46: Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers?

Early the next morning.

Mo Fan climbed out of bed with two dark circles under his eyes.

"What a sin!"

He hadn't expected it.

Even though Lin Yiyi had left...

...that Red-Clothed Female Ghost was still in his dreams!

Even more ridiculous, the Red-Clothed Female Ghost's strength had actually increased!

Previously, Mo Fan had almost been able to counter-kill the Red-Clothed Female Ghost.

But last night, he was ravaged by the Red-Clothed Female Ghost again!

"It shouldn't be. My cultivation broke through to the Body Tempering Seventh Level, and my strength has increased by more than just a bit. I should have been able to easily overpower and counter-kill her?"

Mo Fan wanted to cry but had no tears, finally accepting the reality.

The Red-Clothed Female Ghost's strength would increase along with his own!

As a result, Mo Fan was tormented by the Red-Clothed Female Ghost all night.

"Where on earth did this thing come from?"

Mo Fan looked at the sky speechlessly.

"This is too hard—"

Of course, although he acted like life was no longer worth living...

...he was actually somewhat happy in his heart.

The Red-Clothed Female Ghost not disappearing had only benefits and no drawbacks for him.

This thing could not only accompany him in combat practice (proper combat practice) to improve his combat power...

...but also temper his spirit, allowing his Mental Energy to increase rapidly.

Even if he was being tormented, it was only temporary.

He Cultivated the Golden Body Art while facing the rising sun.

After finishing his washing up...

...Mo Fan pushed open the door and went out.

At a glance, he saw Xu Jing waving to him from not far away.

"G-good morning."

"Let's go, let's get breakfast." Mo Fan walked over.

"Okay."

"Mo... Mo Fan..." Xu Jing hesitated to speak.

"What's wrong?" Mo Fan looked at her in confusion.

"E-exercise some restraint," Xu Jing said with a red face.

Mo Fan: "?"

What kind of scandalous words were these?

Were these the kind of things Xu Jing could say?

"Your complexion is too poor, d-don't stay up late to Cultivate..." Xu Jing lowered her head.

Mo Fan: "..."

So my mind was just in the gutter?

...Ten minutes later.

The two arrived at the Spirit Herb Garden.

Xiao Huohuo, Han Tang, and the others were gathered together, discussing yesterday's events with sighs of amazement.

"It's too terrifying! Steward Liu's house was actually blown down!"

"Yeah! There was a loud boom at the time, just like an earthquake!"

"It's said that Steward Liu's wooden house was reinforced with a Magic Array! It's firmer than reinforced concrete! Yet a single palm strike actually collapsed an entire wall!"

"Is this the strength of a big shot? Truly terrifying!" Xiao Huohuo gave the final summary.

Mo Fan: "..."

Mo Fan really wanted to complain; that phrase 'terrifying' was a perfect match for the name Xiao Huohuo!

"Oh, Mo Fan and Xu Jing are here!"

Seeing Mo Fan and Xu Jing walking over, the eyes of several people immediately lit up, and they pulled them into the discussion.

They felt that Mo Fan was the person closest to the wooden house at the time, so he must know more details!

"Brother Fan, did you see that Red-Clothed Female Assassin yesterday? What did she look like? Was she pretty?"

Mo Fan: "?"

Are you crazy?

At a time like this...

...you're actually concerned about whether the female assassin was pretty?

Mo Fan perfunctorily answered a few questions until the work bell rang.

The group was still eager for more but had no choice but to stop.

It was time to go to the training room for class.

However, at that moment, an old man with long hair and a white beard walked into the Spirit Herb Garden.

He waved to stop the few people heading toward the training room and said slowly, "Steward Liu is seriously injured. The Dao of Alchemy training is temporarily suspended. Go about your work."

After speaking, the old man turned and left.

"Ah?" Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but be stunned, becoming somewhat worried.

The situation seemed to be much more serious than they had anticipated.

Mo Fan also frowned.

If something happened to Liu Jian...

...his path in the Dao of Alchemy would become much harder.

After all, Liu Jian was an Alchemy Hall Inner Sect Steward; his status was evident.

Learning from him was definitely a gain.

Without Liu Jian's guidance, even if he successfully passed the promotion assessment, he would only be an Outer Sect Disciple.

At least for a short time, he wouldn't be able to become an Inner Sect Disciple.

In that case, if he wanted to learn Alchemy, he could only look for a new Opportunity in the Outer Sect.

"I hope Old Man Liu recovers in a couple of days—" Mo Fan shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

Soon, he thought of what Lin Yiyi had said.

"Beware of Old Man Liu?"

Mo Fan frowned. Connecting it to last night's events, he decided it was better to be cautious.

It was fine if his progress was slow.

Safety came first.

Thinking this, Mo Fan picked up a watering can, found several types of specially made nutrient solutions, and began mixing irrigation fluids for different spirit plants.

This was a technical job.

Currently, only Mo Fan could mix usable nutrient solutions.

So, this task gradually became his specialty; his job had turned into a Nutrient Solution Mixer... In the afternoon.

The sun set.

The sky was filled with red clouds.

Ending a day's labor, Mo Fan stretched and prepared to get off work.

At this time, Xu Jing walked over.

"E-eat?"

Mo Fan smiled: "You go ahead. I'll be a bit later; I still have some things to handle."

"Okay, you... you're busy." Xu Jing nodded and turned to leave.

Mo Fan put away his tools, identified his direction, and headed toward the Assessment Hall.

The Assessment Hall was the department that decided on Disciple promotions.

If one wanted to apply for a promotion assessment, they had to go to the Assessment Hall.

The Menial Service Yard's Assessment Hall wasn't far from the Spirit Herb Garden.

After walking for only about ten minutes, Mo Fan saw an ancient-looking pavilion.

In front of the pavilion stood a conspicuous stone tablet.

Three bold and powerful characters were carved on the stone tablet—Assessment Building.

Entering the Assessment Building, Mo Fan found the Green-Robed Deacon responsible for processing promotion assessment applications and simply stated his purpose.

While registering the information, the Green-Robed Deacon glanced at Mo Fan with some surprise.

He hesitated but eventually couldn't help saying, "You're currently only at the Body Tempering Seventh Level. Are you sure you want to sign up for the promotion assessment now?"

"I'm sure," Mo Fan said.

Hearing this, the Green-Robed Deacon frowned. After thinking for a moment, he still reminded him:

"Being able to Cultivate to the Body Tempering Seventh Level at your age is already rare; you can be considered to have some talent on the path of Martial Arts.

"Spend another year or so, and breaking through to the Innate Realm shouldn't be a problem.

"It won't be too late to apply for the promotion assessment after you become an Innate Martial Artist."

"I want to apply now," Mo Fan said.

Hearing this, the Green-Robed Deacon's face darkened slightly.

How could this young man be so stubborn?

He glared at Mo Fan and said crossly:

"To tell you the truth, the promotion assessment is no joke. It involves actual combat with Xiantian Martial Artists. With your current cultivation, there's a ninety percent chance you won't pass.

"Not only will you fail to pass, but if you're not careful and get hit by a Xiantian Martial Artist, you'll be seriously injured. Broken arms or legs are possible.

"Now, are you still sure you want to apply?"

The Green-Robed Deacon looked at Mo Fan.

"Yes, I know all that, but I have confidence in my own strength and want to give it a try," Mo Fan said seriously.

Seeing this, the Green-Robed Deacon was stunned for a moment, but eventually submitted the registration information for Mo Fan.

Since this young man in front of him insisted...

...then naturally, it wasn't good for him to say anything more.

The reminder just now was only because he saw this young man had some talent and couldn't bear to see him get injured for nothing.

As for Mo Fan being a Genius who could challenge those of a higher level?

The Green-Robed Deacon didn't think in that direction at all.

It would still make sense for someone at the Body Tempering Peak to come and challenge a Xiantian Martial Artist.

But for a Body Tempering Seventh Level to challenge a Xiantian Martial Artist?

It wasn't that it was impossible.

It was just that such a Genius might not even appear once in ten years in the Menial Service Yard.

At least, in all his years serving as a Steward, he had never encountered a Genius of this level.

"The information has been submitted for you. You can head back now and just come back on the tenth of next month to participate in the assessment."

"It has to be the tenth of next month?" Mo Fan was surprised.

"Yes, the promotion assessment is only held once a month, fixed on the tenth. However, it's already the end of October, so there aren't many days left. Go back and wait patiently. In the meantime, practice some defensive Martial Skills to improve your combat power," the Green-Robed Deacon said.

Yes, improve his ability to take a beating.

"Understood, thank you," Mo Fan thanked him and turned to leave.

Watching Mo Fan's back disappear from the Assessment Hall, the Green-Robed Deacon shook his head slightly.

"Young people nowadays really are like newborn calves unafraid of tigers—"

(PS: The author is part of the 'clumsy hands' hall. Updates are basically at two or three in the morning. It's recommended not to wait for updates; just read them in the morning.)