"He Must Be a Wise Ruler for the Ages!"

The Formation examination had a time limit of two hours.

Two hours later.

The examination ended.

All the candidates remained seated while the examiners collected their Formation Discs one by one, labeled them with names, and prepared them for evaluation. When an examiner reached the group containing Zhang Qianqiu's son, he hesitated, then hurried over to Zhang Qianqiu.

"Pavilion Master Zhang, this group didn't make a single Formation Disc."

"Mm."

Zhang Qianqiu nodded without expression. "No need to tell me. Just follow the procedure."

He had expected this result. Barring a miracle, they had botched the examination. They had used up so many materials at the start that making a Formation Disc afterward would have been a ghostly miracle.

It had nothing to do with his son.

In another group, his son would at least have had a half-finished Formation Disc. Their luck had simply been poor this time.

"We don't have a Formation Disc, but that doesn't mean we have nothing to show for our work."

Just then—

From that group,

a young man stepped forward. He looked young, but his eyes burned with youthful spirit. He met Zhang Qianqiu's and the examiner's gazes without flinching.

"What is a Formation Disc?"

"A variation of a formation that can be carried around. Its advantage is that no Formation Master needs to set it up; anyone can use it."

"Our group concluded that this Acceleration Formation Disc cannot be replicated as it stands. The crucial reason is that its 12,983 formation lines contain extensive safeguards against reverse engineering."

"Of those, 4,929 are decoys meant to interfere."

"Most of the remaining lines overlap, layer upon layer. At the densest point, seventy-seven lines overlap, and not one of them is a decoy. They are all essential. That means engraving seventy-seven formation lines over