When the author's name, "Xu Yi," appeared at the end of all nine papers, all four men turned to stone. Their consciousness remained immersed in the Card's space, but they no longer reacted. They could only watch helplessly as one A after another flashed into view, leaping up like fish from a sultry lake, one after the other.
In the blink of an eye, all nine papers had garnered at least five A's. With that, the ten papers rated A-grade or higher were complete.
Time trickled by. After a full half-incense stick had burned, Elder Du's sigh finally broke the silence.
"A freak has descended from the heavens. What can we do about it? Let me offer one piece of advice: there's no point in entertaining any other thoughts. A freak like this is bound to go further than becoming a third-generation inner disciple."
With that, Elder Du walked straight out.
Elder Hong and Elder Wu exchanged a glance, then followed him out, leaving only Elder Guo standing where he was, unable to move for a long, long time.
"You freak, you absolute freak! Where did you get all that mathematical knowledge? I've seen countless geniuses, but never anyone as bizarre as you."
Qian Feng stared at Xu Yi, his gaze so sharp it was as if he wanted to pry open Xu Yi's skull and peer inside to see how he was made and what on earth he had in there.
He had seen it with his own eyes. After handing Xu Yi the Card and explaining how to use it, he'd been asked a few questions about directions for research into the papers. Xu Yi had then mentioned some term called "curvature." When Qian Feng couldn't answer, Xu Yi had begun this mad performance.
He had personally