Head Hanging Beam, Cone Piercing Thigh!

The many cultivators each chose a prayer mat and sat down cross-legged.

The old Confucian, Song Taosheng, first taught everyone the methods of Head Hanging Beam and Cone Piercing Thigh.

Both spells required corresponding magical implements: hemp rope for the former, a wooden cone for the latter.

Kong Ran's face grew increasingly pale. He looked around from side to side, unable to sit still.

From the bottom of his heart, he hoped someone would take the initiative to leave. Instead, to his disappointment, the other cultivators either looked grim or expressionless. None showed any intention of departing.

Song Taosheng said slowly, "Choose your own texts and employ these two methods to aid your studies. This Confucian Temple has long been arranged against cheating. Any who cheat shall be severely punished without mercy!"

The warning made everyone's hearts turn solemn.

Next, Song Taosheng was quite decisive and directly announced the start of this Xingyun Minor Trial.

Ning Zhuo did not rush to act. Instead, he fell into rapid contemplation.

He felt somewhat troubled. I certainly have books, but... what should I choose to study?

Something I have already learned and know by heart?

Or a text I only half understand, one I have not fully mastered?

Or should I choose something completely unfamiliar?

Ning Zhuo was not the only one troubled. The other Confucian cultivators were as well.

The main reason was that the selection criteria for this Xingyun Minor Trial had not been announced. Since no one knew them, no one could judge what to do.

Thus, in the next moment, Bai Jiyun rose voluntarily and saluted Song Taosheng as he asked.

Song Taosheng shook his head expressionlessly. "This, too, is one of the tests in this minor trial. Most of you are Confucian cultivators. Let me ask you: if