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Chapter 141: Exam Reform, the Foundation Establishment Test (Please Vote for Me)
Moments later, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen had each arrived at separate cubicles in the boys’ and girls’ restrooms, respectively. They opened their phones and tapped the confirmation button on the webpage.
The screen flickered, then displayed the Kunxu First Layer High School Foundation Establishment Exam Registration Form.
Zhang Yu silently filled out his information, then clicked "Login."
Login Fee: 1,000 Yuan. Confirm?
Zhang Yu cursed under his breath, but still clicked "Confirm."
A ripple of divine energy surged through the air as 1,000 yuan was instantly deducted from his bank account.
In the next instant, the ground beneath Zhang Yu’s feet vanished—swallowing him whole as a massive hole opened beneath the restroom floor.
Shit!
When Zhang Yu’s figure completely disappeared, the floor sealed shut again, leaving no trace of him—just as if he had never been there.
…
Zhang Yu felt his body pass through countless undefined layers of existence, as though he were being pulled through a labyrinth of dimensions. When he finally regained awareness, he stood in a quiet office. A middle-aged woman sat across from him, staring at him calmly.
“Come to register for the Foundation Establishment Exam?”
Zhang Yu sensed a faint aura of divine power emanating from her—was she human… or something more?
After nodding, the woman handed him a Contract.
“Registration fee: 30,000 Yuan. And here are the rules for the Foundation Establishment Exam.”
She added, “Once you pay the fee and sign this Contract under the witness of the Great Deity of Heavenly Oath and Contract, you must abide by all rules. Violation means you’ll never be allowed to take the Foundation Establishment Certificate Exam again for the rest of your life.”
She paused, her expression cool. “Signing this Contract also ensures no one can detect that you’ve participated in this exam.”
“And if you withdraw midway, your registration fee is non-refundable.”
Zhang Yu winced at the price. Three thousand yuan—just for registration. After adding the train fare and the login fee, his remaining balance was barely over ten thousand.
“I wonder if A Zhen has enough… if not, I’ll have to borrow money to register,” he thought bitterly.
He bent his head and studied the Contract carefully.
The document contained dozens of strict rules: no disclosure of exam content, no sharing of contestant information, no photography or recording at the testing site…
And then there was a warning—emphasized by the woman herself.
“The Foundation Establishment Exam is highly valued by the Heavenly Court. It’s hosted by the Top Ten Sects to select truly exceptional talent capable of establishing their foundation.”
“Don’t even think about playing tricks. No off-the-record schemes.”
“Should the Eight Great Righteous Gods discover any misconduct—whether by candidates or associated personnel—the punishment will be severe. Light penalties include total financial ruin. Severe ones? Your immortal path severed. All cultivation potential erased…”
Zhang Yu nodded. He understood: this was a warning against cheating, against sabotage, against any outside interference.
After thoroughly reviewing every rule and asking a few clarifying questions, Zhang Yu signed the Contract under the divine witness of the Great Deity of Heavenly Oath and Contract, then handed over the 30,000 Yuan with a heavy heart.
Once the Contract was confirmed, the woman nodded. “Registration complete. Now comes the preliminary screening.”
She handed him a 55-numbered contestant badge and attached it to his chest.
“The test will assess your basic cultivation level. We’ll filter out those too weak—so we don’t waste exam resources.”
Zhang Yu froze. He hadn’t heard anything about a test from Zhang Pianpian.
“Wait,” he said, “wasn’t today just for registration?”
The woman waved a hand dismissively. “This year’s exam has been reformed. This is a new requirement.”
Zhang Yu groaned. “But the first round isn’t until August! I still have two months to grow. How can you judge my true strength now?”
The woman raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “You want to take it or not? If not, I’ll escort you out. But the fee isn’t refundable.”
Zhang Yu sighed in resignation. “Where do I go?”
She pointed to the door behind him. “Go through that door. The testing site is just beyond.”
Zhang Yu opened the door and stepped out—only to find the door had vanished. In its place stood a seamless, pure white wall.
He walked down the corridor, and soon reached a vast hall.
At the far end stood a massive metal door, where a group of people stood gathered, staring at something inside.
Zhang Yu approached, and instantly recognized a familiar face.
Yu Xinghan was typing a message on his phone.
> Li Xuelian: Send me 100,000 Yuan.
> Yu Xinghan: You’re sure?
> Li Xuelian: I know you’re not lying. Just send it.
> Yu Xinghan: I can’t reveal the details—there’s a confidentiality clause. But I need 100,000 to proceed.
> Li Xuelian: Got it. I trust you.
As the 100,000 Yuan appeared in his account, Yu Xinghan smirked. “The Foundation Establishment Exam is truly a blessing.”
He thought to himself: “Besides saving money, the real secret to advancing in the immortal path is knowing how to earn it. Without that skill, you’ll never go far.”
Then he remembered Zhang Yu.
“Too bad, Zhang Yu. I taught you how to save money, but I couldn’t teach you how to make it.”
“After all, you don’t have a Jin Dan-level master like me.”
“If I had to blame someone… it’s my master. He’s too poor to afford two disciples. Had to pick the stronger one to nurture.”
Just then, Yu Xinghan glanced up—and froze.
He blinked, rubbed his eyes, and stared again.
“Zhang Yu? What the hell are you doing here?”
Zhang Yu glanced at his badge, then smiled. “I’m here to take the Foundation Establishment Exam. You’re not?”
He knew the rules—strictly prohibited were external disclosures and interference. But there was no rule against contestants knowing each other. In fact, judging by the atmosphere, the exam might even encourage competition among candidates.
Yu Xinghan stared, stunned. At first, he panicked—afraid his secret had been exposed. But then he realized: Zhang Yu was also a candidate.
Relief washed over him… but confusion followed. How could Zhang Yu be here?
This was the elite tier—the strongest high school students, a level only top disciples like him could access. And now a poor kid—someone with no connections, no master, no support—was standing right here?
Sure, Zhang Yu had talent. He had good grades… but he was still a poor kid. And now even Zhang Pianpian had left him.
Just then, Bai Zhenzhen arrived beside Zhang Yu, patting his shoulder.
“Hey… you’re here too?”
“Bai Zhenzhen?” Yu Xinghan blinked. “You’re here too? Did I come to the wrong place?”
Before anyone could respond, a red envelope floated down from above—drifting gently toward the three of them.
Yu Xinghan hesitated for just 0.1 seconds.
Zhang Yu, already moving, stomped on the envelope and crouched down—reaching in with a quick grab.
But the envelope dissolved like mist, vanishing into nothing.
Yu Xinghan chuckled. “Fake. Obviously fake.”
Zhang Yu pulled out his phone, eyes wide. “Wait… my account just got 1,000 Yuan added!”
He stared at the screen. “The envelope… it just transferred money?”
Yu Xinghan’s face paled. He regretted his hesitation instantly.
Bai Zhenzhen gestured forward. “It’s that guy over there—sending them.”
There, a bare-chested man stood, calmly practicing spell runes. With each flick of his hand, a red envelope popped out of thin air and landed around his feet.
His name was Ye Lingshao—a student who, over the past half month, had abandoned physical cultivation, martial energy breathing, and Dao Heart refinement. Instead, he’d devoted himself entirely to mastering talismans.
He’d become obsessed after witnessing a woman’s rune work. And with his body and spirit already at peak perfection—ranked as the most flawless physique and bloodline among all Kunxu First Layer high schoolers by the Luzhou Group—he had no need to train further. He was confident he’d earn the Foundation Establishment Certificate.
The talisman he was practicing? A Red Envelope Charm, taught to him by that woman. Only after mastering it could he progress to the advanced Affinity Charm.
As he focused, a new envelope appeared—floating into the air.
Then, a hand reached out and snatched it.
But no matter how hard the hand squeezed, the envelope didn’t vanish.
Ye Lingshao looked up, eyes narrowing in surprise. “The Red Envelope Charm… doesn’t work on you?”
(End of Chapter)
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