Test start

In the dimness, Baili Jia Jue strolled leisurely, emanating an air of tranquility intertwined with a dangerous aura.

Amidst the jungle, there arose a crackling sound as if someone or something trailed behind him.

Baili Jia Jue halted his steps, his voice cold: "Reveal yourself." The

small bald figure froze, clutching a bag of meat with a tiger pattern. He straightened his shoulders and transformed into a human form, displaying a distinctive arrogance on his little face. He spoke, "Brother." Baili

Jia Jue let out a faint snort.

It turned out that this small bald figure was none other than the Seventh Prince, Baili Jia Jue's biological brother. They both shared the same mother and father, originating from a distant land.

The little mischief scratched his ear adorably and asked, "Brother, why don't you go to Youyuan? Grandpa Huang keeps asking me about you."

"You woke up too early." Baili Jia Jue lazily raised his eyelids, glanced at his brother's scruffy arms without moving, and raised an eyebrow slightly. He inquired, "What trouble did you cause?" The little one named

Empty Dust looked down at the tiny gravity buckles, hastily concealing them. He said, "I ended up beating the elders at Youyuan. Those old men gathered together and spent their days gossiping, claiming that you weren't worthy of studying martial arts!"

"They don't know me." Baili Jia Jue broke the silence with a nonchalant remark.

With a click, the gravity buckles slipped from the small one's hands, falling to the ground.

"Hmm." The little bald figure displayed a fierce expression before pouting with a hint of grievance. He continued, "But the master said it was wrong to rely solely on brute force, so he punished me by forbidding meat for a week." The shadow

interjected with exasperation, thinking, 'Why are you holding that in your hands? Just because you're the Seventh Prince doesn't mean you can lie, huh!'

"Shadow." Baili Jia Jue's expression remained unchanged upon hearing this. He retrieved the gravity buckles and calmly placed them on his wrist. He spoke unhurriedly, "Go and fetch some beef jerky."

"Yes!" The shadow swiftly vanished and returned after a while, carrying a paper-wrapped package of oil-infused beef jerky.

Xiao Kongchen received it, his tiger-like eyes lighting up. He took a couple of bites, chewing the beef in his mouth, while still conveying a message, "Brother, you should hurry to Youyuan. There are several ministers' sons there who are unaware of your identity. They have been itching for a fight and sought me out, encouraging me to challenge you. Hmph, they're just fools!"

"I'll return once I'm done." Baili Jia Jue's tone remained flat.

Xiao Kongchen's disappointment was evident in his lowered gaze, but after a moment, he raised his head again and spoke, "Brother, I accompanied the master to the palace yesterday."

"Hmm?" Baili Jia Jue adjusted his non-existent clothes, waiting for him to continue.

Xiao Kongchen's voice turned eager, "Are you really planning to select the imperial princess?" Baili

Jia Jue paused, his finger hovering in mid-air. He replied, "No."

"But the emperor's grandfather mentioned that this martial qi test is meant for you to choose an imperial princess. Your father and the emperor have already given their approval." Xiao Kongchen's cheeks puffed up, his large eyes brimming with excitement. He added, "Brother, make sure to choose something delicious to cook, or else you'll starve!" The shadow

thought to itself, 'Seventh Prince, do you believe everyone is as obsessed with food as you are?'

Baili Jia Jue removed his coat and draped it over the mischievous figure before stating, "I know, go back."

"Brother, everyone is saying that you sold yourself to a woman. They claim that the woman doesn't like you, but rather Murong Shizi. Is that true?"

The shadow let out an involuntary snort. Oh, Seventh Prince, why did you have to ask that specific question?

Baili Jia Jue paused, his hand slipping into his pocket. As he glanced down, he would see his firm and flawless skin, captivating and perfect.

"Helian Weiwei..." With a low chuckle, he uttered those four words, his tongue tracing his thin lips. A bloodthirsty smile crept onto the corner of his mouth. The north wind howled, causing his fluttering cape to reveal his strikingly handsome face, exuding an icy indifference that sent shivers down one's spine, devoid of any warmth...

The following day, a gentle breeze blew through the clear sky.

If there was one thing most intriguing about the entrance test, it was the tournament.

Rumor had it that the tournament was presided over by the esteemed Supreme Master himself, with Murong Changfeng, the genius of Youyuan, serving as the judge. The top three warriors in the tournament would earn the opportunity to transfer from other courtyards to Youyuan. Those who failed would be eliminated.

Thus, the residents of the Liang and Hao courtyards mustered their strength, aiming to gain entry into the most powerful and prestigious courtyard in the entire realm.

"Look, those two individuals from the Mission Courtyard have arrived!"

The onlookers couldn't contain their laughter, their faces covered to conceal their amusement. Helian Mei sneered, "As for that prince, I fail to comprehend what amusement that waste finds in participating."

"Third sister, how many times must I remind you? She is still our eldest sister after all." Helian Jiao'er always presented herself as a brother when in public.

The crowd regarded her as kind-hearted, growing fonder of her by the day. "Second Miss, it's pointless for you to defend that waste. We've all heard the stories—she bullied you before!"

"Yes, second sister, observe her arrogant demeanor. Perhaps she hopes for another miracle, like last time when she couldn't even light up the crystal ball. Isn't that laughable? Hahaha!" Helian Mei laughed, her mocking tone palpable.

Helian Jiao'er glared at her with feigned anger, and when she turned her gaze toward Helian Weiwei, a hint of sympathy surfaced. She said, "Big sister, just do your best. After all, you possess no trace of martial energy. Even if the outcome isn't ideal, try to remain composed."

On the surface, Helian Weiwei might appreciate these words, but deep down, each sentence served as a reminder of the disgrace she had experienced.

Everyone present knew of her humiliating performance in the previous martial arts test. She had awkwardly touched the crystal ball, even sweating and trembling in her futile attempts. She exerted so much effort, and yet, only a minuscule amount of energy flickered within the crystal ball, barely noteworthy. To make matters worse, she had to be paired with Murong Changfeng during the group stage, while others merely raised their fists and shocked the crowd. In summary, Helian Weiwei's status as a waste had become a laughingstock.

If this humiliation had ended there, others might have let it slide. However, she lacked even the slightest self-awareness and paraded herself in front of everyone. This time, in her quest to capture Murong Changfeng's attention, she had dared to participate in the martial arts test, ignorant of her own limitations. It was truly exhausting, and she displayed a lack of etiquette!

In this test, it was evident to everyone that Helian Weiwei would unquestionably claim the last place—the position reserved for the waste!