Su Yuan had spent ten hours trying to figure out how to answer the three major questions, but he still hadn't come up with a single idea.
Even after secretly interrogating Su Youlin's soul over and over, the guy still couldn't give him a decent answer.
As for Zhu Qingqing and Feng Wuya, there was no need to mention them. Those two Old Men from a hundred thousand years ago couldn't keep up with the trends of the Immortal Official Grand Examination. They hadn't even understood the questions.
As expected, compared to individual ingenuity, money and power were far more useful.
Su Yuan pretended to study the written exam questions for a while, then acted as if he were pondering them and closed his eyes to rest.
The written exam lasted only an hour and a half—three hours.
Three hours sounded like a long time, but for the candidates stumped by the difficult questions on the exam, it would pass in the blink of an eye.
Soon, a full hour had passed.
Most of the candidates had filled their exam papers with writing, but even they weren't sure whether their answers were right or wrong.
Just then, the male examiner seated at the far right of the examiners' table stood and began making his way down the aisles, inspecting the thousand candidates present.
As he passed one candidate, the latter took a heavy money pouch from his robes and placed it on the desk.
The male examiner's sleeve silently covered the pouch. When it swept past the candidate's desk, not only had the pouch disappeared, but the exam paper on the desk had also been replaced.
The new one was filled with neatly written answers to all three major questions.
The scene was discreet, but Su Yuan and some of