Chapter 40

Jiang Mu Ming returned his sword to its sheath and spoke softly.

But such a simple sentence.

Still, it caused an uproar below the platform. The poem was indeed excellent, but the problem was, what could anyone comprehend from it in just one hour?

"Second Mister, surely you must be joking! This poem is just a poem!"

"That's right, Second Mister. How could one hour possibly be enough?"

"Second Mister, don't try to fool us. How are we supposed to know whether someone has truly comprehended something or is only pretending?"

Below the platform, everyone voiced their dissatisfaction.

After all, comprehension was something far too intangible.

It could neither be seen nor touched!

"Shut up, all of you!"

Young Master Liu Yue slapped the armrest, and a powerful gust of wind arose.

A glimpse of his peerless features showed beneath the bamboo hat.

He spoke, "This is the Academy Grand Examination. It isn't your place to question it!"

"We will determine who has truly comprehended something and who is only pretending!"

"There is absolutely no room for fraud!"

Jiang Mu Ming turned and sat down.

He took a sip of tea.

Then he slowly said, "I know exactly what is and isn't in this poem."

"Don't even think about trying any little tricks."

This poem was not truly an ordinary poem. Rather, it contained the Martial Intent Jiang Mu Ming had comprehended from numerous martial arts.

As long as the examinees possessed sufficient comprehension.

They would certainly be able to comprehend their own Martial Intent from it!

Those who succeeded would surely advance greatly in strength given enough time!

However, this poem had not completely fused Jiang Mu Ming's Martial Intent into one, nor had it evolved into an intent uniquely his own.

Still, it was more than enough to deal with this examination.

"Come on, hurry up."

Lei Mengsha shrugged and said indifferently, "You should know that the clock has already started, right?"

"Oh, that's right. Time spent going to the toilet counts too!"

Everyone immediately grew even more flustered.

Quite a few became as frantic as headless flies. No matter how exquisite the poem on the wall was or how beautiful its characters looked, it certainly didn't appear to conceal any martial arts manual.

Was this really not nonsense meant to deceive them?

Could someone truly comprehend something from it?!

But at that moment.

Someone had already stepped out from the crowd.

He leaped into the air.

Then landed on Qianjin Platform.

"I am Ye Dingzhi. After observing the poem written by Second Mister just now, I gained some insight!"

"Please allow Second Mister to take a look!"

Having said that.

Ye Dingzhi drew his sword, his sword moves fierce and razor-sharp!

Every move sought to take a life.

Black demonic energy and crimson killing intent intertwined across the blade, multiplying its might.

Clearly, this was a sword of the demonic path—and a sword meant for killing!

Ye Dingzhi had studied under Southern Jue's First Sword Immortal, Yu Sheng Mo, so naturally he cultivated Demonic Sword Intent.

And this crimson killing intent.

Had come precisely from the poem Jiang Mu Ming had written.

A young man must not be slighted.

Whoever insulted him must die!

This was the path Ye Dingzhi had comprehended from Jiang Mu Ming's poem!

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"Not bad."

Jiang Mu Ming nodded in satisfaction.

Ye Dingzhi had indeed comprehended something uniquely his own from the poem.

This Life-Slaying Sword Intent, combined with his Demonic Sword Intent—

Once he fully comprehended it, it would surely multiply Ye Dingzhi's strength!

[ Ding! Having imparted Life-Slaying Sword Intent to Ye Dingzhi, reward: Thirteen Sword Strikes of Life-Taking! ]

Thirteen Sword Strikes of Life-Taking by Yan Shisan?

Every strike of this sword art took a life. It was one of the finest killing sword techniques under heaven.

And it did not end with the first thirteen strikes.

As long as one mastered the first thirteen strikes, one could comprehend the Fourteenth Sword Strike, capable of shaking heaven and making ghosts and gods weep!

Above that.

There was also the Fifteenth Sword Strike, representing endless destruction and slaughter!

Jiang Mu Ming was quite pleased. It seemed that he would gain quite a lot from today's Academy Grand Examination.

"Ye Dingzhi, you pass!"

Everyone below the platform was shocked.

Someone had truly passed—and at such speed.

How much time had passed since the Academy Second Master wielded his sword and wrote the poem?

Could this Ye Dingzhi be that once-in-a-thousand-years genius?

Everyone could not help growing anxious.

An hour was neither long nor short, but comprehending something from a poem...