I have many children every time I give birth to them. I cultivate to become a god by giving birth to

"Eighty-nine? No way?!"

"Isn't it enough to answer ten questions correctly to enter Hanshufang? What is he doing?"

"Tsk tsk, Haohan Xingyi, are you going to answer a hundred questions and get one?"

"That's impossible! No one has ever answered all 100 questions correctly since Hanshufang was founded."

"That's right. Don't be fooled by how easily he answered 89 questions. I saw it with my own eyes. He has been here for two months in a row. Some of the people here came to see if he can succeed in the challenge."

"I think it's impossible. Hanshufang has new questions every day, and each question is as difficult as climbing to the sky. It's better to answer ten questions and go in to observe the hidden jade slips."

"Hey, guess what, the highest number in history is only 91. Will he break this record?"

"I can't bet."

"I don't think so either. Look at his young age. How much knowledge can he have? He looks so distressed. He may not be able to answer the 90th question."

Yun Yi listened to everyone's discussions and squeezed into the crowd out of curiosity.

Next to the desk stood a young man who looked obviously well-read.

He was like the scholar going to the capital to take the imperial examinations described in the storybooks, with a slightly thin and frail figure, his black hair tied only with a green hairband, his features clean and gentle, his bones exuding an elegant temperament that was influenced by books, a modest gentleman.

He didn't look very old and wasn't very tall, probably only a fist and a half taller than her.

He lowered his head and wrote attentively, completely unaware of the discussions around him. Sometimes he stopped to think, sometimes he frowned, as if he placed himself in an independent world, yet he was the most noticeable person in the crowd.

Yun Yi was about to ask the system, but the system seemed to sense something and answered first: [No. ]

Yun Yi shrugged.

Let’s do it.

With Shangguan Fuyu as her predecessor, she could be considered to understand the standards of the system.

It's just a glimmer of hope.

Since he was not a person of great luck, she no longer paid any attention to him. Her goal was to enter Han Shufang.

However, I heard that to enter Hanshufang one has to answer questions?

No wonder there are so many people gathered at the door.

There were more than a dozen boards lined up at the door, and I thought it was some kind of announcement.

I didn’t expect that they were all questions!

Yun Yi came forward curiously and took a look:

'What are the effects of furasa fruit? Please give three examples.'

???

Furosemide? What is that?

'How do the thunder array and the fire array blend together?'

what?

Why jump so quickly between questions?

Are you talking about the formation?

Not only that, these questions are about alchemy, weapon refining, formations, talismans, beast taming, etc., covering everything.

There are more than a dozen boards, all filled with questions.

In front of the board there are the same number of desks with banknotes prepared on them.

There are not many tables compared to the number of people, so most people have different ways of sitting, some lying on the ground, on the steps, on the wall, or some bringing their own small tables, which makes it very crowded here.

Yun Yi held her forehead with her hand. The problem was that she didn’t understand any of these questions. What should she do?

Thinking about the jade slips I bought from Wanbao Pavilion, it’s too late to cram now.

Is there any other way to enter this Hanshufang?

After thinking for a while, Yun Yi glanced around and saw a man leisurely reading a book on the left side of the gate of Hanshufang.

Yun Yi walked forward and saw the man's face clearly. He looked like a free and easy-going person.

Well, to be honest, it seems a bit sloppy and out of touch.

"Um, hello."

"Hmm?" The man put the book down and looked up at Yun Yi, with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "Fairy, do you have any questions?"

"Hey, fellow Daoist, I want to ask if there is any other way to enter Hanshufang besides answering questions?"

The man shook the books and said, "Yes~"

Yun Yi's eyes lit up: "Really? What method?!"

The man supported his chin, looked up at him, and narrowed his eyes: "Kung Fu, donate a Kung Fu book."

Gongfa?

He paused for a moment, then said word by word: "Need, Xuan level or above~"

The man thought that after he told her the conditions, he would see a distressed look on such a beautiful face, but he didn't expect...

Yun Yi blinked, very surprised: "That's it?"

Now it was the man's turn to be surprised. He put away his nonchalant expression and asked, "You have it?"

"Yeah, yes!" She happened to have won it in a lottery, and she was thinking not to waste it, so she might as well learn it all. Now she has it.

Yun Yi's mood suddenly brightened. He randomly picked a jade slip from the system space. It was the jade slip of "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi" and handed it to him directly: "Is this okay?"

In the man's eyes, he seemed to not care at all, like the stupid son of a landlord.

Yun Yi didn’t understand, so he didn’t know how important the skills were to cultivators.

Why do so many people flock to immortal sects? Even independent cultivators still yearn for the immortal sects. One reason is because of the skills. To be able to establish a sect, it is natural that the skills must be passed down.

Most of the skills are controlled by the immortal sects. It can be said that the skills determine the future achievements of the disciples.

Another one is resources.

Both are indispensable.

Otherwise, why did everyone outside Hanshufang choose to fill in the questions, but no one chose to donate skills?

Note the word 'donate'.

Once you hand it over, you can never get it back.

This is even more daunting.

This is why the man sees Yun Yi as the silly son of a landlord. He doesn't know whether to say that she is inexperienced, heartless, or just rich and powerful.

Those who can easily donate their skills are all well-off and prominent figures.

But he looked at Yun Yi for a long time and really had no idea who he was.

The man put the book down, stood up, and bowed: "My name is Qingchuan, may I know the fairy's name?"

So suddenly?

Yun Yi responded with a greeting: "Yun Yi, the fairy pillars are like rain, just like the clouds covering the Yun Yi Palace."

"Picking the fence and facing the wind, it seems to be the road that is stopping the wind, what a good name for a fairy."

"You are too modest, my friend."

Qingchuan smiled and said, "Fairy Yun, please follow me."

Yun Yi's actions attracted the attention of many people. They thought it was just a simple conversation, but they saw Qingchuan leading people in, and now the scene became lively as if a hornet's nest had been stirred up.

"Is that person going to go in without answering the questions?"

"Wait, I remember that the condition for entering without answering questions is to donate your skills?!"

"Yes! It's a mysterious level technique!"

"Oh my god, which family is this disciple from?"

“Fairy! Fairy, look at me! I have dual spiritual roots, good talents and aptitude, and good physical strength. Take me in, I am willing to serve the fairy!”

"Ah, you're going to eat and take at the same time! What a nice thought!"

"That's right, look at me! I'm a physical practitioner! I'm strong and muscular, definitely stronger than him!"

"Don't be so funny. Anyone who can casually bring in a technique must have a strong background. Be careful of what you say."

This sentence immediately stopped those who wanted to join in the fun.

Before entering the door, Yun Yi glanced at everyone, and that glance seemed as cold as frost.