Chapter Thirty: The Imperial Palace Examination

  "Long Jing Tian? I didn't expect him to actually dare to sign up?!"

  "He's just trying to save face."

  "Is it worth risking one's life for the sake of appearances? You're right, knowing one's own strength is not enough, yet still wanting to participate in the inner temple assessment, that's just asking for death! Every year during the inner temple assessment, more than half of the disciples fall!"

  The disciples standing around Gu Yan scolded and ridiculed him.

  At this time, Gu Yan walked towards Long Qingtian.

  "Long Jing Tian, I thought you didn't dare to come and participate in the inner temple assessment!" Gu Yan said as he arrived in front of Long Jing Tian.

  "Afraid? Why? Because of you?" Long Jing Tian glanced at his opponent and said indifferently.

  Gu Yan was taken aback, his face looking a bit unsightly.

  He was a proud son of heaven, and even some of the inner temple attendants had to be polite to him, but Long Jing Tian repeatedly slapped him in the face!

  "Older brother Gu Yan, this kid is too arrogant, let me teach him a lesson and show him how to be a human being!"

  "Not bad, beat this little brat until he eats shit!"

  The disciples around him shouted out.

  Gu Yan raised his hand to stop the disciples around him and coldly smiled at Long Jing Tian, "Looks like you're quite confident, hope you still have such confidence tomorrow!"

  Long Jing Tian said indifferently: "You don't have to worry about this." After finishing speaking, he went straight to the registration place in the main hall.

  Gu Yan looked at Long Jing Tian's figure and his face turned gloomy.

  Long Jing Tian arrived at the registration office of the Grand Hall.

  "Are you sure you want to sign up for tomorrow's Inner Temple assessment?" The Inner Temple clerk in charge of registration said, "You're a new student this year, I'm afraid you don't know the danger of the Inner Temple assessment. Every time there's an assessment, more than half of the participating disciples fall. If it's a new student participating, only one out of ten can survive!"

  "So, generally new births are cultivated for one or two years before participating in the inner temple assessment!"

  Newborn, only one in ten can survive? Long Jingtian's face remained calm as he said, "I'm sure to sign up."

  The inner temple attendant saw this and stopped persuading him. Instead, he registered Long Jing Tian's name and gave him a jade token, saying: "This is your proof of participation in the inner temple assessment. Just drip your blood into it and you're done. This inner temple assessment is not an arena match, but rather you will be sent to a desolate city to kill half-demons. For each half-demon you kill, you will receive one point!"

  Long Jing Tian took over the jade plate and asked: "What is considered passing the inner temple assessment?"

  "When the assessment in the inner temple ends, if your points are ranked among the top one hundred, then you can pass the assessment of the inner temple!" The inner temple attendant said.

  "The previous one hundred." Long Jing Tian nodded and then took the nine-tailed heavenly cat away from the grand hall.

  However, before leaving the Grand Hall, Long Jing Tian heard some of the disciples in the Grand Hall discussing.

  "I heard that Murong Qian, who was favored by the Supreme Elder, will also participate in this inner temple assessment!"

  "Unbelievable, she's already entered the Sacred Realm for cultivation, and yet she still wants to participate in this Inner Temple assessment?"

  "It was she who took the initiative to apply, and the elder may have agreed."

  "This time's Inner Temple assessment should be more brilliant than previous years. Murong Qian, Gu Yan, and Fu Chen, three of the most exceptional talents among this year's new students, are all participating. And among the older students from previous years, there are also many astonishingly talented individuals, some of whom have already reached the peak of the Seventh Rank of Grand Martial Artist!"

  "Is this the Seventh Summit of the Great Warrior?!"

  "Not bad, three years ago, an outer disciple who came in through assessment, there was one named Lou Qiang, heard that he had already reached the peak of Seventh Rank Grand Warrior! Just wanted to contend for the first place in the inner disciple assessment, so didn't participate for the past three years!"

  Long Jing Tian listened to these great hall disciples discussing, his heart moved, unexpectedly that Murong Qian also participated in this inner temple assessment.

  Long Jing Tian flew back to his own cultivation courtyard after leaving the grand hall of Zi Xiao Palace.

  Long Jing Tian's practice courtyard was not on Zi Xuan Peak, but rather on Qing Ling Peak, which was not far from Zi Xuan Peak.

  However, when Long Jing Tian returned to the front of his small courtyard, he suddenly narrowed his eyes and his face sank, because before he left, he had activated the defensive formation of the small courtyard, but now it was closed.

  At this moment, several people suddenly walked out of his courtyard, and to their surprise, they were the Iron Gang who had escaped from Long Qingtian's hands back then. The others were also wearing the uniform of Nei Ting disciples.

  Tie Gao saw Long Jing Tian, and for a moment he was stunned. Then his eyes turned cold and ruthless, with a murderous intent that seemed almost palpable.

  "Long Jing Tian!" He gritted his teeth, enunciating each word clearly.

  Long Jing Tian's face was indifferent: "You trespassed into my cultivation courtyard?"

  Tie Gao burst out laughing, his face twisted in a fierce grin: "Your little courtyard? Long Jing Tian, you slaughtered the disciples of the Martial God Temple, and they were law enforcement disciples at that! You won't be able to redeem yourself even if you die a hundred times. This is no longer your little courtyard, the Martial God Temple has already taken it back and given it to another outer temple disciple!"

  Tie pointed at a young black-haired man beside him.

  "This black-haired young man had a proud look on his face as he gazed at Long Jing Tian: 'You little brat, I'll take your courtyard for myself.'"

  Long Jing Tian sneered and said: "The Martial God Temple has taken back the small courtyard where I cultivate? Is it your personal decision, or the Martial God Temple's decision?"

  This is naturally not the decision of the Wu Shen Temple, it must be a private decision made by Tie Qianyuan himself.

  How could the higher-ups of the Wu Shen Temple possibly get involved in managing these trivial matters?

  "You little mongrel, no matter whose decision it was, now that you're back, you'll obediently follow us to the Law Enforcement Hall!" Iron High sneered coldly.

  At this time, a young man in yellow robes next to Tie Gao spoke up and said: "I advise you not to resist, otherwise, you will suffer!"

  Tie Gao said: "This is our Nei Dian Tian Di Bang ranking twelfth, Feng Long Shixiong, so you little bastard, don't think about escaping." Turning his head to the yellow-robed youth, he said: "Feng Long Shixiong, I'll trouble you to lend a hand later, this little bastard is a bit troublesome!"

  The young man in yellow robes said calmly: "This is natural, just a small outer disciple, can't even flip out of my palm!"

  But just as his voice fell, suddenly, Long Jing Tian's body moved.

  Long Qingtian suddenly appeared in front of Tie Gao, and with a fierce punch, the air around him exploded with a deafening crash.

  Tie Gao's face changed greatly, and he hastily cried out: "Feng Long Shixiong, save me!"

  The young man in yellow robe's face sank, and he shouted: "How dare you!" After finishing speaking, he also chopped a palm towards Long Qingtian.

  With this palm strike, the airflow in space seemed as fragile as paper, and was cut by his palm blade with a "whooshing" sound.

  However, Long Jing Tian did not retreat and instead countered with a punch, striking towards the yellow-robed youth, while his other fist continued to attack Tie Gao.

  "Bang!" "Bang!"

  Two loud noises rang out almost simultaneously, and then Tie Gao let out a miserable scream and flew backward, slamming into the ground like a dead dog. The young man in yellow, Feng Long, was also sent flying back by the Dragon Slaying Heaven Fist's power, retreating over ten meters.

  Suddenly changed before their eyes, leaving several others stunned for a moment.

  Long Tianyuan looked at Tie Gao, who had a bloody hole in his chest, and felt a chill run down his spine.

  At this time, Long Jing Tian turned his head around and looked at the yellow-robed youth who had been shaken back dozens of meters. He coldly smiled and said: "The 12th on the Heavenly Ranking List? Is this the strength of the 12th on the Heavenly Ranking List?"