Chapter 25: A Single Move Shakes the Heavens!

  Ye Qinghong didn't care at all, her mouth pursed, fully focused on the examiner, her eyes occasionally flashing with sharpness. Her jade fingers grasped the brush, and she wrote rapidly on the yellow paper, continuously deducing: "Foot treads Kan position, seal spirit tramples acupoint, wrist twists, can stab, can block! This is one move..."

  ……

  "Step remains still, waist twists to the right, left hand exerts force, hands intersect, another change, eighth change..."

  "The Fourteenth Variation!" Beads of fine sweat appeared on Ye Qing's forehead, glowing red in the light. She held her breath and focused, her brush moving as if possessed by a dragon, and between the strokes, the Fourteenth Variation suddenly emerged!

  "Done! About time too, let's see how Mo Bei is doing..." Ye Qinghong lightly wiped the sweat from her forehead and subconsciously glanced over at Mo Bei.

  At this sight, Ye Qinghong's pretty face suddenly turned pale, her bright eyes gradually widened, full of astonishment.

  Only Mo Bei was silent, holding a pen in one hand and paper in the other, staring at the examiner with an expression as if he had entered a state of meditation.

  In his hand, on that yellow paper, a blank sheet!

  "Marco!"

  Ye Qinghong hastily glanced at the sandalwood tree and saw that only a quarter of it was left!

  No more time! Why hasn't Mo Bei Ge started writing yet?!

  Her face lost even more of its rosiness, her heart racing with anxiety, she bit her red lips tightly and called out to Mo Bei in a soft voice.

  But Mo Bei seemed to have not heard her words, his expression calm and still, even his breathing seemed to have slowed down.

  "The Sixteenth Transformation!" Long Hao Tian let out a low shout, and with his brush dancing across the paper, the outline of the Sixteenth Transformation leapt onto the page! He let out a long sigh, a self-satisfied cold smile spreading across his face as he thought to himself:

  "I just pretended to be incompetent on purpose, and got the help of that little girl. Later, I can use this as an excuse to thank her and get in good with her, otherwise my relationship with the boss will be doomed!"

  You really think I don't understand, you underestimate me! Grandfather told me privately that this imitated and deduced sword technique can have at most 19 variations! I can deduce 18 variations within the time it takes to burn an incense stick, who can match me?

  But I'll still be humble about it, after all, it's just a matter of entering the outer gate. What difference does it make whether it's eighteen changes or sixteen changes? Just like earlier, I also saw nineteen swords, but I said sixteen to outsiders!

  "Haha, a tree standing out in the forest will be blown down by the wind. For now, just bear with it if you can!"

  As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced at Ye Qingfeng, Chen Qingzhu and Fang Luoyou.

  Her eyes narrowed slightly, exuding a hint of haughty coldness. The wolf hair brush in her jade fingers seemed to be dancing, vigorously pushing forward without stopping for a moment.

  The lady was pleased with herself, but when she turned her head and took a closer look, the next moment, the self-satisfied smile on her face stiffened, her eyes fixed on the yellow paper in Ye Qingfeng's hand, nineteen changes!

  How can this be!

  Ji's mouth twitched at the corners, staring incredulously at Ye Qingfeng.

  Before he could finish his astonishment, suddenly——

  "Oh dear, I'm finally done. I'm so exhausted, my hands are killing me." A soft and youthful voice with a hint of childish tone rang out.

  Chen Qingzhu casually tossed the pen aside, stretched out her pale and tender arms like a lotus root, slightly pursed her lips, and playfully stuck out her tongue: "Deriving nineteen variations is quite a brain-twister for others."

  As she spoke, Chen Qingzhu tiptoed and slightly raised her delicate chin, glanced at the yellow paper in Fang Luoyou's hand, and then a hint of astonishment flashed across her eyes as she exclaimed in disbelief:

  "Master Fang, you're incredibly powerful! You've actually deduced nineteen and a half variations, with just half a variation left to derive the twentieth!"

  Fang Luo You did not hear or ask, his eyes fixed intently on the examiner's three sword moves, his eyebrows furrowed into a ball, and sharp rays of light flickered constantly in his dark pupils.

  Sweat beads on his forehead gathered together, slid down his cheeks, and dripped onto the yellow talisman paper, reflecting tiny sweat marks.

  "What! How is this possible! Nineteen and a half variations! Wasn't it said that the highest level of mastery for the Pushing Sword Technique was only nineteen variations?!"

  Ji's heart skipped a beat, his face turned pale with embarrassment, and he clenched his fists tightly. He had thought that his nineteen variations were unmatched, but it turned out that these few people were not inferior to him, especially Fang Luo You, who had already far surpassed him.

  The gap between the two is really too big!

  As a genius, Ji Wubing's self-esteem has suffered an unprecedented blow!

  Seeing Ji Wu Bing's expression, his trusted younger brother Ji Lao Ba couldn't help but furrow his brow and immediately came over to share his big brother's worries!

  How to distinguish between worry and anxiety? The old eight who is familiar with the girl's inner characteristics immediately finds a soft persimmon and asks her brother to squeeze it!

  Searching high and low, the four great geniuses didn't dare to provoke him, others were still not enough to share, in the end it was Mo Bei again, entering his eyes!

  "Big brother, look, big brother, look! Mo Bei that little brat still dares to boast shamelessly about being the Blood Demon, it's really laughable."

  Lao Ba took over the conversation and glanced at the blank talisman in Mo Bei's hand, sneering: "You can't even come up with a single move."

  The young masters of the Ji family laughed loudly: "He must have been lucky in the first round, otherwise, with this kind of idiot who has no perception at all, how could he possibly refine eleven swords?"

  Many of the remaining young men from other families also started to mock and jeer, saying: "What's with this 'Clear Wind Sword Technique', reciting poetry, and pretending to be elegant? Hmph!"

  Such words are endless, and Ye Qing's ears are red with anger, her cheeks puffed up, her pretty face flushed, and she clenched her fists.

  She was anxious and angry in her heart, her eyes occasionally glancing at the remaining half of the small thumb-sized sandalwood, occasionally looking at Mo Bei, with a hint of anxiety.

  "Mo Beige!" Ye Qinghong's voice was urgent, yet she didn't dare speak loudly, fearing that she would disturb his meditation.

  Time is passing minute by minute, second by second, and the incense stick is getting shorter and shorter. The green leaves are turning red, as if they can't bear to see time stop, that incense stick burning forever without end.

  The sandalwood was now only as long as a fingernail.

  Ye Qinghong's heart was already hanging in her throat, her fingernails were deeply embedded in the flesh, and the joints of her fingers were white with tension.

  Long Hao Tian held his breath and concentrated, biting his teeth tightly, staring at Mo Bei's eyes which flickered with a hint of suspicion.

  That old eight finally felt a sense of relief in his heart, with a hint of disdain in his eyes, he swept his gaze over Mo Bei's body, speaking in a sarcastic tone, letting out a mocking laugh that fell into everyone's ears:

  "It's too late, haha! What Blood Devil? Not even a single transformation was achieved in the time it takes to burn an incense stick, calling him trash is already being too kind!"

  "Ji Lao Ba, don't be so presumptuous!" Ye Qinghong could no longer bear the crowd's ridicule and shouted out in anger, her beautiful eyes flashing with a hint of fury as she glared at Ji Lao Ba: "No matter how Mo Bei Ge is, he must be hundreds, thousands of times better than you! He will definitely make it!"

  Upon hearing this, Old Man Ji's heart seethed with anger, his teeth clenched in rage as he bellowed: "A thousand times, a hundred times? What a joke! That little brat still hasn't grasped the first sword move, yet he can pass?"

  "If that kid can pass, I'll be his servant! But if he can't pass, then call me grandpa!"

  Suddenly! Mo Bei moved!

  Under everyone's gaze, he finally made his move!

  His eyes suddenly widened, he took a deep breath, and his gaze was like a sharp sword. The wolf-hair brush that had been raised in mid-air began to move swiftly, dancing and playing on the yellow paper.

  His wrist shook violently, and with a burst of energy, the wolf-hair brush danced like a dragon and phoenix, leaving behind a trail of ink. A sword move, swiftly taking shape, leapt onto the paper, presenting itself before everyone's eyes!

  "What a speed!" Old Eight was first shocked, then his eyes rolled around and he sneered: "What's the use of being even faster? The time limit of one incense stick is almost up. I don't believe it, can he still defy the heavens?"

  Just as he was halfway through what he was saying.

  In Mo Bei's hand, on the yellow paper, that person-shaped sword dance had already begun to take shape!

  Ye Qing's face was flushed with excitement, her bright eyes shining with joy, as she cheered loudly: "Mo Bei ge, jiayou! You're the best!"

  The old lady's mouth was slightly raised with a scornful smile, looking at Mo Bei with disdain.

  Finally, under the gaze of all!

  "Time's up!" The examiner's cold voice suddenly cut through the sky. Fang Luoyou and Mo Beizi threw down their pens at the same time.

  The atmosphere suddenly became tense!

  Everyone held their breath and stared at Fang Luoyou and Mo Bei on the scene, their breathing becoming urgent.

  The judges took turns collecting the yellow papers and carefully reviewed each move and each style.

  "Half a beat later, he spoke in a low voice: 'Fang Luoyou, nineteen changes, half a move. Not yet twenty changes.'"

  Upon hearing this, all the young masters from wealthy families present gasped in shock.

  It's well-known that this sword technique, even many elders have privately said, can be pushed to the highest level of nineteen swords! Who would have thought that Fang Luoyou actually managed to push it further and create a half-step variation? This kind of insight is simply heart-trembling!

  Wit is first-rate, Fang Luoyou is unparalleled!

  Fang Luo You, however, was not satisfied. The corner of his mouth suddenly curled up into a wry smile as he shook his head in self-mockery: "What a pity, what a pity, still unable to deduce the twenty variations."

  The old lady slightly let out a breath and thought to herself:

  Even Lian Fangluo, a good friend, had not deduced twenty variations, let alone this deduction of the sword technique being so difficult. In such a short period of time, Mo Beikui couldn't possibly have deduced fifteen swords.

  As he spoke, Old Ji unconsciously tiptoed and stretched out his neck to take a peek at the yellow paper in Mo Bei's hand; the sword moves on the yellow paper were outlined with just a few strokes, as if there was only one variation.

  The examiner's eyebrows slightly furrowed, his voice cold and detached, as he said loudly: "Mo Bei, deduce... a variation."

  "Haha! I knew it, this kid is clearly a waste of space!" As soon as the examiner said this, Old Ji's eyes widened in shock, and after a moment, he couldn't help but burst out laughing loudly, his voice carrying far away.

  "What a waste of time! It's actually just a minor change. It's ridiculous!"

  The young masters of the Ji family burst into laughter: "Really, that kid only pushed out a single change. Haha! I'm afraid even the worst disciple of the Tai Xu Sect would be hundreds or thousands of times stronger than this kid!"

  Ye Qinghong pursed her red lips tightly, grasping the hem of her clothes, feeling unbearable in her heart, and occasionally revealing a hint of crystal-like tears in her eyes. Listening to those merciless, mocking words, it was as if they were talking about herself.

  Mo Bei Ge, is about to be eliminated?

  Fang Luo You shook his head and thought to himself, what a pity, what a pity!

  Ye Qing's eyebrows slightly furrowed, her calm eyes moved away from Mo Bei's body and no longer looked at him.

  Mo Bei, who was surrounded by a sea of gazes, remained calm and composed, standing with his hands behind his back, without the slightest change in expression.

  Suddenly!