The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 1302: Qualification Assessment

Lin Mu thought for a moment, then turned toward Tuoba Yan with a cheerful grin. "And you, Miss Tuoba? Do you want a qualification token?"

"I think my talent is still acceptable."

Tuoba Yan shook her head at him. Ling Feng carried himself with such bold confidence that she refused to make him look anything less!

"Alright then. Seems like I came here for nothing."

Lin Mu only chuckled, yet he didn't leave Moxue Mountain Manor. Instead, he stayed on as a guest.

Mo Qiuhua welcomed him warmly and arranged rooms for him and Yu Linglong. The manor brimmed with a festive mood, though Mo Sanqing dragged his head in despair, wishing he could slip into a crack in the ground.

Time passed in a blink.

The day Five Spirit Hall officially issued its qualification tokens finally arrived. Lin Mu and Yu Linglong left Moxue Mountain Manor early to prepare.

To receive a qualification token, cultivators had to pass a sequence of assessments. Only extremely exceptional geniuses were exempt from the full procedure. Everyone else had to follow the steps and pass each trial before earning a token.

The last time Three Divine Hall held its assessment, the scene had been grand beyond measure, yet only seven or eight geniuses earned tokens in the end. Mo Sanqing had been among the many who failed.

Those who were rejected by Three Divine Hall, plus the ones who understood their own limits and never went to apply, all gathered for Five Spirit Hall's assessment instead. The number of candidates that day was easily triple the size of the previous gathering.

After all, Five Spirit Hall had two more halls than Three Divine Hall, and its admission criteria were slightly more flexible. The odds were simply better.

"Young Master Ling, I wish you success in obtaining a qualification token."

Mo Qiuhua escorted Ling Feng and the others to the manor gate and handed him a letter of recommendation. "With or without a recommendation makes a world of difference during the final evaluation. Though Moxue Mountain Manor is not a top-level power, we still hold some modest reputation."

"In that case, thank you, Senior."

Ling Feng put the letter away after a short hesitation. He believed he could surpass every other candidate, yet he also knew there were always people waiting to cause trouble. Having this letter was a layer of protection, and if he didn't need it, Tuoba Yan might.

He had no idea she was already chosen as the Hui Yue Hall Master's future disciple. Even if he failed, Tuoba Yan would never be rejected.

Mo Qiuhua nodded and gave Tuoba Yan a long look. With a soft sigh, she said, "Yan'er, our fate as master and disciple ends here. When you reach Dongling Immortal Pool, practice the martial skills I taught you well. Don't let our bond be in vain."

"Yes, Master."

Tuoba Yan bowed deeply. She understood that after this bow, their relationship was completely and formally severed.

"Sigh..."

Mo Qiuhua turned away with a slow sweep of her sleeve. "Go!"

Tuoba Yan watched her back for a long moment. She had stayed in Moxue Mountain Manor for less than a month, yet she could feel how well Mo Qiuhua had treated her, like both teacher and mother.

Mo Qingfeng stepped forward with a small smile. "Master Ling, I'm taking Sanqing to the assessment. Since we're heading the same way, let's go together."

"That's fine," Ling Feng replied.

Mo Sanqing gave a faint snort. He didn't dare contradict Mo Qingfeng, so he could only grumble in his heart and keep his mouth shut.

He had some talent, but with such a temperament, his future achievements would never rise far.

The group departed. The public assessment site for Five Spirit Hall lay at the center of Iron Ice City, set upon a vast square. Only those who passed the assessment and earned their token could continue on to Demon Heaven Snow Ridge to face the final trial.

Anyone who passed the trial in Demon Heaven Snow Ridge would become an official disciple of Dongling Immortal Pool.

Most would enter as outer-sect disciples, and only a small handful of the most outstanding would qualify as inner-sect disciples or even direct disciples.

Before long, the group reached the central square. The space was already packed with people, a sea of heads stretching in every direction. Candidates filled the front, and elders, relatives, and curious onlookers crowded behind.

Ling Feng and the others squeezed their way into a pavilion and sat down to wait for the assessment to begin.

A grating voice cut across the noise. Mo Qingfeng frowned as he heard it.

"Well now, isn't this the once-famous Moxue Mountain Manor? A pity you've been declining for the past five hundred years!"

Everyone turned toward the stairway beneath the pavilion. A skinny old man in a purple robe stood there with a mocking smile, staring straight at Mo Qingfeng.

A cold glint flashed through Mo Qingfeng's eyes. "So it's the branch family that once depended on my Moxue Mountain Manor. What now? Grown bold enough to bite your master?"

The old man didn't get angry. He only kept that hollow grin. "Moxue Mountain Manor has fallen so far it can only drown itself in past glory. Pitiful!"

"Is that so?"

The sword at Mo Qingfeng's waist hummed sharply. "If you doubt our strength, you can test it yourself!"

His sword will surged out in full force. The great perfection Ethereal Sword Will swept across the area like a raging wind. Nearby martial artists changed their expressions at once.

"You broke through! How is that possible?"

The purple-robed old man's eyelids twitched violently. Before this breakthrough, he and Mo Qingfeng were evenly matched. Now that Mo Qingfeng had reached great perfection, killing him might take only a single strike.

Yet he couldn't understand why Mo Qingfeng's sword dao would rise so abruptly. The difference between minor perfection and great perfection in sword will was only a single level, yet it was enough to make countless sword dao geniuses to fall in battle.

"Try me if you don't believe me!"

Mo Qingfeng's sword remained in its sheath, but its sharp intent filled the air. The old man clenched his fists and growled, "Even if your sword dao has advanced, what does that have to do with Moxue Mountain Manor? You're not even using its traditional teachings. What are you so proud of?"

Mo Qingfeng stiffened. His sword dao was forged entirely through his own efforts. It truly had nothing to do with the manor's inherited teachings.

"Hahaha!"

At that moment, Ling Feng laughed aloud. "Old man, did a donkey kick your head? Senior Qingfeng is a man of the manor. Even if his path isn't the same as the inheritance, his strength still brings honor to future generations. Compared to those who rely on their ancestor's shade and refuse to advance, he's a hundred times better. Funny how certain people aren't ashamed of their laziness and even wear it like a badge. Truly pathetic!"

"You! You!"

Ling Feng's few words made the purple-robed old men flush red. He trembled with anger yet couldn't muster a single comeback. He sputtered "you, you, you" for a long while without managing even one decent reply.