In the end, Wei Song didn't actually turn into a corpse; he awoke by himself in the late afternoon.

Struggling, he took a few handfuls of the medicinal powder he brought, and his breath gradually steadied.

However, he looked like an eggplant struck by frost, his face pale as a ghost, no longer glancing around, just lowering his head to answer the test questions.

Chen Xu slightly closed his eyes, recalling the Sea of Literature technique taught by Ji Weizi.

After finishing the thesis, he felt as if he had captured some kind of spiritual mechanism, and with each breath, there was always an impulse as if something was about to burst forth.

But he knew that it wasn't enough yet.

He still needed to continue to nurture and wait.

Thus passed the first day of the exam.

At night, sleeping in the examination hall, there seemed to be faint sounds of sobbing all around.

Moonlight illuminated the world, yet who knew if it could shine into everyone's dreams.

The next day's exam papers were handed out, with a large volume of questions as before.

The "sighs" from the students were noticeably fewer; the entire examination hall was quieter than the day before.

Looking at the exam questions, the main subjects this time turned out to be judicial case analysis.

They had to write judgments in accordance with the Great Li's laws; there was also memorial writing, lastly with a large volume of numerology questions again.

Overall, not simpler than the first exam.

But as the saying goes, for those who find it difficult, it will be difficult; for those who understand, it is not hard.

Chen Xu worked on the questions, cultivating that increasingly mysterious qi within his body.

He focused his mind entirely, treating the exam as a form of cultivation.

No matter how tumultuous the outside world was, whether some were anxiously hoping or others were tossing and turning with unease.

Little Demon Wei Yuan suddenly used earth escape to reach a small alley not far from the examination hall, carrying a book box on his back, eagerly looking forward.

"I also want to take the exam, also desire fame and success," murmured the hedgehog Little Demon, envying in his heart.

"If I could gain fame, wouldn't my teacher come back to see me?"

"It's not that I'm lazy, it's just, just a bit stupid..."

"Can Mr. Chen pass in one go? Surely he can, his knowledge is so good."

"But if he passes, the locust ghost of Pufeng Mountain will surely say he's even more delicious, won't it chase him even more relentlessly, insisting on eating him?"

"Alas..."

Little Demon sighed.

The mood on the second night in the examination hall was somewhat odd.

The main issue was that to avoid being labeled with the "urine mark," many people refrained from going to the toilets and instead relieved themselves in their own quarters.

Thus, the latrines weren't the ones stinking, but a faint acrid stench permeated almost the entire exam hall.

What kind of affair is this?

In what seemed to be a sacred examination hall, one had to be accompanied by filth.

The scholar pursued cleanliness, yet the truth was that everyone had to pass through the filth.

And generation after generation got used to this; whether it was truly commonplace or truly absurd, it was hard to say.

Chen Xu became increasingly calm and composed, his breath reduced to almost nothing.

The surging spiritual mechanism in his body grew heavier and more substantial.

He spent another night in the pristine moonlight and the filthy world, feeling as though he gained a deeper understanding of fame and fortune.

On the third day, the exam papers were handed out.

It consisted of two essays on the Four Books and a titled poem.

The entire examination hall grew ever quieter, as if everyone was holding their breath, ready to pour all their energy into the present paper.

Write, write, write.

Chen Xu soon completed the two essays on the Four Books.

When the titled poem appeared, Chen Xu was still holding his breath slightly.

He looked at the topic: "Spring Mountain Moon."

Yet another titled poem themed on "spring"!

Only this time, the provincial exam wrote about the fallen flowers of spring days, while this time it was about the moon of the spring mountains.

The provincial and regional exams happened at the transition between spring and early summer, so titled poems on "spring" appeared every few years, which wasn't surprising.

Compared to the previous spring day fallen flowers, this time's Spring Mountain Moon was even easier to write in general.

Considering how the questions have been extremely challenging in strategy, classics, numerology, and law, slightly relaxing on the poetry topic was only reasonable.

However, though this topic was easy to write, it was difficult to make it outstanding.

Recalling the moonlight he had observed the previous two evenings, Chen Xu couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh.

This time there was no passionate enthusiasm, no lamenting the spring or the moon, and no need to yearn for the past and present.

He simply let the words flow like a clear stream.

"At leisure, the osmanthus falls, in the quiet night, spring mountains empty.

The moon rises, startling the mountain birds, sometimes singing in the spring ravine."

The graceful language, like a meticulously rendered painting, flowed.

Like wisps of mist, rising idly from the paper, exuding a relaxed elegance.

As if deep in the forest, the water flows tinkling, a few strings plucked softly.

In an instant, unexpectedly, a sound of the zither rang through the air, a crisp sound startled the celestial light.

Someone finally realized that cyan smoke was unexpectedly spiraling into the sky from above the examination hall.

"The poem formed cyan smoke!" someone exclaimed in surprise.

The clouds brushed past the sunlight in the sky, illuminating at that moment the curling cyan smoke.

With it so clearly visible, who could not see it?

Suddenly, the whole examination hall and its surroundings were in an uproar.

The examinees exclaimed continually, and the patrolling officials and soldiers didn't even have time to stop them, as they themselves were in astonishment.

But the cyan smoke was truly just the beginning at this moment.

The curling cyan smoke appeared leisurely and calm, without any sharpness, yet the direction of its ascent unmistakably seemed as if a vast aura was growing and billowing.

At the front of the hall, Su Quan, the chief examiner, could no longer contain himself and blurted out:

"Discovering the way through fame, someone is opening a Sea of Literature in the examination hall, who is it?"

He was almost about to rise and rush down, but that vast aura merely swelled for a brief moment before settling into silence.

Su Quan forcibly restrained himself, adjusting his posture once again on the main seat.

The expressions of several vice examiners beside him varied. Ding Qian couldn't help but say, "Brother Su, shouldn't we take a look?"

Su Quan, however, smiled faintly and spoke leisurely, "Why rush? There will be opportunities to meet in the future."

The implication was that the person who had written the cyan smoke poem and opened a Sea of Literature would surely rank as a Scholar.

When they became a Scholar, wouldn't they have to pay respects to the examiners? Be it sooner or later, they would meet, and this patience, everyone admired.

But with Su Quan unmoving, naturally, the other vice examiners couldn't move either.

Ding Qian stomped his foot, helplessly.

And within the examination hall, after the cyan smoke leisurely ascended, it dissipated in the sunlight, vanishing without a trace.

The noise also subsided, under the calls for silence from the patrolling soldiers.

Chen Xu listened to the command for "silence," and his heart and spirit grew calm.

The extraordinary energy that had circulated in his body for three days finally burst free at this moment.

In the midst of chaos, dust settled and light emerged.

In the field of fame, he opened a Sea of Literature.

That Sea of Literature seemed to exist in nothingness, appeared in the abyss.

It seemed in an infinite expanse, a starry sea was born.

Amidst the starry sea, there were countless waves.

Several waves among them were particularly lively.

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