Chapter 42: The Forty-Second Day of Slacking Off
The disciple felt like he was flying.
He soared high, yet his mind was remarkably clear.
In that moment, he finally understood everything.
How could a slip become a stick out of nowhere?
And how could the softening powder fail without reason?
The only possibility was…
It was the Exam God. It must have been the Exam God, spoken of by the disciples, punishing him.
Before, the disciple had always scoffed at the disciples’ rumors about gods.
But now, he had to believe.
He had done wrong, and this was divine punishment.
He shouldn’t have had those crooked thoughts. From the very beginning, he shouldn’t have…
The disciple was eventually carried off the stage.
By the time he was carried away, he was already delirious, only muttering things like “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” “This is the Exam God’s punishment,” and other nonsensical phrases.
“Yikes—it really was the Exam God’s punishment!”
Hearing the disciple’s mutterings, the disciple who had been gossiping earlier gasped.
“What’s wrong, what’s wrong?” The surrounding disciples immediately crowded around.
“I didn’t finish telling you what happened last night. It was the one who snuck into the forbidden area to worship the Exam God.”
“Mm-hmm! What happened later?”
“Actually… to win today’s competition, she originally planned to secretly take a Power Pill, but because she was so eager to win, she went to the forbidden area at night to worship the Exam God… and the Exam God’s punishment came!”
“What kind of punishment?”
“I heard, she, she encountered a ghost! I heard that the ghost had two blood-red eyes floating in mid-air, no body, but a thin, long neck above the eyes, with eight heads, each of different sizes! Imagine, at night, encountering a ghost… she was so scared she wet her pants, and barely made it out of the forbidden area before fainting…”
“Yikes—”
The disciples all gasped.
Hearing the disciple finally reveal what happened to the disciple who entered the forbidden area, Wen Ying couldn’t help but sneer in boredom.
That’s it?
The forbidden area was full of ferocious beasts; encountering one would be normal. It was probably just too dark at night, and she saw wrong.
Although… she hadn’t seen a beast with no body and eight heads…
The subsequent matches proceeded in an orderly manner.
Undoubtedly, geniuses like Feng Sixuan, Long Mu-sheng, Fu Shuangxue, and Murong Mo all won in the first round.
Wen Ying had to admit that watching these kinds of variety shows with a mix of acrobatics and competitive talent shows was far better than reading those dog-blood unfinished novels.
Especially when the genius protagonists competed, aside from Wen Meng’s outlandish performance, the other exchanges of moves were indeed quite watchable.
Thinking about it, in the more than fifty previous reincarnations, Wen Ying had been busy completing tasks and hadn’t even watched the matches closely, except for her own, which was truly the height of stupidity.
Life should be about calming down and enjoying things slowly…
Even slacking off can be enjoyable!
As the afternoon sun gradually passed, the matches were nearing their end.
“Next, please have the last group of disciples, number seventy, come to the stage—” Xu Mofeng’s amiable smile was slightly stiff from smiling for too long.
However…
After Xu Mofeng finished speaking, no one responded.
Wen Ying stretched her stiff limbs, feeling it was about time to pick up Xiao Hei and go to the dining hall to teach Wang Gou’dan how to cook.
Her slip had become that green stick, so she naturally lost her eligibility to compete. She had lost, naturally.
This outcome wasn’t bad either. She didn’t even have to rig the match.
Seeing no response, Xu Mofeng frowned slightly, “Which two disciples haven’t competed yet?”
As soon as Xu Mofeng asked, everyone’s gaze was fixated on one person—
Wen Ying, who was about to leave the scene.
In everyone’s eyes, there was certainty and confirmation.
Wen Ying had definitely not been on stage!
Wen Ying: “…”
Being a second female lead in fifty-two stories sometimes meant that being too famous wasn’t a good thing…
“Senior Sister Wen, you haven’t competed yet!”
Lu Xiaojie’s anxious voice rang out from the crowd, and Wen Ying could no longer continue walking.
Lu Xiaojie was naturally well-intentioned.
Who could imagine that a disciple as slack as Wen Ying would not only have no desire to win, but even want to lose early?
“So it’s you, Young Miss Wen,” Xu Mofeng finally relaxed his brow, smiling and stroking his beard, “Please come up, please come up.”
Given Xu Mofeng’s past conflicts with her, how could he be so polite to her?
Wen Ying hadn’t forgotten Xu Mofeng’s gnashing teeth when he had asked her to return.
It probably had something to do with his conspiracy with the donkey that day…
However, Wen Ying still had no interest in winning.
She had won more than forty times, and she even had a whole cabinet of the winner’s prizes from the Trial of Immortals in her spatial pocket.
So, Wen Ying walked to the front of the stage, took out the green stick from her sleeve, and said to Xu Mofeng, “My slip accidentally turned into this. According to what you said earlier, I should have lost my eligibility to compete, right?”
The crowd looked at the stick in Wen Ying’s hand, all quite astonished.
Accidentally? How could one accidentally turn a slip into this?
Even Xu Mofeng was silent for a moment when he saw the stick.
Seeing that Xu Mofeng didn’t respond, Wen Ying turned to leave.
“Young Miss Wen, wait a moment,” at that moment, Xu Mofeng stopped Wen Ying, “I only said that losing the slip would result in disqualification. But your slip wasn’t lost. I can identify this as slip number seventy.”
Wen Ying looked at the lush stick in her hand, then at Xu Mofeng.
The number on the slip was barely visible, and now, covered by green leaves, it was impossible to identify.
This was blatant lying.
However, no one among the disciples present refuted this obvious lie.
All the disciples, whether well-intentioned like Lu Xiaojie or eager to watch the show like the others, didn’t want Wen Ying to leave.
Fine.
Since things had come to this, Wen Ying had become somewhat interested.
She vaguely remembered that her original opponent was supposed to be a very proactive disciple, so why hadn’t they appeared yet?
Wen Ying deliberately wanted to lose, firstly because she was bored, and secondly, naturally, she also wanted to unlock new maps, people, or things.
For disciples who lost the competition, the Trial of Immortals’ ring matches would end there. But the sect would give them new tasks.
Xu Mofeng, seeing Wen Ying finally on stage, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He then turned to the crowd, somewhat troubled, and continued, “Besides Young Miss Wen, there should be another disciple…”
“It’s me, it’s me!” The disciple finally arrived late.
Wen Ying had seen that familiar face more than fifty times and wouldn’t mistake it. It was indeed disciple number seventy.
But in Wen Ying’s memory, she should have been spirited, with rosy and radiant complexion, why did she look so pale and listless today?
This tardiness wasn’t her style either.
After checking the disciple’s slip, Xu Mofeng stepped down from the stage, signaling the two to begin the match.
Wen Ying knew that the disciple’s first move would be to whip her with his whip. Wen Ying only needed to pretend to be hit by the whip and fall to the ground to successfully rig the match and leave.
However…
Wen Ying waited for a long time, but the disciple didn’t move.
This stalemate wasn’t a solution, so Wen Ying had to speak, “You…”
However, as soon as Wen Ying opened her mouth and spoke a single word, the disciple suddenly screamed.
“Aaah!!!”
After the scream, the disciple’s eyes rolled back, and he fell straight to the ground.
Wen Ying’s mouth hadn’t had time to close.
It was…so sudden.
There were always people better than you, even in rigging a match, one had to seize the opportunity to achieve a surprising victory.
She was still too naive.
Wen Ying nodded thoughtfully.
What the audience saw was this scene.
The two on stage were motionless for a long time, then Wen Ying opened her mouth, and the other person fell down.
This…
What a big, mouth?
Author’s Note:
This is a makeup chapter~