Chapter 375 - First Grade
Chapter 375 of "Immortality Through Array Formations" unveils: Chapter 375: Chapter 373: First GradeMo Hua was awakened by the bell of the Azure... Continue the story!
Chapter 375: Chapter 373: First Grade
Mo Hua was awakened by the bell of the Azure Cloud Sect.
He groggily opened his eyes and realized that he was participating in the assessment for a first-rank Formation Master, and there was only the time it took to brew a pot of tea left until the assessment ended.
Mo Hua checked over his answer sheet again and, finding no problems, laid his head down on the table again, waiting to hand it in.
The tabletop was smooth and cool to the touch, quite comfortable to lie on.
The only issue was the examiner who kept staring at him, which made Mo Hua feel somewhat uneasy.
But since he was the examiner, it seemed like there wasnât much of a problem with it.
After the time it would take to sip a pot of tea had passed, the bell rang again.
One after another, Formation Masters sealed their answer sheets and handed them over to the examiner.
Mo Hua did as the others did, blending into the crowd and handing his own answer sheet to the examiner.
Mo Hua thought he had kept a low profile, but all along the way, many Formation Masters looked at him.
And that examiner, with a stern expression, didnât look at others and just kept his gaze on him, and he even seemed to hesitate as if wanting to say something.
This left Mo Hua somewhat puzzled.
It wasnât like he did anything wrongâŚ
Could it be because he slept during the exam?
After handing in his paper, Mo Hua left the Wenxian Palace and suddenly felt a sense of relief wash over him.
The assessment itself wasnât tiring, as he had finished quite quickly.
It was rather the feeling of being watched by others that was exhausting.
Mo Huaâs Divine Sense was strong, and he could perceive anyone watching him.
Whenever someone looked at him, his Divine Sense would react and, over time, it was indeed very tiring.
After the examination, Mo Hua would still have to stay in the Azure Cloud Sect for three days.
During these three days, examiners from the Heaven Shu Pavilion would mark the answer sheets and review the Formations, ultimately deciding who would be awarded the title of first-rank Formation Master.
With nothing to do, Mo Hua practiced his formations, or he would go to Azure Mountain City with his father, Mo Shan, to browse around. If he found anything interesting, he would buy it thinking of giving it to his mother when he returned.
Two days later, the answer sheets had already been reviewed.
In the sealed hall, the answer sheets tentatively determined to be of first-rank were grouped together.
The assessment had several examination halls, each with an examiner, and now these examiners were gathered together, discussing the final decisions:
âThis Zhao Cheng from Qingxuan City, at the age of one hundred and ninety-six, has skilled penmanship. In my opinion, he can be awarded first-rankâŚâ
âConventional to a fault, lacking in Spirit Transformation, I donât think itâs particularly goodâŚâ
âAzure Mountain City, Yang Xu, eighty-six years old, has a profound foundation in formation arts and can be considered exceptionally talented for his age.â
âThe Yang Familyâs foundation is indeed not bad, but at eighty-six, heâs still a bit young. We should give more spots to the older Formation MastersâŚâ
âHow many spots do we have left?â
âNot many. A few of the Great Clans have pulled some strings and secured a few spots, and some Sects have also reserved a few. There are also two spots donated by Golden Core Cultivators for their juniors in exchange for Spirit StonesâŚâ
âAll things considered, weâre left with fewer than five.â
âSigh⌠itâs tough making these decisions,â one of the examiners lamented.
âWhat else can we do? The higher-ups have sent their word, we canât afford to offend them, nor can we do nothingâŚâ
The examiners discussed amongst themselves.
One examiner with a rigid face, however, was looking at an answer sheet with an expression of utter disbelief.
âBrother Zhao, what are you looking at?â asked one curious examiner.
Coming back to his senses, the examiner named Zhao spread out the answer sheet in his hands and slowly said,
âLook at this formationâŚâ
Everyone leaned in to take a look, showing signs of amazement:
âSuch good penmanship!â
âSuch a solid foundation!â
âEffortless like clouds flowing in the sky, completed in one go, it even has a bit of a masterâs styleâŚâ
âIndeed, itâs not bad!â
After the praise, another examiner expressed his doubts:
âHow did we miss such a good formation?â
âThis mastery of formations isnât included in our provisional first-rank lineup?â
A middle-aged examiner responded with a bitter smile:
âIâm the one who excluded itâŚâ
The others asked with frowns, âWhy?â
The examiner pointed to the name section in the margin of the answer sheet, âGuess the age of this Formation Master?â
The margin bore the name âMo Hua.â
Seeing this, everyone exchanged glances and began guessing:
âWith such a profound foundation, he must be at least one or two hundred years old?â
âI guess over two hundredâŚâ
âBelow a hundred isnât impossible. After all, amongst Formation Masters, there are countless geniusesâŚâ
The middle-aged examiner slowly said, âThirteen years old.â
Everyone was taken aback.
âHow much?â
âThirteen.â
âWhat kind of joke is this?â
âAt thirteen years old, how many formations could he have drawn, how many Formation Books could he have read?â
âOne hundred and thirty years old is more like itâŚâ
The examiner named Zhao let out a sigh, âItâs thirteen years old.â
The room went silent for a moment.
âTruly thirteen years old?â
âImpossible, right?â
âAre you kidding us?â
âDid he really draw this himself, or could someone have drawn it for himâŚâ
âThere was someone proctoring the exam, how could he have someone else draw for him?â
âWho proctored this person?â
The stern-faced, rigid examiner named Zhao said indifferently, âIt was me.â
At that, everyone fell silent again.
Someone asked, âBrother Zhao, are you certain the formation was drawn by him himself?â
The examiner named Zhao gave a wry smile, âYes.â
He himself was unwilling to believe it, but the formation was right before his eyes, and he had no choice but to accept it.
Previously, he had only intended to check Mo Huaâs paper to see what nonsense he had scribbled. If it really was nonsensical, he was prepared to report it to the Heaven Shu Pavilion and hold the local Taoist Court accountable.
But he hadnât expected that the formation would leave him feeling ashamedâŚ
Another question came to the middle-aged examiner, âIf thatâs the case, with the child drawing so well, why did you exclude him on your own?â
The middle-aged examiner helplessly replied, âHeâs too young⌠For Formation Masters under one hundred, we have to consider carefully, not to mention, heâs only thirteenâŚâ