pan Yun as fast as a tornado.

Pan Yun was equally fast. After dodging, she took the initiative to attack for the first time. She and Zhang Weiyi passed each other...

A strand of Pan Yun's hair fluttered down, she reached out and grabbed it, tilted her head and smiled at Zhang Weiyi, "Headmaster, do you win this one, or do you win?"

Zhang Weiyi had no doubts at first, but when he heard her ask this, his heart trembled, and then he felt a slight pain in his neck.

He reached out and touched his neck, and felt a tiny trace of blood. He took his hand away and saw blood on his fingers.

He felt a chill on his back and was filled with fear.

He suppressed the fear in his heart and said to Pan Yun: "Junior sister won."

He clasped his fists and said, "I am indeed inferior in many ways."

Pan Yun clasped her fists and said, "Brother, I'll give you the upper hand." She unfolded the strands of hair in her hand and said, "Brother, you're not bad either. This time we call it a draw."

Zhang Ziwang on the stage said, "Pan Yun wins this competition!"

Zhang Weiyi immediately turned to face the platform and responded respectfully, "Yes."

Pan Yun no longer refused and accepted the offer with a fist salute.

A young man in a Taoist robe came up to the stage and said, "Junior sister, please follow me. You still have one last exam to take."

Pan Yun followed the young man in Taoist robes and left. The senior students in the audience began to discuss, "Why did Pan Yun win? I clearly saw that it was Senior Brother Zhang who cut her hair. If Senior Brother Zhang hadn't shown mercy, her head would have been cut off."

"I saw Senior Brother Zhang touching his neck. Could it be..."

Zhang Weiyi on the stage also stepped down, and Xue Hua stood on the stage. He would defend the stage for Zhang Weiyi next.

In every magic and swordplay competition, a fourth- or fifth-year student would always be on guard from the beginning to the end, and there would basically be no replacement in the middle.

When the people below saw Xue Hua coming on, they understood, "Senior Brother Zhang is really injured, Pan Yun is really amazing..."

"No wonder he was able to fight one against three and beat Zhang Weiliang and the others like that."

Pan Yun was led to the platform.

There were five people sitting on the podium.

Zhang Ziwang, the second son of the Zhang family and the head of the Daguan Courtyard, sat in the middle. He had a square face and looked like a good man who represented justice.

Sitting on his left was the head of Mingyuan Court, Xue Taixu, who looked much older than Zhang Ziwang. He had a ruddy complexion but white beard and eyebrows, and looked very approachable.

On the right is Wang Gongze, the head of Zhenqingyuan, with a serious look on his face, as if he should not be offended.

On the right is a female Taoist priest. Pan Yun also found out about her: Lou Tong, the headmaster of Taisuyuan.

On the far left is Lin Jingle, head of the Criminal Law Hall. Like Wang Gong, he is stern and serious, and also looks like someone who cannot be offended.

Zhang Zifang was sitting alone on the other side, holding a pen in his hand. When he saw Pan Jun coming up, he raised his eyelids and asked, "Name, number plate."

"Pan Yun, number five."

Zhang Zifang took note and let her go up.

Pan Jun smiled at Zhang Zifang.

It was a normal smile, but Zhang Zifang clenched the pen in his hand, as he always felt that Pan Jun was laughing at him.

That look seemed to be saying, you're just like me, and you still have to do such chores as taking names and marking things.

Zhang Zifang's emotions were in turmoil. He lowered his eyes and began to recite scriptures silently. He thought he must be crazy. How could he be so easily influenced by Pan Yun?

Pan Yun walked up to the five people and saluted.

Zhang Ziwang nodded slightly and said, "You chose the magic test. In addition to the four tests in the field, you also have an interview, which is about face reading and divination. Each test is worth 20 points. You have accumulated 80 points now, ranking first among many students, so you can choose to take this test or not."

Of course Pan Yun chose to take the exam.

Zhang Ziwang asked the Taoist to bring a man up and said, "You need to calculate his identity, age, and the situation of his spouse palace and children palace."

Pan Yun: "Any method is fine?"

Zhang Ziwang paused and said, "As long as you can convince the other party, any method will do."

This means that we can no longer use violence or coercion, we can only rely on calculations.

Pan Yun turned around and looked seriously at the man who was brought up.

A middle-aged man, dressed in ordinary clothes, of medium build and medium appearance, the kind of person who would not attract attention if he were thrown onto the street, and would not even be memorable.

Are the test questions so difficult for every candidate, or is it only hers?

Pan Jun glanced at the place where the middle-aged man came up and found that there were many people standing there, wearing different clothes. It was obvious that they were not Taoists.

Well, it seems that the test questions are really different, and hers is quite special.

Pan Yun asked: "What does the good man want to calculate?"

The middle-aged man was stunned and couldn't help but look at Zhang Ziwang. Didn't he have the final say on his identity, age, marriage and offspring?

Pan Yun raised his eyes and said, "Just tell me, my dear, I can not only calculate the four items in the exam, but also other things, such as wealth, official luck and so on."

The middle-aged man heard it and said, "Little Taoist priest, please help me calculate those four first. If you calculate them well, I will calculate the others."

Pan Yun smiled and said, "Let me see the good man's hand."

She said slowly, "There are various lines on this person's hand, which represent different things. So, in addition to looking at the qi and the face, you can also look at the palm."

When the middle-aged man heard this, he immediately rolled up his sleeves and stretched both hands in front of her.

Pan Yun held his hand and stretched the lines on his palm with force. She felt calluses at the base of his palm. She smiled slightly, looked at his palm carefully and said, "You are a bodyguard, about 35 years old. You have a son who is in school. You want to support him to take the imperial examination, but you have a problem recently. Because your wife died early, you saved some money recently and want to find another marriage, but you also want to use the money for your son to take the imperial examination. So you are hesitating whether to use the money to marry a wife or to use the money for your son to take the imperial examination."

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly, "Yes, the Taoist priest is very accurate. What do you think is better, should I support my son or marry a wife?"

(End of this chapter)