Chapter 122 - 62: Scripture Profound Daoist, Class Change Prelude

Chapter 122: Chapter 62: Scripture Profound Daoist, Class Change Prelude

As Song Zhou announced the rewards one by one, the solemnity and displeasure in the eyes of Qin Feng, Xie Hanyan, and Fang Xiao gradually gave way to shock and fervor.

Treasure Level Treasures, a Top Grade Magical Artifact Embryo—even heavenly prodigies from powerful families, like Qin Feng and Xie Hanyan, would have to pay a steep price and prove their worth to their families to acquire such things.

Now, all they had to do was achieve a high rank in the joint exam to get them for free. How could the three of them not be thrilled?

However, amidst their joy, the three also noticed something was off. A Top Grade Magical Artifact was the primary weapon of a Dao Foundation Stage Cultivator, and a finished one was worth several thousand, or even nearly ten thousand, Low Grade Spirit Stones. Even an Artifact Embryo was worth around a thousand, which was already quite precious.

Yet, compared to a Treasure Level Treasure, even such a precious Artifact Embryo was leagues apart. The disparity was staggering.

This huge disparity in the rewards made Qin Feng let out a cold laugh.

"Heh, the Chen Family is playing its cards well. Making the rewards so lopsided... they must be certain their own disciple will take first place. They’re far too arrogant!"

After he spoke, Xie Hanyan said nothing, but the aura around her grew even sharper.

Seeing this, Song Zhou nodded in satisfaction.

"Now this is the spirit the prodigies of my Chen Daoist School should have. The Chen Family may be confident of victory, but it’s not impossible for you to shatter their arrogance."

"Also, I can guarantee one thing: if you win, that Treasure Level Treasure will, without a doubt, be yours."

"Even if you can’t take first, the rewards for the top ten are more valuable than usual. So, I expect you to give it your all. Winning first place would be best, of course. I’d love to see an Upper Vein prodigy emerge from my ranks..."

Song Zhou’s words of encouragement completely ignited the trio’s fighting spirit.

Meanwhile, as the small group conversed in a quiet corner, the commotion in the classroom showed no signs of stopping.

After learning the rules could not be changed, some students fell into utter dejection, slumping in their seats. Others, unwilling to give up, whispered amongst themselves about going to the Law Enforcement Hall to file a complaint in an attempt to salvage the situation.

Yet another group quickly recovered from their shock and indignation. They began to ponder how they could rapidly improve their strength within six days to secure a spot for themselves in the joint exam.

Dong Hao was one of those who quickly rallied their spirits.

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed his anxiety and gave a deep bow toward Jiang Xuan and the others. "Everyone, whether or not I can secure a Grade A spot in the three-school joint exam six days from now is all up to you."

Hearing this, Nan Zhi and the others immediately stood up and earnestly pledged, "Rest assured, Young Master. In six days, we will do everything in our power to help you achieve your goal!"

"I will too," said Mu Yuan.

"Young Master, there’s no need to worry," said Wu Chen. "With our full support, you will surely win."

The assurances from his followers put Dong Hao’s mind at ease, but only slightly. He knew in his heart that the one who would play the truly decisive role was Jiang Xuan. Thus, his gaze remained fixed on him, his eyes filled with a mixture of hope and unease.

Jiang Xuan naturally understood Dong Hao’s thoughts. He recalled the more than eight hundred Daoist Scriptures and Collections Dong Hao had just given him, as well as all his previous help. Jiang Xuan nodded slowly. "Don’t worry, Brother Dong. I’ll lend you a hand."

Dong Hao let out a sigh of relief. Jiang Xuan’s promise had finally set his mind at ease.

Then, looking at the people gathered around him, a flicker of confidence flashed in Dong Hao’s eyes, and his presence grew more spirited.

"The top eighteen from three Daoist Schools, is it? I might just have a shot at that. And if I can secure that rank, both my cultivation resources and my standing in the family will reach a whole new level!"

At this moment, Dong Hao’s dissatisfaction with Song Zhou’s rule change had vanished completely. In its place was a renewed fighting spirit and anticipation for the future.

But in contrast to Dong Hao’s growing composure, Su Linyin was on pins and needles.

She was eighty percent confident she could place in the top ten of her class. But to break into the top eighteen across all three Daoist Schools? Her confidence plummeted to less than thirty percent.

’This won’t do. I absolutely cannot delay recruiting Jiang Xuan any longer.’

Despite this thought, she didn’t approach Jiang Xuan right away. Instead, she decided to go home and ask for her mother’s opinion—she lacked both the confidence and the resources to win him over by herself.

While everyone in the Daoist School was lost in their own thoughts and busy with preparations, Jiang Xuan remained calm and unfazed.

Compared to the three-school joint exam in six days, he was far more focused on his duel with Su Xingying in three days’ time. It wasn’t just a contest of strength; it was a crucial opportunity to acquire more resources and accelerate the construction of his Scripture Pavilion.

Of course, that didn’t mean Jiang Xuan was taking the joint exam in six days lightly.

’Outside the Mirage Mirror: Three Thousand Realms, I only have one life. This means I can’t use the reversal effect of the Innate Qi Sword to remove my body’s limitations.’

’In that case, my strength will be cut by more than half... I really need to work on my cultivation.’

As this thought crossed his mind, Jiang Xuan’s leisurely mood vanished. He stood up, gave a quick farewell to Dong Hao, and hurried back to his courtyard in Four Seasons Valley, carrying the Daoist Scriptures and Daoist Collections he had just received.

WHOOSH—!

After returning to his courtyard, Jiang Xuan went straight into the Scripture Pavilion. He took the books from his Storage Pouch one by one and arranged them neatly on the shelves.