Chapter 1884: The Bronze Gong

Zhong Qing had always valued self-cultivation and mental tranquility, spending his leisure time practicing calligraphy. As a result, he had achieved astonishing mastery in the art of calligraphy, and many powerful individuals came specifically to request his works to calm their minds and soothe their spirits.

Given his level of cultivation and composure, an ordinary assessment should not have affected him at all. But... all eight descendants of his lineage, including his own grandson, had been eliminated. He had originally wanted to test the depths of these two, but he never expected that he, a renowned figure of the Great Confucian Hall, would be... looked down upon!

So weak...

Weak your sister!

In what way am I weak?

Though furious, he couldn't help but recall the battle just now.

Although the two did not use a formation, their coordination was flawless, almost without any flaws. Even he, at the Great Perfection of the Immortal Realm, could not see through their next move, which was why he fell for it.

"Is this... the technique that Fan Xiaoxu taught you?"

Swallowing back the blood that was about to spew out, Zhong Qing took a deep breath and couldn't help but look over.

Although he had never seen these two before, he had reviewed their relevant information. There was no way they could have comprehended such formidable martial skills on their own.

"Yes."

Fan Xiaofeng and the other nodded.

They were actually a bit dazed themselves. They had thought that a Great Confucian who had suppressed his cultivation would be extremely powerful, but unexpectedly, using Fan Xiaoxu's combat methods, he was as weak as a chick, utterly vulnerable!

If that was the case, as long as they diligently trained, they could achieve true invincibility at the same level?

"Do you know who taught him these techniques?"

Zhong Qing asked.

"He comprehended them himself!" Fan Xiaofeng said.

He had specifically asked before, and the other party had replied that on the way here, he had an epiphany and gained insight.

"Comprehended them himself? Such talent..."

Looking up at the sky, Zhong Qing's breathing became somewhat rapid.

To create such formidable combat skills through personal insight alone, coupled with instantly cracking the formation on the jade token, his talent was simply astonishing.

"Yuanfeng, you all watch over them for now. I'll return to the Great Confucian Hall first and see who he will choose as his teacher..."

Unable to contain himself any longer, he turned and left.

Regardless of whom this person chose as his teacher, he had to maintain a good relationship with him. As long as he didn't fall, he would surely have a boundless future!

...

Zhang Xuan had no idea that Zhong Qing had been beaten up by Fan Xiaoxing and the others. At this moment, he was moving forward continuously according to the direction indicated on the jade token.

To be honest, he wanted to keep a low profile, but unfortunately, his strength wouldn't allow it!

Now that he was the first to enter the Great Confucian Hall, he surely couldn't hide it any longer.

But it didn't matter. As long as he didn't reveal his identity as an outsider, obtained what he wanted, and left immediately, it probably wouldn't cause too much of a stir.

Whoosh!

After flying for a while, a beam of light appeared ahead, and then he saw a huge folded space before him.

This space was more stable, giving him the feeling of returning to the Master Teacher Continent. The spiritual energy was also similar to some sacred lands. As he entered, the pores all over his body involuntarily opened, greedily absorbing it.

Countless halls stood before him, each exuding an ancient charm, as if built tens of thousands of years ago.

"I've arrived..."

Knowing that this should be the Great Confucian Hall, Zhang Xuan flickered and flew downward. Before he could land, he saw a beam of light speeding toward him.

The light was not aggressive; it stopped in front of him. It was a huge bronze gong, which flew straight to his feet. Then, a tremendous force continuously pressed against him, as if preventing him from landing and lifting him into the air.

"Another test?"

He raised an eyebrow.

Just as he was about to reach the Great Confucian Hall, a bronze gong suddenly appeared, trying to push him back—clearly a test for him.

Since he was already here, what was a test?

Shaking his head, he stopped overthinking. Zhang Xuan stomped his foot, and the power within him surged down through his sole.

Whoosh!

The bronze gong could no longer bear it and shot straight downward.

With a slight smile, Zhang Xuan followed closely, flying down.

...

At the entrance of the Great Confucian Hall stood a row of middle-aged people, both men and women, all wearing clothes similar to Nangong Yuanfeng's.

One look and you could tell they were Great Confucians here.

"It takes at least a day for them to finish the assessment and get here. Are we being too impatient by coming so early?"

A middle-aged woman walked over with a smile.

"We're impatient, but you're not much better... If you weren't in a hurry, why come at this time?"

Hearing her tone, a middle-aged man raised an eyelid and said.

"I just wanted to see if there would be any geniuses this time..." Snorting lightly, the middle-aged woman stopped talking to him and turned her head: "Mi Xuan, why did you bring that bronze gong here?"

Everyone looked and indeed saw a middle-aged man striding over, with a huge bronze gong spinning above his head, blocking the sunlight.

This bronze gong was a treasure that Mi Xuan had just refined. Why didn't he study it at home and instead bring it here?

"Haha, you all should know that my bloodline talent is strength! This thing is specially made by me to assess newcomers!"

Mi Xuan laughed heartily.

"Assess newcomers?"

The middle-aged woman sneered: "This thing is extremely heavy. Could it be that you want to use it to smash the newcomers to death?"

"Of course not!"

Mi Xuan grinned: "But I will have this bronze gong push the newcomers back. As long as he can hold on to my gong for ten breaths, he can become my disciple and inherit my legacy..."

"Hold on for ten breaths? Are you awake?"

Hearing his words, everyone gasped.

This guy was immensely strong, and the bronze gong was even more powerful. Combined, even they might not be able to withstand it, let alone someone at the Ninth Layer Saint Realm.

Buzz!

Before he finished speaking, a sudden roar came from the sky, and light blazed brightly.

"Someone has broken the seal and is coming. Why so fast today?"

Everyone was stunned.

They had thought they would have to wait a day, but unexpectedly, someone arrived in the blink of an eye.

"Breaking the seal so quickly means his strength is definitely not weak. Perfect for testing the power of my bronze gong..."

With a light laugh, Mi Xuan flicked his wrist, and the huge bronze gong above everyone's heads flew toward the entrance in the sky, covering the sun in an instant.

Boom!

Before it even reached the sky, an even louder roar sounded, and the gong flew back.

Unexpectedly, the bronze gong flew back before it could block the entrance. His hair standing on end, Mi Xuan hurriedly channeled his power to resist the descent, only then realizing that above the bronze gong, it felt like a world was pressing down, something he could not withstand.

"Help!"

His body plummeted rapidly, and unable to hold on any longer, he hurriedly shouted.

Everyone's faces changed simultaneously, and they rushed into the sky to meet it.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Upon contact with the bronze gong, everyone spat blood, crushed by an irresistible force.

Thud! Thud!

A group of Great Confucians fell to the ground like dumplings.

Boom!

The bronze gong landed on the ground, covering everyone and pressing them into the earth, their traces invisible.

Whoosh!

Just as this group was smashed into the ground, a figure appeared above the bronze gong.

Looking around, he frowned.

"Wasn't it said that many Great Confucian teachers would welcome me? Why can't I see a single one..."

Shaking his head with a helpless expression, Zhang Xuan continued flying forward.