Myriad Phenomena Cradle

Liu Fushu caught sight of this and could not help secretly letting out a breath of relief. "Thank goodness, thank goodness! Bai Jiyun made the same mistake I did."

"Hold on. I still have a chance!"

After making mistake after mistake, Liu Fushu realized where the difficulty of this question lay.

He could only grit his teeth and slow himself to the absolute limit, writing each stroke at a crawl. Suppressing his instincts, he finally managed to advance steadily.

But this also left him far behind, without any ability to catch up quickly.

Liu Fushu was secretly anxious, yet when he saw Bai Jiyun suffer the same fate, the pressure on him immediately eased greatly.

He then felt ashamed. "If Brother Bai can win, I should be happy for him. He is my friend. I should not be taking pleasure in his misfortune. This is not what a gentleman should do!"

Bai Jiyun failed more than a dozen times in a row, and his entire face went pale!

He froze for several breaths, then exhaled a breath of stale air and simply put down his brush completely.

Furrowing his brows, he concentrated and sank into deep thought.

"So this is where the difficulty of this strange question lies!"

"But why would Mr. Chu Xuangui test us like this?"

"The deeper a cultivator's calligraphic foundation, the greater their weakness instead. This is a Xingyun Minor Trial of Confucianism, yet it favors cultivators with shallow calligraphic foundations. Is that fair?"

Bai Jiyun swept his gaze over the surrounding cultivators before it settled on Ning Zhuo.

In his eyes, no Literary Qi lingered around Ning Zhuo, so he should not have been a Confucian cultivator. Yet with his solid talisman-drawing strokes, he had steadily advanced and now held firm in second place.

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