57: Chapter 57 Test

Upon hearing Chen Zilong's words, the assembled disciples burst into uproarious laughter, some covering their mouths, others doubling over with mirth.

A mountain breeze swept across the dueling platform, and only then did Ye Wushuang snap out of his daze, finally understanding why he had been placed at the top of the rankings without fighting a single match.

So it turned out everyone found him too foul-smelling to deign to fight him!

At this moment, Ye Wushuang wished he could dig a three-bedroom apartment right there on the platform to crawl into and hide.

He secretly connected with the dragon soul within his storage ring and sent a mental complaint:

"Master! Why didn't you warn me? You've made me lose so much face in front of everyone!"

An invisible string of question marks seemed to float above the dragon soul's head as it replied, baffled:

"Disciple, I called out to you mentally several times. You were the one who actively severed our mental connection!"

What Ye Wushuang said next nearly made the dragon soul spit out a mouthful of old blood:

"Master, let's put aside the facts for a moment. Are you really saying you bear no fault at all?"

The dragon soul fell completely silent, quietly severing the connection once more.

This time, it harbored not a shred of hesitation in its heart.

Originally, it had only planned to make Ye Wushuang serve as a battle servant after he ascended to the Immortal Realm.

But now, the dragon soul had changed its mind.

Once it returned to the Immortal Realm, it would definitely sell this brat to the Heavenly Court to become a heavenly slave!

Let him become an immortal only to end up a eunuch!

Ye Wushuang called out 'Master' a few more times, but this time the dragon soul gave no reply, leaving only a cold message:

"Do not disturb me without important matters."

And then it fell silent.

Ye Wushuang felt utterly stifled and frustrated, secretly gnashing his teeth in determination:

Just wait until I form my Golden Core! I'll definitely refine this old dragon soul into the artifact spirit of my Lifebound Treasure!

The dragon soul naturally sensed Ye Wushuang's petty thoughts, but it couldn't be bothered to expose them.

After all, for now, it still needed to rely on this brat to ascend to the Immortal Realm. He still had use value.

Ye Wushuang steadied his mind and turned his gaze back to Chen Zilong, loudly challenging him:

"Chen Zilong! Enough talk! Do you dare to fight me!"

Chen Zilong simply flashed an extremely punchable grin, pinched his nose, and said:

"No, no, I don't dare. I'm afraid you'll suffocate me with the smell."

He exaggeratedly fanned the air in front of him.

His words caused the surrounding disciples to erupt in laughter again.

The entire arena was filled with a merry atmosphere.

"Hahaha!!"

Ye Xishui laughed so hard her shoulders trembled like slender willow branches in the wind, her clear, beautiful eyes glistening with tears like scattered stars.

Tu Shan Xiaoxiao covered her cherry lips, letting out silvery, bell-like giggles, her laughter crisp and clear like a mountain spring in the woods.

Ye Wushuang could no longer maintain his composure. Even though he prided himself on having skin as thick as a city wall, he couldn't withstand this kind of full-scale ridicule.

The little madman Ye Wushuang once again shed "heartbroken" tears.

"I... I'll go take a bath and change clothes right now!"

He shouted with a sob in his voice, "Chen Zilong! You just wait! I'll definitely be back!"

With that, Ye Wushuang covered his face, weeping loudly, and rushed off the platform in a wretched state, running into the distance.

The clamor gradually subsided as sunlight spilled onto the bluestone dueling platform.

The other top-ten disciples began the second round of testing, choosing their preferred main peaks.

Soon, all the tests were concluded.

The Purple Bamboo Peak had accepted several inner disciples this time, but the position of a personal disciple remained vacant.

After all, Peak Master Liu Mei had always been of a pure and detached heart, focused solely on cultivation and disinclined to take on disciples.

Just as everyone was preparing to disperse and return to their respective main peaks...

"Wait! There's still me!"

A voice abruptly rang out as Ye Wushuang made a dramatic reappearance!

He was now clad in a brand-new set of white robes, which formed a stark contrast with his deep complexion.

He strode forward with his head held high, returning to the platform with that swaggering, 'disowning all relatives' gait, and declared fiercely:

"Chen Zilong! Step onto the platform and fight me!"

At this moment, the gazes of all the main peak disciples towards Ye Wushuang were a mixture of undisguised contempt and deep exasperation.

The Purple Bamboo Peak's three personal disciples.

He had managed to offend the Chief Senior Disciple and both personal disciples, yet he still stubbornly focused on the Purple Bamboo Peak?

Anyone with a normal brain would be considering other main peaks by now.

Everyone clearly understood what this kid was scheming.

So all his little wits were used on petty cleverness and chasing girls!

Liu Mei looked at the "persistent" figure on the platform, her willow-thin eyebrows tightly furrowed, her eyes filled with unresolvable helplessness as she let out a soft sigh.

Ye Xishui and Tu Shan Xiaoxiao also exchanged a glance, feeling equally powerless.

Catching sight of his master's expression, Chen Zilong's eyes darted, and a plan formed in his mind.

He slowly walked towards Ye Wushuang and replied:

"Fine, I accept your challenge. But..."

He deliberately drew out his tone, his hand reaching into the storage pouch at his waist to rummage around, "You have to fill out a form first."

"A form?" Ye Wushuang looked utterly bewildered, as if hearing the word for the first time.

Chen Zilong directly pulled out a sheet of paper covered in writing and handed it to Ye Wushuang:

"Here, fill it out."

Ye Wushuang took the form, looked closely, and his entire body petrified!

Good heavens!

Name, bone age, gender, birthplace...

That was all fine.

But why did he need to specify his shoe size, number of hairs, and even count his body hair?

It left him utterly confused. He felt that joining the Purple Bamboo Peak meant having his underwear inspected and laid bare.

"This... shoe size, hair, body hair... what does this have to do with joining the Purple Bamboo Peak?" Ye Wushuang pointed at the form, his face full of doubt.

"Of course it matters!"

Chen Zilong put on a stern face, speaking with great seriousness, "Currently, I'm the only male disciple on our Purple Bamboo Peak. If you want to join, you must provide complete information."

"For example, women's shoe sizes are generally smaller than men's. Wouldn't our Purple Bamboo Peak need to make shoes specifically for you?"

"When it was just me, naturally, no form was needed."

"But now with you as a junior brother, your shoe size is surely different. Of course, we need to distinguish clearly to avoid mixing them up."

Listening to Chen Zilong's airtight, logically rigorous explanation...

Ye Wushuang felt as if he had been force-fed a bellyful of big, dry pancakes, leaving him choked.

He clearly sensed something was off, yet he couldn't find a single flaw to pick at.

Everything seemed so "reasonable."

So reasonable it made his entire body uncomfortable.

Left with no choice, Ye Wushuang could only brace himself and take the pen from Chen Zilong's hand, preparing to fill it out.

However, just as the pen tip was about to touch the paper, Ye Wushuang's movements suddenly froze!

Cold sweat instantly soaked through his back.

He had forgotten!

He, Ye Wushuang, was of family slave origin!

He had never attended school.

He was completely illiterate!

He couldn't even write his own name!

The procedures for joining the Xuantian Sect back then had been handled for him by Ye Xishui.

His usual cultivation techniques and secrets were all directly imprinted into his consciousness and explained by the dragon soul using magic.

Seeing Ye Wushuang holding the pen, his arm trembling slightly, Chen Zilong raised an eyebrow and urged:

"Why are you just standing there? Write quickly."

Ye Wushuang looked up, meeting Chen Zilong's gaze, his own eyes darting away.

The corner of his mouth twitched into an extremely awkward, guilty smile...

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