What is called a stunning and decisive figure!
In front of Ding Fan, who can dare to call themselves a genius!
At this mont, Ling Fen in the corner saw this scene, his face looked like a frosted eggplant, full of dejection. No matter how much he didn't want to admit it, it seed aningless now. He felt that he wasn't even on the sa level as Ding Fan.
"Why haven't I heard of such a powerful young man before?"
Ling Fen, shocked, questioned the cultivators around him with doubt.
At this mont, a middle-aged man beside Ling Fen shook his head, looking bewildered:
"We really haven't heard of him, young master."
"Go investigate his background, it could be beneficial to associate with him when we enter the sect," Ling Fen said solemnly.
The middle-aged man studied his young master's expression with astonishnt. There was never a ti when he had heard his young master say such things. The young master was a genius of the Ling Family, rare in a hundred years, never losing a competition to anyone. Even if he lost, he would set a ti for a rematch, and nine tis out of ten, he would win back his honor.
When did the middle-aged man ever hear the young master want to associate with soone?
This was practically unheard of!
The middle-aged man's gaze was drawn to Ding Fan who continued to beat the drum on the Snow Spirit Altar, his heart filled with shock. This person could make the young master admit defeat; he certainly wasn't an ordinary person.
"Yes."
The middle-aged man agreed imdiately.
...
At this mont, ng Zihao, standing in the Dayang Sect disciple area, watched Ding Fan ahead. Each booming drumbeat was like a heavy hamr striking his chest, making him feel miserable. ng Zihao's eyes already harbored a trace of malice.
Especially when he saw Lianzi in the crowd looking at Ding Fan with admiration, the flas of jealousy inside him surged higher.
The hypocritical youth beside him saw his brother's gloomy expression, and offered a cruel comfort:
"Don't be angry, cousin. Since this brat is being so arrogant now, let's make him suffer later."
Upon hearing his cousin's words, ng Zihao looked at him in confusion and asked:
"What good plan do you have, cousin?"
The sowhat hypocritical youth heard his words and revealed an evil charm at the corner of his mouth before saying:
"Even if he's an outstanding genius, once he finishes drumming, he will undoubtedly be extrely weak. And he's already drumd more than ten tis; he must be exhausted. Then I'll send soone... to ensure he ets his end! Haha."
Upon hearing his cousin's words, ng Zihao's face lit up with a sinister brilliance, and he laughed:
"Cousin, you are the real genius!"
Consequently, the two of them smiled wickedly...
...
At this point, Ding Fan had already struck the drum thirteen tis. For him, there was no difficulty at all. He barely used a bit of strength.
Ding Fan didn't know how many strikes it would take to pass the assessnt. Amid the uproar below, he couldn't make out any particular details.
He decided not to worry about it: the more strikes, the higher the chances of passing. So, he swung his arm and continued hitting the stone drum with the stone hamr.
Boom!
The fourteenth strike!
The crowd below was already in a fervor. Ding Fan not only surpassed the highest record in history, but showed no sign of stopping.
So cultivators with decent cultivation even noticed a rhythm to the thunderous drum beats.
How incredible!
Even producing rhythm on this stone drum—how could just anyone achieve that!
"Oh my, this rhythm! It seems he has long before reaching his limit!"
"Is this even human? So young and his True Qi is so solid—it's unbelievable!"
"I wonder where his limits are. Witnessing this historical mont sure feels fortunate!"
"Indeed, this trip was utterly worth it!"
"Brother Fan is mighty!"
"Brother Fan is mighty!"
"..."
For a mont, the cheering below reached a new height. No longer worrying about anything else, everyone eagerly anticipated how high a new record Ding Fan could set!
These monts of witnessing a miracle made many hearts surge with excitent.
Boom!
The fifteenth strike!
"Go Ding Fan!"
"Brother Fan is mighty!"
"..."
Boom!
The sixteenth strike!
At this mont, the three elders of the Dayang Sect above the Snow Spirit Altar were completely speechless and stared at Ding Fan in astonishnt, as each resounding drumbeat exceeded their expectations. How could they not be excited by such a genius!
Boom!
The seventeenth strike!
At this mont, the cheers seed to reach an absolute peak, as they couldn't believe that soone could actually strike a seventeenth note.
"How many more can he strike!"
"Who knows, even the top disciples of the Great Gate Sect probably couldn't strike this many!"
"You know, that's a Stone Drum right there, surrounded by controlling formations!"
"I am truly lucky to witness such a miraculous mont..."
At this mont, Lianzi and others were watching Ding Fan above, feeling even their breathing becoming rapid.
How is this possible, it's already the seventeenth strike!
At this point, Ding Fan was not paying attention to the reactions below but continued to channel True Qi to strike the Stone Drum. He wasn't thinking about breaking records at all, as she didn't even know about it.
Ding Fan was unaware that the people below were extrely excited. For him, it was enough to pass, but the examination rules didn't specify a fixed number of strikes for passing; instead, it depended on the examinee's performance. So Ding Fan thought he might as well strike a few more tis.
Boom!
The eighteenth strike.
At this mont, the people below were already sowhat dumbfounded, and the sounds of surprised discussions had diminished significantly. Everyone's eyes were wide open, unable to take their gaze off Ding Fan.
At this mont, in a spacious and exquisitely decorated eting hall far in the Xueling Mountain Range, more than ten elders were closely staring at the wall's observation formation. The formation displayed the scene of Ding Fan continuously striking the Stone Drum. When they heard the eighteenth strike just now, they were all shocked and found it hard to believe that soone so young could strike eighteen tis!
This is a bit too incredible!
At the head of the conference table, a sowhat young-looking middle-aged man, gazing at the observation formation, imdiately said with a serious face:
"What do you all think of this young man?"
Upon hearing the leading middle-aged man's words, everyone took a deep breath, as Ding Fan's surprise was trendous. Then, an elderly man with graying hair spoke:
"Sect Master, this young man is definitely a genius encountered once in a century!"
"Yes, I think there's no need for this young man to continue with the next project assessnt; just directly enroll him into the inner academy."
"Indeed, this kind of genius, if well nurtured, will surely beco incredible in the future!"
"..."
At this mont, the entire eting was overwhelmingly optimistic about Ding Fan. They never expected that such a prodigy would appear during this year's disciple recruitnt.
The leading middle-aged man listened to the comnts with only a slight smile, but unlike those around him, he did not appear pleased, rather seed preoccupied with thoughts.
Then the middle-aged man spoke:
"Alright, just let this young man directly enter the inner academy. No need to participate in the remaining assessnts. But, everyone, I have sothing else that I'd like you all to take a look at."
After the leading middle-aged man spoke, he flicked his fingers, and the observation formation instantly changed to another scene. The new scene was the recruitnt venue's Dayang Sect disciples' area, where a teenage boy in ordinary attire stood out among a crowd of white-clothed disciples. This young man, unaware of the situation, was ng Zihao.
Seeing this scene, people's faces beca strange, and a middle-aged man dressed in a black robe imdiately turned pale. The expression showed signs of panic, and his gaze kept cautiously shifting to the leading middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man spoke:
"Soone tell why a young man with such low cultivation and talent is appearing in our disciple area. Is this young man pre-selected as well?"
The leading middle-aged man evidently asked the crowd with unpleasantness in his tone.
The crowd lowered their heads, occasionally peeking at the black-clad middle-aged man. Then the black-clad man respectfully stood up and said to the leading middle-aged man:
"Sect Master, it's my mistake. This is my nephew, although his talent is sowhat lacking, I wanted him to undergo so training within the sect. It's not intended for him to stay in the sect forever. I hope the Sect Master will allow this."
The black-clad man spoke respectfully with his head down.
The leading man slightly relaxed his brow and then waved his hand to the black-clad man, saying:
"Elder Feng, sit down. Your nephew can certainly co, since you are also the Great Elder of our Dayang Sect."
For an internal disciple, the Sect Master naturally needed to show respect to the elders.
"Thank you, Sect Master,"
The black-clad man said respectfully.
The leading man nodded and said no more.
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