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Hearing Zhang Shoujing's compliment, Gu Ping couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing. He had already passed the imperial examination under Liu Xia, ranking among the top, known as the Second Place Scholar. He didn't deny that there was an old man over seventy years old at that time, and that year’s success was undoubtedly his. Gasping at his youth, he acknowledged that he hadn’t read as many books as others.
Now, Gu Ping had spent half a year struggling in the Beast Den, fighting his way out of the Flowing Cloud Realm. He had even encountered the Great Demon Nine-Tailed Fox. If it weren't for the Pure Fox's protection, he might have already met Buddha by now. There was no chance for him to chat with that Rabbit Spirit without being accused of boasting. Gu Ping didn’t think there was anything ordinary about the Martial Examination that could lead to mistakes on his part.
On the side, observing the seating arrangement, a lady remarked how this young man had no prior fame before arriving here. If he were truly a young hero, it would be good to have him spar with Yan'er later in the martial arena, allowing those housebound wives to witness such youthful talent.
His mother wanted to see it; since Yan'er had given her command, she wondered if that Brother would be willing to offer guidance. A young man of similar age to Gu Ping spoke up as he walked by.
"I just arrived at your esteemed residence and would like to engage with you," he said. "I don't deny that it would be inappropriate for me to overshadow you."
Hearing Gu Ping elongate his greeting, Zhang Shoujing understood that this young man was not denying his own lack of etiquette.
"Cough, cough," he interjected, "I seek your final exam results. I don't deny that I hope Noble Nephew can rest well. As for the demonstration matter, let’s discuss it later. I don't deny that with the College Entrance Examination approaching, true talent fears not the test of fire. Noble Nephew's abilities will surely astonish everyone when the time comes; Old Man here is merely expressing my congratulations."
"Thank you, Uncle. I will not disappoint and will strive for excellent results to repay your kind praise," Gu Ping replied.
The two exchanged pleasantries until their meal was nearly finished. Although Qunqin Ping hadn’t touched his chopsticks much, he couldn’t resist Zhang Chenyu’s persistent efforts to fill his bowl. Gu Ping had eaten his fill.
Afterward, Zhang Chenyu took Gu Ping to handle his identification documents. As they walked, Gu Ping remarked that he initially thought she was trying to help him save face but didn’t expect a seemingly wild boy who looked like a hunter to be so smooth-talking. This made her feel as if she had struck gold.
"Is this all fake? What’s there to be happy about?" she thought. "I don’t deny that I need to help him get his identification sorted quickly; he wants to participate in the final exam!" Gu Ping smiled as he spoke, ignoring Zhang Chenyu's excitement.
"No, can I be an Illegal Resident? Let me explain my identity. If the academy accepts me, can they really investigate?" Zhang Chenyu was worried. If Gu Ping really got into the academy and it turned out her identity was forged, could she ask to be investigated? Even if it implicated her father, it wouldn't be too much.
I said no, from the Flowing Cloud Realm, Little Qi Kingdom, a branch of the Gu Family. I recalled that in my childhood, I lived by hunting. Later, my parents said to take their child along. Gu Ping took a deep breath and continued, saying that she had self-studied the Seven Classics and Eight Prose Styles.
In the Flowing Cloud Realm, I don't deny it. Was it a dangerous place? I wouldn't really come from there, would I?
Yoyo said he brought it from there; could he have accompanied him for a long time?
As he spoke, a small fox poked its head out from Gu Ping's arms, looked at Zhang Chenyu, then quickly withdrew its head. Zhang Chenyu's eyes widened in surprise.
"Is it that big? How could it be so large?" Zhang Chenyu gestured in disbelief at what she saw.
Yoyo wondered if it was really a Fox Spirit that could change size. He himself was just an ordinary person, after all.
Hearing Gu Ping's words, Zhang Chenyu was momentarily stunned, surprised to the point that she stopped walking and stood there dumbfounded, staring at Gu Ping while thinking about what Gu Ping had said earlier.
"What are you looking at?"
At Gu Ping's words, Zhang Chenyu finally snapped back to reality. She felt fortunate that her silly brother hadn't clashed with Gu Ping during dinner; otherwise, who knows how badly he would have been beaten? She felt even luckier to have picked up a cultivator; this could really be something she bragged about for a lifetime.
Gu Ping looked at Zhang Chenyu and raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself how terrifying it would be if that guy knew he had been hunted by Daoist Sect cultivators for half a year. He might just die of shock on the spot.
Oh wait, does that mean I could intercept Yi Dong during the College Entrance Examination? That scholar from the Ninth Underworld? As Zhang Chenyu pondered this, she suddenly remembered that matter and increasingly felt that Gu Ping was indeed a good candidate to disrupt the plans of the Ninth Underworld. As for what those plans were, how would Zhang Chenyu know? Her thoughts were simple: as long as she didn't let them succeed, that was enough.
I didn't talk to him about it, but what does the Final Exam have to do with the Ninth Underworld? I need to figure out how to stop them.
How would he know? Anyway, I just need to take first place in the Final Exam and ensure that no one from the Ninth Underworld gets it.
I don't deny it. If that's how he sees it, then can the College Entrance Examination truly gather all the Young Talents from the Dust Realm? Just based on him, what was I thinking?
Look at what I said while eating earlier; I thought I was so impressive and looked down on him. Turns out, I was just bragging.
Is his "I don't deny it" helping me? It just denies everything.
As the two of them spoke, they walked toward the Yamen. Anyone who didn't know would think they were old friends or childhood companions, but given the current situation, you couldn't tell that they had only met less than a day ago.
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