Chapter 199 Dream Exam: I know the answer to this question, but I'll choose C!
Holy Sect City, Great Hall of Sin Washing.
This place was creepily white, with holy white light everywhere, making one's eyes dizzy.
If the Gate of Final Judgment was the security booth at the entrance, then this Great Hall of Sin Washing was the special care ward used by the Holy Church to brainwash pagans... oh no, to "purify the Soul."
At this moment, in the center of the hall that could accommodate ten thousand people, a huge platinum orb of light floated in mid-air. It was the Holy Church's proudest protective Sacred Artifact—the "Eye of Truth."
"Since Consultant Jiang has traveled a long way and his Divine Soul is exhausted, then take a good rest in this 'Dream Exam Hall'." Pope Benedict XVI smiled like a fox that had stolen a chicken. With a light tap of his scepter, a blinding white light instantly enveloped Jiang Chen's pink divine bed.
How was this a rest? This was clearly an attempt to forcibly invade Jiang Chen's subconscious while he was sleeping to dig out his secrets!
[Ding! Illegal Divine Sense intrusion detected.]
[Detected enemy attempt to construct the "Holy Exam Hall" dream dimension.]
[System evaluating...]
[Determination result: The opponent's Rank is too low; the dream logic is extremely brain-dead.]
[host's current Waking Up Anger index: 80% (continuously increasing).]
[Suggestion: Turn the tables and rewrite the exam hall rules.]
"Ugh... who is it, making me take an exam so early in the morning..."
Jiang Chen turned over in his dream, his Divine Sense acting like invisible tentacles, instantly wrapping around that platinum orb of light in reverse.
...
Dream world.
The scene originally designed by the Holy Church was a solemn judgment platform, surrounded by countless angels, questioning the Soul with holy hymns.
But because Jiang Chen's Divine Sense was too heavy, the dream cracked with a "snap" as soon as it formed.
In the next second, the art style suddenly changed!
Benedict XVI and several Cardinal Archbishops were horrified to find that their originally majestic holy robes had turned into wrinkled white shirts, and the scepters they held had turned into... half a piece of chalk?
The surrounding holy temple instantly distorted into a dilapidated classroom filled with an eighties style.
A few large words were written crookedly on the blackboard: "Holy Sect City's First Divine Sense Diagnostic Exam, latecomers will fail!"
"This... what kind of sorcery is this?!" A Cardinal Archbishop stared with eyes wide open at the "Invigilator" badge pinned to his chest. "Where is my Holy Judgment? Why do I only feel the smell of ink inside me?!"
Meanwhile, Jiang Chen was sitting behind a wobbly desk, a pencil from who-knows-where dangling from his mouth, staring sleepily at the exam paper in front of him.
Question one on the exam: Please briefly state why you do not believe in the God of Light? (A. I'm blind B. I'm too handsome C. God isn't as strong as me D. All of the above)
"This exam question... which brain-dead planner came up with this?"
Jiang Chen's Divine Sense complained silently in the dream, "I'll choose C. Honesty is my only virtue."
As he made his mark, the entire dream space trembled violently. The bishops trying to "invigilate" felt an overwhelming pressure, as if they were facing not a student, but a judge presiding over the life and death of all living beings!
"No... this isn't his subconscious! He's... he's overwriting our Sacred Artifact's rules!" The Pope shouted frantically at the edge of the dream, but he found himself pinned to the podium, forced to keep wiping the blackboard.
...
In the real world, the atmosphere in the Great Hall of Sin Washing became extremely eerie.
Jiang Chen snored lightly on the bed, while the high-ranking officials of the Holy Church surrounding the bed turned red-faced and sweaty. Some even started gesticulating wildly, shouting nonsense like "I don't know how to do this question" and "Don't take my paper."
"Jiang Chen... what on earth are you doing in your dream?"
Mu Qingxue sat guarding one side of the bed, her ice-blue long hair fluttering slightly.
Her current state was very poor.
Because Holy Sect City was filled with extremely dense light elements, this ultimate Yang aura frantically rejected the "Ice Phoenix Dao Body" within her.
She felt like an ice cube dropped into a furnace. The Lunar True Qi in her body began to spiral out of control, and a physiological reaction called "Lunar Dependence" surged into her heart like a tide.
The so-called Lunar Dependence, simply put, meant that the ice Phoenix needed to find a warm and powerful place to "lean on," otherwise her Meridians would freeze due to excessive self-preservation from the extreme cold.
"So cold... and yet so hot..."
Mu Qingxue's delicate body trembled slightly, and her originally cold, pretty face was now tinged with a charming flush.
She looked at Jiang Chen; because he had just overwritten the rules in the dream, his whole body was emitting an extremely peaceful yet mountain-heavy Nirvana Divine Essence.
To her current self, that aura was simply like lethal opium.
"No... I'm a mentor... I must exercise restraint..."
Mu Qingxue gritted her silver teeth, trying to pull away.
But just then, Holy Sect City's Sin-Cleansing Formation suddenly increased its power, and a pillar of pure light fell, attempting to forcibly wake Jiang Chen.
"Damn charlatans!" Mu Qingxue's beautiful eyes widened, and she instinctively lunged toward Jiang Chen, wanting to block this strike for him.
Because her movement was too forceful, she fell directly into that huge pink divine bed.
"Mmm—!"
An electric-like pleasure instantly swept through her whole body.
When her skin touched Jiang Chen's burning chest, the restless Lunar True Qi in her body seemed to find an outlet, frantically drilling into Jiang Chen's body through the point of contact.
"Teacher... have you... figured it out? Planning to perform some 'close-quarters combat' for me in front of the Pope?"
Jiang Chen although he was crushing noobs in the dream, his physical instincts were very sharp.
He reached out and, as if hugging a body pillow, extremely skillfully pulled this cold mentor into his arms.
"Don't... don't move..."
Mu Qingxue cried out. Her uniform was slightly messy from the previous impact, and a large area of her snow-white skin was pressed against Jiang Chen's nightgown. The sensation of ice and fire blending made her already disordered breathing completely shatter.
"I'm... doing this to act as your Protector..." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's buzz, yet because of the comfort of that "Lunar Dependence," her body instinctively rubbed against Jiang Chen's chest, searching for the most fitting position.
Su Qingyue, standing aside, was dazed.
"Teacher Mu... isn't your way of acting as a Protector a bit too 'deep'?"
Although Su Qingyue also wanted to pounce on him, she still had to be responsible for staying alert against those charlatans who might go crazy at any moment. She could only grit her teeth while frantically swallowing her saliva.
Meanwhile, inside the Dream Exam Hall.
Jiang Chen had already torn the exam paper into a paper airplane.
"Exam my ass! Everyone, stand at attention!"
Jiang Chen slapped the table, and his Nirvana Realm Second Stage Divine Sense transformed into a ten-thousand-foot giant hand, directly crushing that "classroom" into dust.
"Pfft—!"
Inside the hall, the Pope and several Cardinal Archbishops all spat out a mouthful of old blood and opened their eyes in horror.
The way they looked at Jiang Chen was no longer as if looking at an "pagan," but as if looking at something incomprehensible—"Truth itself."
Meanwhile, Jiang Chen was still holding Teacher Mu, letting out a long yawn in front of everyone.
"This sleep... was so damn tiring. Your questions here are way too obscure."