"Let's bet on whether this Wang Lu can not only pass the 'Nonlinear Potential Assessment Instrument' I set up, but also trigger its highest-level 'Anomalous Response.'"
The light of a sage flickered in Su Chen's eyes. "My guess is that he can-and that he'll even try to... reverse-engineer my assessment logic."
Wang Wu looked at the seemingly ordinary yet uniquely poised youth in the image, then at the unfathomable "Progenitor of the Dao of Principle" beside her, who had already reshaped the sect. Suddenly, she felt that this disciple recruitment ceremony would probably be more exciting than any before it.
"You're on!" She slapped her thigh, excitement kindling in her eyes as well. "But if you lose, you have to design me a custom 'entertainment-type cave abode steward' that can automatically make Drunken Immortal Brew and play cards with me!"
"Deal."
After agreeing, Wang Wu felt she had gotten the short end of the stick again. Why had she made a bet with him? If she wanted something, she could always get it by acting cute.
Hearing Wang Wu's shameless complaints, Su Chen could not help laughing. She really did love making bets.
If she truly did not want to bet, he had countless fine things. After all, he still had plenty in stock and could bring them out whenever she wanted.
Morning light, like melted gold leaf, filtered through the branches and leaves of the old locust tree in the courtyard of Cang Yuan Dao Academy in Dongning Prefecture, scattering over the bluestone slabs.
Su Chen held a half-worn bamboo broom, sweeping intermittently at the leaves the wind had blown down the night before.
He wore a navy-blue cloth robe no different from those of the other junior instructors, his hair casually pinned up with a wooden hairpin. His