Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 220: The Path to Heaven Through a Hundred Arts: Identifying Talents

Upper Middle Grade A!

A low ripple of murmurs spread through the crowd.

An Upper Middle Grade A evaluation was already considered extremely high for this stage, sufficient to prove one's potential.

But combined with the whispers that had just been circulating about "damage to the Dao foundation," this evaluation seemed draped in a layer of gloomy gauze.

Su Ming calmly withdrew his hand, his palm slightly cool. Regarding the halted light column and the faintly audible discussions, he seemed completely oblivious. He merely bowed slightly toward the stewards as etiquette required, then turned and walked back to the Repair Hall team with steady steps.

"Brother Su!" Wang Defa came forward to meet him, excitement and worry mingling on his face. "Upper Middle Grade A! Excellent! It's just..." He hesitated, leaving the words unspoken.

"It's fine," Su Ming replied with a faint smile. "Passing is good enough."

Qingfeng approached, his clear gaze resting on Su Ming as he said softly, "Su Ming, your foundation is solid, and your temperament is even better. The path of cultivation is long. A temporary obstacle does not necessarily determine one's entire destiny." His words carried encouragement.

Su Ming nodded in thanks, saying nothing more.

"The first stage, 'Touchstone of the Dao Foundation,' is complete!"As another presiding elder's resonant voice spread across the square, the light from all the stone pillars faded.

"Those who passed: one hundred and sixty-three. The rest, leave the field!"

In just half an hour, the ranks of several thousand had been reduced to less than two hundred.

This was the harsh reality of the cultivation world, and the threshold for selection into the Cloud Hidden Sect.

The eliminated disciples, some wailing loudly, others despondent, were ruthlessly driven from the field by Enforcement Hall disciples.

Watching this scene, Su Ming's heart remained utterly calm.

elated, the eliminated ones left dejectedly. The square quickly regained its solemn atmosphere, though the sense of competition lingering in the air

Ming's deep eyes looked toward the front of the square, where new arrangements were

the square, the black stone pillar representing the "Upper Middle Grade A" evaluation slowly sank into the ground.

Arts Path

the ground at the center of the

dividing the area into five major sections: Alchemy, Vessel, Formation, Talisman, and Beast. Each platform was

line up in the

people into the formation assessment area

place, he keenly sensed several

he saw that the one supervising this area was none other than the Vessel Hall steward Sun Tong, who had suffered a setback at the Repair Hall

sense transmitted from within the Xuantian ring, carrying a trace of coldness. "Judging by their posture, they come with ill intent. Disciple, guard your mind

his hands in salute as required, then walked toward his assigned platform,

"First question: Material Identification."

and thin. "In the path of formations, a tiny error leads to a mistake of a thousand miles. If you can't even distinguish the authenticity and quality of the materials in your hands, the array you lay down becomes a knife that kills—you yourself!

head to look

Spirit-Sealing Talismans were

casually opened

was a piece of ore, crimson

the Earth Fire Cavern. Properties: dry and fierce. Suitable for refining fire-attribute formation flags." Su Ming had the answer instantly in

spoke. "Don't be in a hurry to write. Look at the rest. That Sun Tong's smirk is practically reaching his ears. This question

put down his brush without changing his expression and

considered rare in the eyes of the menial disciples taking this assessment, to Su Ming, the "Chief of the Repair Hall" who dealt with scrap and data year-round, they were

the tenth

*Hum—*

a crystal, only

of sharp inhalations

"Fusion Fire Gold Crystal?!"