Who would have thought that worshipping the examination god would be useful?

Zanxing had just figured this out and hadn’t had time to be happy when she heard Hua Yue’s exasperated voice: “Yang Zanxing, what kind of trickery are you playing? Why doesn’t this Mo Xiu attack you, but only attack me?”

She turned her head and saw that Hua Yue’s face was extremely ugly, with one foot already sunk into the mud, struggling desperately.

Earlier, with Zanxing in front attracting the Tomb of the Dead’s attention, Hua Yue hadn’t directly confronted the Tomb of the Dead and didn’t know how difficult the demonic tomb was to deal with. After his precious sword was half-absorbed by the demonic tomb, and he refused to let go, the Tomb of the Dead seized the opportunity to entangle his leg as well.

Earlier, it was Hua Yue watching the show; now it was Zanxing’s turn to observe from the sidelines. Zanxing simply crossed her arms and stood to one side, laughing: “It only attacks you because you’re annoying, of course.”

“You bitch!” Hua Yue raged: “Quickly pull me up! Do you think the sect will let you off for harming a fellow disciple?”

Zanxing spread her hands: “As you said, I don’t plan to attack you. Now you’re fighting the Mo Xiu yourself. If your abilities are insufficient, what does that have to do with me? But you can struggle a bit—maybe there’s still a chance?”

The corner of her mouth curled up as she pulled out a handful of pills from her chest, throwing them toward Hua Yue’s vicinity like skipping stones.

“What are you doing?” Hua Yue suddenly had a bad premonition. He saw that the giant human face that had appeared on the land seemed to be attracted by the pills Zanxing had thrown. The eyeballs rotated to look in this direction, then those eyes slowly narrowed, revealing a sinister smile.

The lips gradually opened, emitting a foul, nauseating stench from within. Hua Yue was greatly alarmed and said tremblingly: “Don’t come…”

Before he could finish saying “over,” a soft, blood-colored tongue had already accurately coiled around him. Like a snake’s tongue snatching a small insect, it sent his entire body into the mouth.

He didn’t even have time to crush his exit talisman before his figure disappeared from the ground.

The mud began squirming again, as if digesting the meal it had just consumed.

Zanxing endured her inner discomfort and stood in place, neither fleeing nor using her iron staff to deal with the demonic tomb. With incense ash on her body, the demonic tomb automatically regarded her as one of the “dead” and no longer attacked her.

“Why isn’t she moving?” Xuan Lingzi was somewhat nervous, and his hand stroking the cat’s tail became heavier. Mimi shrieked and jumped out of his arms to run away.

Li Danshu was amused: “Didn’t you see that handful of pills she just threw?”

“I saw it.” Cui Yufu was puzzled: “Is she thinking the Tomb of the Dead isn’t powerful enough, so she’s giving it a few pills to supplement its Yuanli?”

“Those weren’t pills to supplement Yuanli.” Li Danshu adjusted his hat that was about to fall off, looking at Zanxing with great satisfaction: “Those were sleeping pills.”

“1, 2, 3, 4…” Inside the Xumi Jiezi Map, Zanxing silently counted in her mind.

When she counted to 30, the Tomb of the Dead’s eyes began to droop intermittently, the upper and lower eyelids starting to fight each other, like a student dozing off in class.

Zanxing thought to herself: Very good, the sleeping pills weren’t wasted.

Recently, Tian Fangfang had complained to Zanxing that since winter came, Gufeng Mountain was too cold, and with the examination approaching and great pressure, she couldn’t sleep night after night, losing quite a bit of hair. Zanxing happened to be taking pill refinement classes, so she casually made some sleeping pills for herself.

After Tian Fangfang took them, she indeed slept peacefully through the night until dawn.

Zanxing had asked Li Danshu—sleeping pills were non-toxic and wouldn’t cause dependency. The raw materials were easy to find, so Zanxing simply refined a whole box full, preparing for unexpected needs. She had also brought some for this examination. Just now, when Hua Yue was fighting the Tomb of the Dead, Zanxing threw a handful of sleeping pills over. The pills contained Yuanli and weren’t dead objects, so they would be devoured by the demonic tomb.

One sleeping pill naturally wouldn’t do much, but swallowing such a large handful should have some effect even on a demonic tomb.

Sure enough, in just a moment, the Tomb of the Dead was already sleeping soundly, snoring thunderously.

Zanxing took a deep breath, picked up her iron staff, and walked to the front of the Tomb of the Dead, stepping on its face. The Tomb of the Dead did not react, even blowing a snot bubble.

It looked like it was fast asleep.

Zanxing felt relieved. She channeled all her Yuanli to flow to the staff tip, gripped the staff with both hands, and struck down fiercely!

Xuan Lingzi: “…”

The three characters “Yang Zanxing” on the ranking stone suddenly shot forward several lines like riding a spirit boat, finally settling gradually in the third row, barely reaching thirtieth place.

The young man sitting outside the Clear Heart Mirror couldn’t bear it anymore. He stood up, frowning, and said: “This guy is cheating again! Can this even count as passing the examination?”

“Seventh Junior Brother,” Xuan Lingzi consoled him, “Using wisdom is also a type of examination. Our sect doesn’t only look at cultivation, but also at intelligence.”

“That still won’t do!” Gu Baiying had a fire burning in his heart. He had originally thought that since Yang Zanxing inherited the “Qing E Nian Hua Gun,” she must have some real ability. Even though he mocked her verbally, he had held some expectations for her. He hadn’t expected this person to be so improper, only knowing petty cleverness, even passing the examination in such a wretched way that it was heart-stopping to watch.

It was simply losing face for Qinghua Xianzi!

“However, I see that dealing with high-level Mo Xiu like the Tomb of the Dead is already so strenuous for her, requiring some luck and small cleverness,” Yueqin said lightly: “I’m afraid her final ranking will just fluctuate around her current position.”

“You say this little girl’s luck is so good,” Zhao Mayi laughed. “She wouldn’t encounter Mo Sha, would she?”

“In the entire Xumi Jiezi Map, there are only two Mo Sha in total. In the past ten years of examinations, no disciple has ever encountered Mo Sha. Do you think it’s so easy to run into one?” Cui Yufu snorted coldly.

After saying this, no one paid attention to him. Cui Yufu was somewhat puzzled. When he turned his head, he saw everyone’s gaze fixed on the Clear Heart Mirror. He glanced along with them and immediately froze.

Zanxing had just defeated the Tomb of the Dead and harvested a large amount of Yuanli. Having just been swallowed by the Tomb of the Dead, her clothes were sticky and messy. She was about to use a cleaning technique to tidy up when she turned around and saw a black-clothed man standing in front of her.

Outside the mirror, Mendong’s lips were trembling: “Mo… Mo Sha.”

Mo Sha was a particularly powerful type among Mo Xiu.

Speaking of it, the history of the demon race was as long as that of the human race. There were those like the Two-headed Ashura, who were originally human but fell into demonhood due to various circumstances and mental collapse. Some were originally inanimate objects but were bathed and nurtured by demonic energy through some cosmic accident, giving birth to demonic spirits, like the Tomb of the Dead.

These were all typical cases of becoming demons through later circumstances. There was another type that had been of the demon race since the opening of heaven and earth, possessing the purest demon bloodline without any adulteration. Precisely speaking, the Mo Xiu encountered previously in the Xumi Jiezi Map were all Mo Xiu who became demons through later circumstances. The biggest difference between naturally born demon race Mo Xiu and later-turned Mo Xiu was probably manifested in their appearance.

Natural-born demon race, except for different hair and eye colors, looked the same as ordinary people.

Mo Sha were innate Mo Xiu.

This type of Mo Xiu completely possessed intelligence and consciousness. Except for being a different species, they were identical to humans. Mo Sha were at minimum equivalent to cultivators of Yuan Ying cultivation level, and were fierce, bloodthirsty, cunning, and ruthless. Once encountered, they were a nightmare for human cultivators.

During the great war between humans and demons, countless humans died at the hands of Mo Sha. This type of Mo Xiu was difficult to outline even with Yuanli. The artist who painted this Xumi Jiezi Map already had very high cultivation, but even so, could only paint two Mo Sha before being unable to paint any more.

At this moment, looking at the person before her, Zanxing didn’t need to think to understand that she had encountered Mo Sha.