The team Wang Qi had assembled did not look like it was heading for a quest-type trial at all. Before Mao Zimiao and Wu Shiqin overcame their natural instincts, they were practically walking disasters in trials like these. They might have been better suited for combat-oriented trials.
But... Su Junyu turned his gaze to Wu Fan again. Not only was this boy's spiritual power weak, but he also looked too frail to withstand much hardship. Even with a Foundation Establishment cultivator like himself looking after him, Wu Fan might not make it out of a combat trial zone alive.
Thinking of this, Su Junyu could not help asking, "Do you all really know what Wang Qi called you here for?"
"Don't know, meow. But Little Qi said he needed help, so I came, meow!"
Trust Yangshen Pavilion, trust the Great Dao, trust... Damn it, am I already questioning the intelligence of Half-Demons? Or does this girl just look harmless and innocent whenever I'm not watching? Little Half-Demon sister, keep this up and he'll sell you off, and you'll still help him count the money!
"A trial. Interesting."
Interesting my ass! Looking at you, you clearly aren't especially fanatical about calculations, are you? You have completely misunderstood what the word 'trial' means!
"My parents are nothing more than Rogue Cultivators, and my talent cannot compare with yours. After luckily entering the Immortal Academy, merely keeping up with everyone's progress has already become exceedingly difficult. Having a chance to earn merit points is naturally wonderful. Besides, I have no way to speak with Foundation Establishment senior brothers and sisters, so this opportunity is not one I can easily let go."
To Su Junyu's surprise, Wu Fan's answer was actually perfectly normal. He could not help giving the boy with the faint presence