Outside the Examination Hall.
It was already the Hour of the Pig. Night was thick as ink, the heavens pitch-black, stars strewn across the sky.
"Uncle!" The moment Jiang Yiming spotted Jiang Ning, he hurried over.
"How did it go?" Jiang Ning asked.
"Not bad!" Jiang Yiming nodded heavily. "I filled out every answer. I think I have a fifty-percent chance of passing the Youth Examination!"
"That's not bad!" Jiang Ning nodded approvingly.
Then he said, "Go back and prepare properly for tomorrow's martial test!"
"Yes!" Jiang Yiming's face immediately filled with determination.
He knew he still had some chance in the civil Youth Examination.
But in the martial Youth Examination, he basically had no chance at all.
Throughout the years, those who passed the martial Youth Examination assessments had at least entered the seventh rank.
The champions were almost invariably sixth-rank martial artists.
Yet only a few days ago, he had just entered the eighth rank.
The gap of one rank was utterly impossible to bridge.
The martial selection did not rely on arena fights, where the weak could defeat the strong.
There were many tested subjects. More importantly, there would also be horsemanship, archery, and mounted archery.
After all, the martial selection was meant to choose military talent.
How could a commander fail to master horsemanship and archery?
After the two returned home,
they heartily finished a carefully prepared dinner, and Jiang Ning continued refining his marrow.
The next day.
It was still outside the residence, still the same scene as yesterday.
Liu Wanwan helped Jiang Yiming straighten his close-fitting, well-tailored martial attire.
"Not bad!!" Liu Wanwan nodded. Looking at Jiang Yiming, who stood more than half a head taller than her, satisfaction appeared on her face. "Ming'er is getting more and more handsome!"
Jiang Yiming gave an