192: Chapter 192 The Holy Son? Let's do a test first to calm down.

Above the mountain gate of the Heavenly River Sword Sect, the originally aggressive Purple Mansion Holy Land fleet was now trapped in a bizarre stillness.

The golden chariot pulled by nine Dragons was firmly wedged by the "Wall of Sighs," composed of golden glowing characters on all four sides. Those characters were not Talismans, but dazzling mathematical formulas and chemical equations. They were like invisible mountains, forcibly squeezing this arrogant invader into a tiny "Examination Hall."

On the chariot, Purple Mansion Holy Son Xiao Tianjiao's expression had turned from anger to an extremely frustrated shade of liver-purple.

He looked at the human-shaped pit on the ground—buried there was his Dao Protector, Elder Zhao Wuji of the Nascent Soul Middle Stage. That eye-catching red "Suspension Card" was still stuck by the pit, fluttering in the wind as if silently mocking the incompetence of the Purple Mansion Holy Land.

"Bastard! Absolute bastard!"

Xiao Tianjiao suddenly unsheathed the purple-gold sword at his waist, pointing the blade directly at Li Mo on the top floor of the Scripture Pavilion.

"Evil Daoist! What sorcery did you use to ambush Elder Zhao?"

"I am the Purple Mansion Holy Son! My father is a Soul Transformation Stage powerhouse! You dare trap me? Believe it or not, with one message Talisman, I'll have the Purple Mansion army trample your pathetic Sect!"

Xiao Tianjiao's voice, amplified by Spiritual Qi, rolled like thunder, making the surrounding "formula walls" buzz. He tried to use this roar to mask the trace of fear in his heart.

However, facing this hysterical roar, Li Mo just casually picked his ear.

"Too noisy."

Li Mo stood by the window, the vest printed with "Dean of Students" shining in the sunlight. He pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the large cucumber in his hand (which he had just grabbed to use as a pointer) tapped lightly.

[authority dog skill activated: Examination Hall Silence Mode.]

"Beep—!!!"

A sharp, eardrum-piercing electronic whistle instantly drowned out Xiao Tianjiao's roar.

Immediately after, Xiao Tianjiao discovered to his horror that his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton. No matter how hard he roared, the sounds coming from his mouth became meaningless electronic noise.

"Beep beep beep? Beep beep—! (Let me go! You dare mute me?)"

Xiao Tianjiao clutched his throat, his face turning red as he desperately channeled the Golden Core Spiritual Qi in his body to break the Seal. But that power did not belong to the realm of Spiritual Qi; it was a higher-dimensional "Rule." Before the "Dean of Students," any student attempting to disrupt classroom order could only shut up.

"Silence."

Li Mo's voice, transmitted through an amplification Formation, spread clearly and coldly across the field.

"This is the Heavenly River Sword Sect's First Examination Hall, not a wet market."

"According to Article 1 of the 'Invigilation Rules': Those who make noise shall be muted for half an hour."

"If there's a next time, it won't just be muting; I'll 'Summon the Parents'—I'll send a Recording Stone of you getting your pants stripped and beaten to your Soul Transformation Stage father."

Xiao Tianjiao shuddered, the fire of anger in his eyes instantly half-extinguished by this vicious threat.

If such a scene were sent back to the Central Continent, he wouldn't need to be a Saint anymore; he might as well find a block of tofu to bash his head against.

"Very good, calmed down now?"

Li Mo nodded with satisfaction.

He waved his sleeve, and the clouds in the sky changed color.

The golden characters that originally trapped the chariot began to gather and reorganize, finally condensing in front of Xiao Tianjiao into a massive... piece of white paper, cascading down like a waterfall.

This paper was huge, ten zhang wide, densely printed with black Song-style characters. Every word exuded a suffocating pressure—the weight of knowledge, the majesty of truth.

At the very top of the test paper, a bold, black title was printed, even featuring a blood-red skull icon:

[Tianhe Tutorial Class Entrance Qualification Test · Top Secret Paper (Purple Mansion Special Edition)]

[Difficulty Level: Hell]

[Question Setter: Li Mo (Newton's Brother)]

"Do it."

Li Mo took a sip of tea, his tone like asking a primary schooler to do "1+1."

"I won't kill you, nor will I mistreat you."

"As long as you finish this paper within the allotted time (one stick of incense) and pass (60 points)."

"I'll let you go and return that Elder buried in the dirt to you as well."

"But if you don't finish, or if you fail..."

Li Mo paused and pointed toward the Spirit Beast Garden below.

There, Fatty Pig Intestine was leading a group of Spirit Beasts (mainly that Big Yellow Dog who had learned surgery) holding scalpels and looking on with fanatical eyes, drooling in their direction.

"If you fail, it means your brain has no developmental value."

"Since your brain is useless, donate your body to the cause of medicine."

"It just so happens our 'High-Level Cultivator Meridian Anatomy' class is missing a live specimen."

"Beep—! (You're dreaming!)"

Although Xiao Tianjiao couldn't speak, his gaze was extremely stubborn.

Making him, a dignified Saint, do a test? This was a humiliating disgrace! A scholar can be killed but not insulted!

He suddenly swung his sword, a purple Sword Qi slashing toward the giant test paper.

"Break for me!"

However, a bizarre scene occurred.

The paper, which seemed thin as a cicada's wing, suddenly glowed with a pale blue light the moment the Sword Qi approached.

A question on it automatically lit up:

[Physical Defense Question: Given the Sword Qi energy is E and the contact area is S. If the surface of the paper is covered with a Non-Newtonian Fluid Spiritual Qi Membrane, how much shear force is required to pierce it?]

Before Xiao Tianjiao could react.

That purple Sword Qi was like a clay ox entering the sea, directly "swallowed" by the test paper.

Then, the surface of the paper rippled, and based on the principle of "Newton's Third Law," it reflected the force back exactly as it was!

"Bang!"

Xiao Tianjiao was struck squarely in the face by his own Sword Qi, flying backward from the chariot and crashing into the "formula wall" behind him, left dazed and battered.

"Warning."

Li Mo's cold voice rang out.

"Damaging the test paper results in a 10-point deduction from your Participation Grade."

"This is the first time. Next time, the reflection force will double."

Xiao Tianjiao clutched his swollen face and scrambled up from the ground.

He looked at the unscathed paper, which even seemed to quiver slightly as if mocking him, and his heart finally collapsed.

Can't win.

Can't curse.

Can't escape.

What kind of hellish place is this? Is this still the Cultivation World?

This is Hell!

"Sa... Saint..."

A nearby attendant tremblingly handed over a pen (which Li Mo had actually thrown down earlier).

"Why don't... you try?"

"That old Devil Head doesn't seem to be joking... the dog down there has already sharpened the scalpel until sparks are flying."

Xiao Tianjiao glanced down.

Sure enough, that Big Yellow Dog wearing glasses was eyeing his kidneys with an extremely professional gaze, seemingly contemplating where to start the cut.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Xiao Tianjiao snatched the pen and walked to the giant test paper with gritted teeth.

"I'll do it! I, the Saint, knew characters at three, recited the Daoist Canon at five, and mastered Formations at seven! Can a mere test paper stump me?"

He took a deep breath and focused on the first question.

He thought it would test something like "The Dao that can be spoken is not the eternal Dao" or "The mutual generation and overcoming of the Five Elements."

However.

The first question made his vision go dark.

[Part One: Multiple Choice Questions (5 points each)]

Regarding the flight principle of a "Golden Core Stage" Cultivator, which of the following statements is correct:

A. Powered by love.

B. The Golden Core rotates to generate centrifugal force, flinging the Cultivator into the sky.

C. As long as the left foot steps on the right foot, one can spiral into the heavens.

D. By high-frequency vibration of the Golden Core to excite the surrounding Spiritual Qi field, generating Anti-gravity Waves, where the vibration frequency of the Golden Core must satisfy f = 1/2π * sqrt(k/m).

"..."

Xiao Tianjiao's hand holding the pen froze.

He recognized every character.

But put together, is this some kind of divine script?

Anti-gravity Waves? What kind of waves are those? Is it a secret technique of the Purple Mansion Holy Land?

And those f and π... are they some kind of ancient runes?

"Choose... C?"

Sweat broke out on Xiao Tianjiao's forehead. Stepping on the right foot with the left sounded ridiculous, but some lightness skills were described that way.

Just as he was about to write.

He felt a chill from the depths of his Soul—it was Li Mo's gaze.

It was as if if he chose wrong, that Big Yellow Dog would immediately pounce and bite his butt.

"No... that's not right! There must be a trick!"

Xiao Tianjiao forced himself to calm down.

"Option D is the longest and looks the most incomprehensible. According to the experience of the mortal imperial examinations... choose the longest one!"

He tremblingly circled Option D.

Swish—

A green light lit up on the test paper.

[Correct answer.]

"Whew..."

Xiao Tianjiao let out a long breath, feeling more tired than if he had fought a Cultivator of the same Rank.

"Guessed right! I really am the chosen one!"

With his confidence slightly restored, he looked at the second question.

Suppose you encounter a Body Cultivator (with extremely high defense). To pierce his defense, you should:

A. Shout "For the glory of Purple Mansion" and charge into melee.

B. Use fire Spells to heat him up, attempting to roast him.

C. Calculate his Natural Frequency and use sound wave attacks to trigger internal organ Resonance, directly shattering his heart Meridians.

D. Kneel and beg for mercy.

Xiao Tianjiao frowned.

A was definitely out; that's for brutes. D was for cowards.

B seemed reliable; fire overcomes metal, after all.

But C... Natural Frequency? Resonance?

He suddenly remembered the scene where Li Xuanji used a steamed bun to shatter his Dharma Idol.

That bun was also constantly bouncing and vibrating...

"Could it be C?"

Xiao Tianjiao gritted his teeth and chose C.

The green light lit up again.

[Correct answer.]

"Haha! I get it!"

Xiao Tianjiao's eyes flashed with brilliance, as if he had caught a tail of something called "science."

"This isn't testing cultivation at all! It's testing 'laws'!"

"As long as you discard common sense, choose the most ridiculous and 'sinister' option, and you'll be right!"

His pen flew as he correctly guessed five more multiple-choice questions.

That feeling of solving problems actually gave him a strange sense of excitement.

"So solving problems... is more fulfilling than killing?"

However.

The good times didn't last.

The multiple-choice questions ended.

Next were... fill-in-the-blank questions.

[Part Two: Fill-in-the-Blank Questions (10 points each)]

It is known that the self-detonation power of a Nascent Soul Cultivator is equivalent to 1,000 tons of TNT. To completely convert its kinetic energy into thermal energy before self-detonation, one needs to use the ______ Spell and constrain it within a sphere with a radius of ______ meters. (Please write down the calculation process)

Xiao Tianjiao was dumbfounded.

He couldn't guess this!

What is TNT? What is equivalent?

And a calculation process?

He instinctively looked back at the Purple Mansion Cultivators behind him.

Those hundreds of elite Disciples were also separated by small "partition barriers," each with a small test paper floating in front of them (though the difficulty was lower, it was still enough to make them question their lives).

"Senior Brother... what is TNT?"

"Don't ask me! I'm calculating the 'combustion equation of the Fireball Spell,' I'm about to pull all my hair out!"

"Help! Why are they asking if my Flying Sword's material is austenite or martensite? My sword is made of iron!"

Wails were everywhere.

No one could help him.

"Warning. Half of the exam time has passed."

Li Mo's voice sounded like a death knell.

"Student Xiao, your fill-in-the-blanks are still empty. Big Yellow has already started sharpening the second knife."

Xiao Tianjiao shuddered.

He looked at the question, his brain working frantically.

"Nascent Soul self-detonation... energy... thermal energy..."

Suddenly, he remembered the scene of Ye Guyun's "electromagnetic cannon" piercing through a mountain.

That pure release of energy...

"If I don't treat it as cultivation, but as... accounting?"

Xiao Tianjiao came from a great clan; accounting was a basic skill.

"1,000 tons... conversion..."

He began to frantically draw runes... no, perform calculations on the scratch paper (the blank space of the test paper).

Although he didn't understand the formulas, he tried to use the most primitive arithmetic to approach the answer.

Sweat dripped from his purple-gold crown onto the test paper.

He took off his heavy Qilin armor and threw away his cumbersome sword.

At this moment, with disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes, biting his pen, where was there any trace of a Saint?

He looked exactly like a postgraduate entrance exam candidate driven mad by advanced mathematics.

Time passed second by second.

The incense had burned out.

"Pens down."

Li Mo's voice rang out right on time.

"No!!!"

Xiao Tianjiao let out a shrill scream (the mute time had just passed).

"Give me one more breath! Just one last step! I calculated the radius! It's three meters! No, three point five meters!"

"Collecting papers."

Li Mo waved his hand mercilessly.

The giant test paper instantly rolled up and turned into a stream of light, flying back to the Scripture Pavilion.

Xiao Tianjiao slumped onto the chariot, panting heavily as if he had just survived a life-and-death battle.

His fingers were cramped from gripping the pen too tightly, and his mind was filled with a chaotic mess of flying numbers.

"Grading finished."

A moment later, Li Mo's voice came again.

Xiao Tianjiao's heart leaped into his throat.

He stared fixedly at the Scripture Pavilion, waiting for the judgment of fate.

Did he pass?

If he didn't pass, would he really be sliced up?

"Xiao Tianjiao."

Li Mo held the test paper and pushed his glasses.

"Multiple-choice questions all correct (though mostly guessed)."

"Fill-in-the-blanks... half wrong."

"Big questions... filled with 'nonsense' gibberish."

"Total score..."

Li Mo paused.

"59 points."

Boom!

Xiao Tianjiao felt as if five thunders had struck his head.

59 points?

Only one point away from passing?

Was the Heavenly Dao playing with him?

"It's over..."

Xiao Tianjiao's face was ashen. Looking at the Big Yellow Dog jumping excitedly below, he closed his eyes in despair.

"Come... give me a quick death... just don't cut my kidneys..."

"However."

Li Mo's voice suddenly carried a hint of a smile.

"Given that on the scratch paper for the last question, although you calculated the wrong result, you actually instinctively drew a prototype of an 'Energy Constraint Model'."

"This shows that while you may lack education, your intuition is startling."

"This one point is a reward for your hard work, a 'neatness point' for your paper."

"Final score: 60 points. Barely passed."

"Whew—"

Xiao Tianjiao snapped his eyes open, his whole body collapsing on the ground like a puddle of mud.

Alive.

He survived.

He had never felt 60 points were so dear in his life.

"Congratulations, Student Xiao."

Li Mo stood by the window, looking down at the Saint who had been tortured into submission.

"You passed the entrance test."

"From today on, you are a... transfer student of the Tianhe Tutorial Class."

"Don't be happy too soon."

Li Mo threw down a thick book, which landed right in Xiao Tianjiao's arms.

"This is the textbook for the next class—'Introduction to Quantum Mechanics: Schrödinger's Nascent Soul'."

"Take it back and preview it."

"Tomorrow morning during self-study, I'll be doing a spot check."

Xiao Tianjiao held the heavy book, looking at the cat on the cover that seemed both dead and alive, and tears finally couldn't help but flow.

He wanted to go home.

He wanted to go back to the Purple Mansion Holy Land and be that carefree, playboy Saint.

The world outside was too terrifying.

The people here were all devils!

But he didn't dare leave.

Because Li Mo added another sentence:

"By the way, that Elder Zhao buried in the ground will be temporarily detained as a 'security guard' for the school."

"When you can score 80 points, you can redeem him."

"Study hard and make progress every day."

"I have high hopes for you, Lord Saint."