Transaction, Two Questions

However, when Song Shuhang turned his head, he found Senior White Two resting his chin on his hand, curiously looking at the words he had written, "What are you writing? Is this a new human script?"

Song Shuhang: "..."

This is really embarrassing. This Senior White Two, doesn't even know simplified Chinese characters?

Song Shuhang put down his brush in frustration—if the other person couldn't understand it, there was no point in writing it down.

He also tried it, and found that even 'Secret Voice Transmission' couldn't be used in this consciousness space, probably to prevent 'examinees' from using Secret Voice Transmission cheat.

"Hehe, have you given up?" Senior White Two hovered in mid-air, letting out a smug laugh.

Song Shuhang rolled his eyes.

It's better to rely on yourself than others. He rubbed his eyes and got ready. Five minutes passed quickly, and the walls surrounding Shuhang began their next landing.

The authoritative voice in the space repeated the lines spoken earlier.

Song Shuhang immediately turned his head and stared at the test paper next to Su Wenqu, comparing the answers on the test paper with the <Sage's Self-Cultivation Ode> in his memory.

Ten breaths later...

Damn it!

Song Shuhang grabbed the table again, trying to flip it over—but to no avail, he still couldn't move it.

That's right, absolutely right. With his powerful memory, he memorized the entire "Sage's Self-Cultivation Ode" written by Su Wenqu, word for word, stroke for stroke, without a single mistake.

He even copied down the exact number of wavy lines in some characters, down to the number of wavy lines.

In other words, the "Sage's Self-Cultivation Ode" he wrote in the assessment was exactly the same as the one written by Su Wenqu. Why did his fail?

Was he really supposed to memorize it while simultaneously reciting the "Sage's Self-Cultivation Ode" in his mind? But he didn't understand the text at all; how was he supposed to memorize it?

Twenty breaths passed quickly.

With a deafening roar, the wall rose up again, obscuring Song Shuhang's view.

Song Shuhang looked at Senior White Two floating in the air. At this moment... Senior White Two was lying on his side, seemingly already asleep, sleeping soundly.

Song Shuhang stretched out his pen and poked Senior White Two.

Senior White Two opened his eyes and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Song Shuhang pointed to his mouth, requesting that the ban be lifted.

"Hehe, as long as you swear you'll never recite that line again, I'll lift the ban on you," Senior White Two yawned lazily.

Song Shuhang nodded vigorously.

Senior White Two pointed a finger, and Song Shuhang's 'silence status' was lifted.

Song Shuhang said impatiently, "Senior White Two, let's make a deal!"

"Haha." Senior White Two laughed smugly, but suddenly he thought of something, "What is Senior White Rabbit?"

"..." Song Shuhang gritted his teeth and said, "I just bit my tongue, Senior White, please don't mind it."

Senior White Two nodded with a half-smile.

"Senior White, I can tell you some information about the Present World. Um, I can answer two questions for you. Please help me pass this exam," Song Shuhang.

He had run out of options with his own methods and could only ask Senior White Two for help.

"Alright, two questions, deal." Senior White Two stretched and sat up. "So, the first question... Is the Heavenly Court already finished?"

Song Shuhang thought that this Senior White Two would directly ask about 'Venerable White', but he didn't expect Senior White Two to ask about the Heavenly Court.

Fortunately, he knew something about the Heavenly Court.

"Yes, the Heavenly Court is gone." Song Shuhang nodded.

"As expected... really, they were finished way too quickly," Senior White Two muttered. After a moment, he asked, "Second question, um, your level is a bit low, I don't know if you understand 'Heaven... Dao', is there a problem?"

When mentioning the term 'Heavenly Dao', Senior White Two paused for a moment and silently added many meaningless whispers between the Heavenly Dao, in order to avoid being sensed.

"I don't know." Song Shuhang shook his head. He was only a Third-Grade minor cultivator, how could he know such profound questions about the Heavenly Dao?

"Alright, I'll ask you that question again during the next transaction." Senior White Two sighed and then asked, "So, let me ask you another question. You've already passed the Second-Grade Heavenly Tribulation, right? How many waves of Tribulation Lightning did you Tribulation Transcendence?"

This Senior White Two, has such a wildly imaginative way of thinking; why is he suddenly asking me questions again?

"Eleven waves," Song Shuhang answered truthfully, as it wasn't something that needed to be kept secret.

Senior White Two stroked his chin and nodded thoughtfully.

Then he said, "Alright, deal done. Now, recite the 'Sage's Self-Cultivation Ode' from memory, and I'll watch."

Song Shuhang suggested, "There's not much time left for the exam, why don't we wait for the next round?"

Senior White Two: "No need, you write it first, and I'll see if there are any problems."

"Alright." Song Shuhang nodded and began to write quickly on the paper.

Following his memory, he meticulously drew out the "Sage's Self-Cultivation Ode" that he had copied down from Su Wenqu.

As he was writing, suddenly Senior White Two behind him pointed to a stroke in an ancient Chinese character he had drawn and said, "This character is wrong. This stroke should be a horizontal line. Why did you write it as a wavy line?"

"Huh?" Song Shuhang blinked. (A horizontal line?)

Good heavens! In his memory, Su Wenqu wrote this character with a curved wavy line '~'!

Because he was worried about making mistakes, Song Shuhang copied down every single wave in the wavy line when writing this character. He never expected that the mistake would happen here!

At this moment Song Shuhang finally understood the sorrow of illiteracy... Not being able to read is sometimes just too sad.

"This should be the personal writing habits of the person who wrote the <Sage's Self-Cultivation Ode> next to you. Or perhaps he was practicing some kind of calligraphy, so he unconsciously incorporated some calligraphic styles when writing," Senior White Two guessed. "When he wrote it, it was correct. But when you copied his strokes, the 'wavy' arc of this horizontal stroke was too large and too obvious, so it's wrong."

Song Shuhang orz

"Besides these wavy horizontal lines, there are several other similar errors," Senior White Two explained.

At that moment, Song Shuhang felt like dying.

Brother Su, you can't be this dishonest!

"Alright, give me the brush. I happen to know this 'Sage's Self-Cultivation Ode.' I'll write it down, and then you can memorize it again." Senior White Two reached out and took the brush from Song Shuhang's hand.

His long, slender fingers held the pen with an elegant and pleasing posture.

Immediately afterward, Senior White Two began writing rapidly. In just over ten seconds, a "Sage's Self-Cultivation Ode" appeared on Song Shuhang's paper.

"Alright, take notes again," Senior White Two said.

Song Shuhang quickly used the remaining time to memorize the "Sage's Self-Cultivation Ode" again, correcting any errors in his memory.

Now, Senior White Two has already written it down on his paper. After five minutes, will he be able to pass the test? Song Shuhang wondered to himself.

Five minutes later...

The wall fell.

In the space, that authoritative voice rang out again, saying the same thing: those who pass, go; those who fail, retake the exam in twenty breaths.

Song Shuhang tried calling out, "Please escort me away!"

But... there was no response.

Clearly, Senior White Two's act of cheating by writing the "Sage's Self-Cultivation Ode" for him could not be recognized by the space.

"What a rigid space," Song Shuhang grinned.

And so he waited for another twenty breaths.

The wall rose up again.

Senior White Two had already retreated back into his sleeping bag and was fast asleep.

Song Shuhang up his pen again and wrote a completely new "Sage's Self-Cultivation Ode".

Three minutes later...

Song Shuhang breathed a sigh of relief and put down his calligraphy brush.

This time, is it okay? This time, what he wrote is absolutely correct.

The moment he put down his pen, he felt a sudden realization wash over him.

The contents of the "Sage's Self-Cultivation Ode" that he wrote on the white paper were completely absorbed into his mind and transformed into simplified Chinese characters that he could understand.

Does simply writing this article correctly automatically grant it the ability to be translated?

Just as he was wondering, Shuhang felt his mental energy solidify again—his enormous mental energy seemed to become easier to control and more solid.

Is this the effect of the "Sage's Self-Cultivation Ode" on the body? It's similar to the "Meditation Method," and even has some indescribable effects.

Furthermore, after his mental energy changed, the space released its seal on him. Song Shuhang had a feeling that he could easily leave this space with just a thought.

So that's how it is—only after one's spiritual power undergoes a transformation through the <Sage's Self-Cultivation Ode> can one truly meet the assessment standards of this mysterious space.

Song Shuhang exclaimed happily, "Senior White, we succeeded!"

"Hmm," Senior White Two murmured in response.

"Senior White, I must leave this space now. The other Senior White is waiting for me to return," Song Shuhang said happily.

"Okay, goodbye." Senior White Two waved.

Song Shuhang chuckled and silently chanted "leave." The next moment, he finally escaped from this damned "Infinite Make-Up Exam Space."

After Song Shuhang's figure disappeared, Senior White Two silently glanced at the 'Daozi' statue in the distance.

"Thirteen Tribulation Immortals Under the Sage, Daozi," Senior White Two said softly.

The statue in the distance shimmered softly, as if responding to Senior White Two.

"So, the other 'Senior White' that Song Shuhang mentioned is in the Confucian Sect's territory?" Senior White Two said softly.

Song Shuhang regained consciousness.

He found himself lying in bed, and somehow a delicate calligraphy brush had appeared in his hand.

At the bedside, Su Clan’s Sixteen was reading a book.