I proved immortality through the imperial examination.

Chapter 83 The Successor

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The elderly man, Han Gu, has consistently abstained from the contest.

His successor, the Lord of Moral Enlightenment, has also consistently abstained.

Later, the Lord of Supreme Morality disappeared, and the next Lord became the Lord of Great Virtue and Brilliance, and then the Lord of Enlightened Mind and Blessed Virtue.

Until the last ten times, no one has challenged the Lord of Mingde Dongxuan.

This means that all the literary ruins beneath the Mingde Dongxuan Wenxu Blessed Land have fallen into complete silence.

The Lord of Wenxu, who ended up in last place, only had twelve consecutive opportunities to abstain.

Xue Xiang counted, and it turned out that Elder Hangu had abstained ten times in a row.

No wonder he keeps appearing in my dreams; he's in a hurry and urging me to take over.

He didn't know whether to thank Old Man Hangu or to hate him.

While Wenxu Blessed Land is indeed a treasure, to send him to fight against the powerful Fusheng Xuanhuang Master with his last chance is tantamount to courting death.
Xue Xiang glanced at the countdown next to the eight Wenxu beads: 231 days.

This is the time for the next match.

He is currently only at the third level of Qi Refining and the first level of the Literary Qi Realm. With such strength, he needs to evolve to the point of being able to fight against a Lord of the Literary Ruins in less than a year.

Isn't this a complete fantasy?

But now this is no longer an optional question, but a mandatory one.

As he channeled his literary energy into the Wenxu Platform, he had clearly gained its approval and was thus destined to become the Master of Mingde Dongxuan.

If he abstains twelve times in a row, Wenxu will be wiped out, and he will also be annihilated.

"Putting everything else aside, the good thing is we can abstain one more time."

Xue Xiang steadied himself, his thoughts sweeping over a Wenxu Pearl. With a thought, the Wenxu Pearl transformed into strands of golden Wen Qi, which became extremely active.

With another thought, the golden literary energy gathered into the Literary Ruins Pearl again. "It's a pity that, due to the limitations of the rules, the Literary Ruins Pearl can only be stored in the blessed land and cannot be taken out."

As he was reminiscing, a loud bang was heard, and the blessed land shook slightly.

Looking at the scene reflected in the Wenxu Terrace, Xue Xiang saw the old man riding the dragon launching a fierce attack, each move almost tearing the heavens and earth apart.

The shaking within the blessed land intensified, and Xue Xiang didn't know how long the restrictive formation inside could hold out.

But passively taking hits is definitely not an option.

The old man riding the dragon couldn't break through the barrier after a long time. Once he mobilized the people outside and they all attacked together, the barrier would most likely be broken.

After a moment's thought, Xue Xiang waved his hand and took the seven Wenxu Pearls into his palm.

The effect of this item within the cave is similar to that of the literary energy he encountered in the Trial Realm.

Xue Xiang released his literary aura, which swirled around him, obscuring his figure, and walked out of the cave. Before he even left the cave, his aura of a big shot was already evident. He loudly recited, "Having cultivated a body like a crane, two volumes of scriptures beneath a thousand pines."

I came to ask, but there was nothing more to say; the clouds are in the blue sky, and the water is in the bottle.

Before he finished speaking, he had already reached the cave entrance.

Zhongli Mei, a group of powerful figures, and the big shots from Canglan Academy were all stunned.

“The blessed land of Wenxu actually has an owner.”

"What a wonderful phrase, 'Clouds in the blue sky, water in the bottle,' perfectly encapsulates the natural way of things."

"........."

"Junior Fuyu Canghai pays respects to Senior Hangu."

"Junior Yao Mengfan from Jiangdong pays respects to Senior Hangu."

"Junior Mingjing of Hongxiu Manor pays respects to Senior Hangu."

"........."

Everyone bowed and greeted him.

Only Zhongli Mei has not yet expressed his opinion.

The scene fell silent for a moment. Zhongli Mei was under immense pressure and could only cup his hands and say, "I am Zhongli Mei. I have come to pay my respects. I hope you are well, fellow Daoist."

Xue Xiang waved his hand indifferently, "My old and frail body is about to be reduced to ashes, how can I talk about being well?"

Furthermore, I am not Brother Han Gu.

Brother Hangu has long since passed away, and I have inherited his blessed land.

Now, my life is nearing its end, and I know the purpose of your visit.

"It is my good fortune to be able to choose a successor before I pass away." Xue Xiang had been in business for a long time and knew all too well how to adapt to the times.

What is the current situation?
It was because he was weak and the enemy was strong.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, they are eyeing them covetously.

If he refuses, the crowd will surely take it by force.

He went with the flow, first pushing out the meat buns so that people could fight and grab them, thus naturally dividing their efforts.

After all, there's only one meat bun, and only one person can grab it.

Whoever has the best chance of winning becomes the target of everyone's envy and criticism.

Sure enough, before Xue Xiang finished speaking, everyone's faces lit up with joy.

After all, if it comes down to force, no one can outmaneuver Zhongli Mei.

But now it's clear that the Lord of Mingde Dongxuan intends to personally select a successor.

"I think I have the best chance."

Almost everyone thought so, except for Zhongli Mei.

"You flatter me, senior. You are born in a blessed place and are sure to have great fortune."

"If I am fortunate enough to inherit this blessed land, I will surely build a sacrificial altar for my elders."

"If you have any requests, senior, Guang Sheng Trading Company will do its utmost."

"........."

Everyone offered their goodwill.

Xue Xiang nodded slightly, "In that case, please leave your place of origin, name, and life story."

I will think about it carefully.

Before long, letters began to arrive at Xue Xiang's doorstep like a flowing stream.

"Palace Master, weren't you uninterested? How come you're writing so swiftly? How thick is this already?"

Wei Fan handed over his calling card and glanced at Ni Quanwen, the magistrate of Canglan Academy.

The envoy of Ni Dagong Temple, dressed in flowing white robes, was exceptionally handsome and had always been known for his serene and unassuming demeanor.

Previously, when everyone was eagerly inquiring about the blessed land of Wenxu, the old gentleman appeared calm and composed.

But now, he writes with more gusto than anyone else.

Wei Fan was dumbfounded. Ni Quanwen wrote in his name when he passed the county examination, "Don't forget that you were a model student when you were studying in primary school."

"Who are you mocking?"

Ni Quanwen finally put down his pen, put away the paper, tidied it up a bit, and quickly wrapped it with his spiritual power. He then sent it to the cave entrance, glanced at Wei Fan, and said, "If you don't take what Heaven has given you, you will surely suffer the consequences."

Previously there was no opportunity, but now the time has come. Who else but Ni could be the successor of this blessed land?

"Otherwise, how could you be the Palace Attendant?"

Wei Fan gave a thumbs up, "No wonder the Supreme Elder said that you are the one who is most pragmatic and realistic."

"Fellow Daoist, you have a long-term plan."

Zhongli Mei stared at Xue Xiang and said coldly, "This is nothing more than a trick to divide our strength. May I ask what your cultivation level is, and how much skill do you still possess?"

Xue Xiangdao said, "Cultivation? This old man has forgotten about cultivation."

All I remember is that 130 years ago, my Purple Mansion manifested a golden dragon, my Literary Palace circulated earth fire, and my Mysterious Infant grew hair. I can't recall any more specific details.

Young friend Zhong, it's truly remarkable that you've searched high and low to achieve the Nascent Soul stage.

"May I ask, with the oppressive power of Heaven pressing down on you every month, amidst turbulent winds and raging thunder in your Purple Mansion, is it not bitter?"

Zhongli Mei was stunned, and his arrogance vanished instantly.

He certainly had his doubts about the identity of the Master of Mingde Cave. Maybe some nobody had gotten away with the old man Hangu and was pretending to be weak while actually being strong.

But at this moment, Xue Xiang casually revealed the secrets of the Nascent Soul Realm, and his doubts vanished instantly.

Xue Xiang breathed a sigh of relief. If he hadn't read the notes left by Elder Han Gu beforehand and known some terms at the Nascent Soul level, he wouldn't have been able to pretend so well.

"I am at the Nascent Soul stage. Even if you are at the Deity Transformation stage, you should know that most of you here will never reach my level in your entire lives."

"If you are choosing a successor, why not choose me?"

Zhongli Mei launched a massive attack on the entire map.

(End of this chapter)