Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

The number of casting masters who passed the preliminary test decreased sharply, and the candidates who were knocked unconscious by the smoke rushed into the second test.

This round tests creativity and fine-tuning skills, requiring the caster to use the given materials to create a top-grade sacred artifact.

To ensure fairness and focus, and mainly to prevent the candidates from being stigmatized by Li Jian again, each weapon craftsman was assigned a separate, soundproof weapon-forging room.

The candidates lamented their disappointment, as they had hoped to secure a guaranteed admission spot.

This was a good thing for Li Jian, at least he didn't have to worry about accidentally hurting others and could temporarily avoid those strange looks.

The weapon-refining room was fully equipped with tools, aided by array formations, and had an excellent environment.

However, the curse on the body has not yet disappeared.

In the quiet, enclosed space, his craving for excrement intensified, even more so than that for a dog.

He had just gone to the outhouse to wait, but unfortunately, the outhouse at this Foundry Masters' Conference also had its own flushing and cleaning function. He ran in with great enthusiasm, but came up empty-handed.

Before him lay precious spiritual crystals and wind-feather silver, requiring extremely precise energy guidance and shaping, yet his hands trembled with inner turmoil.

"Calm down...you must calm down!"

The gag that had been wrapped around his mouth had been removed when he entered the examination room. Sweating, Li Jian focused his mind, threw in the fire, and began to smelt the materials.

The stench emanated from his own mouth, filling the small weapon-refining room, but fortunately, he couldn't smell his own bad breath.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the weapon-refining room.

The five judges, led by Li Gang, entered to inspect the candidates' preparation and initial techniques, as is customary.

Li Gang had a stern face.

His son made a huge fool of himself during the first test, bringing shame to the Li family. He really didn't want to acknowledge this son anymore.

However, the son has always been flamboyant, and as soon as he arrived at Shengguang Peak, he spread the word that "my dad is Li Gang" to everyone.

"President Li, this is your son's examination room. Come on, let's get ready."

One of the referees took out five thick face masks.

Li Gang's face twitched, and he said seriously, "I don't need this."

"Huh?" The other person was taken aback, then quickly nodded with a smile: "Okay, then the four of us will put them on."

Li Gang, with his chest puffed out, opened the door a crack.

A foul stench, straight to the top of one's head, entered through the nose, assaulted the mouth, and shook the chest.

"Give me one." He snatched the last mask and quickly put it on.

If he had been a second later, he would have almost vomited on the spot.

“Li Jian! We’re here to patrol…” Li Gang spoke solemnly, with an air of selflessness.

But then Li Jian suddenly turned his head, his eyes glowing with an eerie green light.

"Your son seems a bit off."

"Yes, Chairman Li, why don't you go and take a look?"

Li Gang also sensed something was wrong. Just as he was about to go over, a referee suddenly let out a loud fart.

"Ah, the chairman hosted a banquet yesterday, and I ate a bit too much," he explained awkwardly.

"Ah...slurp..." Li Jian's eyes immediately lit up, and he slurped his saliva.

He stared intently at the referee, then his gaze shifted downwards and locked onto the referee's buttocks!

In a flash, he pounced on him like a tiger, grabbing his leg and pulling him closer.

His nostrils flared, and a look of fascination and longing crossed his face as he murmured, "Excellent ingredients... always come from excellent individuals. Ah, I smell a feast..."

"What...what are you doing?!" The referee was so frightened that he took a step back and almost knocked over the equipment rack behind him.

The other referees were also stunned, hardly believing what they were seeing.

"Don't run away, Xiangbao." Li Jian licked his lips and crawled over with determination.

"You wicked creature!!" Li Gang could no longer contain himself and roared.

Forget about referee image and competition rules, he rushed up and grabbed Li Jian by the collar, his large, fan-like hands slapping him repeatedly across the face!

"I'll make you lose face! I'll teach you to talk nonsense! I'll make you... I'll make you smell it!"

Li Gang was hitting and cursing at the same time, trembling with anger.

His strength was at the peak of the God of War realm, and his strength was extremely fierce. After a few slaps, Li Jian was directly slapped until he saw stars, his nose was bruised and swollen, and blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The intense pain finally subsided, temporarily suppressing the strange desire.

Li Jian was stunned by the beating and slumped to the ground. Looking at his furious father and the disgusted and fearful eyes of the referees around him, he finally came to his senses and realized what he had just done. He was filled with shame and indignation.

Panting, Li Gang pointed at Li Jian's nose and yelled, "I'll give you the time it takes for an incense stick to burn to clean yourself up! If you dare to spout nonsense again or do anything that disgraces the family, I'll personally cripple your cultivation and expel you from the family! Get up and continue the assessment!"

After saying that, Li Gang, his face ashen, led the other referees, whose expressions were strange, and hurriedly left the weapon-refining room, as if staying there for even a second longer would be suffocating.

Li Jian covered his burning face, tears of humiliation welling up in his eyes.

He struggled to his feet, looking at the half-finished product on the refining platform, its spiritual energy disrupted by the earlier farce, and his heart was filled with resentment.

"It's all her fault! I'll make her pay!"

He will search high and low for the woman who cursed him, even though she was eliminated in the preliminary rounds!

Suddenly, his toe kicked a small bottle, and his eyes lit up.

It was a top-grade super stone that his father had just secretly left for him. As long as it was incorporated into the ore liquid, it could greatly enhance the level of the treasures he forged, and it would be done without anyone noticing!

His confidence was restored, and he focused his mind on dealing with the nearly unusable material.

In the end, it took far longer than expected to forge a decent but mediocre high-grade sacred artifact.

A bolt of lightning struck, flooding his examination room.

I barely passed the second round of testing.

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Li Jian practically staggered as he rushed out of the weapon-refining room.

His cheeks burned with pain; his father's slaps had been merciless, leaving clear finger marks and bruises, making his face swell up like a pig's head.

He gritted his teeth, his chest filled with humiliation and anger, and for the time being, he no longer craved excrement.

All around were other foundry workers who had finished their assessments or were waiting for inspections, and they were all wearing masks.

It is said that these were temporarily distributed by the organizers to protect the test takers.

When the crowd saw his appearance, they were first taken aback, then their eyes turned strange, mixed with undisguised mockery and schadenfreude.

The whispers, as soft as mosquitoes, clearly penetrated his ears:

"I heard his dad beat him up...tsk tsk, that face..."

"Why did you beat him up..."

"Shh, I'll tell you quietly..."

"Damn, get away from me, it smells awful!"

Li Jian suddenly looked up and glared fiercely at the source of the sound.

Those people immediately fell silent, or turned their heads away or lowered their heads, but he still felt uncomfortable all over.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, wishing he could rush up and tear everyone to pieces.

But he can't.

This is the Weapon Makers' Conference, and his father is still inside as a referee. He can't cause any more trouble, or he might really be disqualified on the spot, or even... he doesn't dare to think about what his father might do in his rage.

All his anger was focused on one target.

That vulgar woman whose full name he didn't even know!

"It's all her fault! It must be her doing!" Li Jian roared inwardly.

From the moment the conflict started today, he's been acting like he's possessed!

This is no coincidence!

He was like an enraged bull, snorting and rampaging through the area where the test takers were gathered.

Relying on the superior-grade sacred artifact boots on his feet, he moved with extreme speed, forcefully pushing through the crowd, grabbing each female weapon crafter, and directly tearing off their masks.

"You! It's you?"

"No... Get out of here!"

"Get out of the way! Stay out of the way!"

He roughly grabbed the shoulders or arms of the female candidates, forcibly turning their faces to look at them, completely ignoring their screams and angry shouts.

He must find her!

immediately! immediately!

He wanted to expose her evil magic in front of everyone and make her kneel down and beg for mercy!

The female foundry workers who were harassed by him were both shocked and furious.

Some cursed out loud, while many more turned pale with fright, too afraid to speak out.

The scene was in chaos.

The association deacons who were maintaining order rushed over upon hearing the news. When they saw that it was Li Jian, they hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to handle the situation.

Li Jian turned the place upside down, leaving no corner unchecked except for the private rooms of the supreme referees.

However, no.

There was no sign of the woman in coarse clothes anywhere.

He stood in the middle of the crowd, like a trapped beast that couldn't find its way.

Anger and humiliation.

"Heh...hehe..." He suddenly let out a twisted laugh, drawing the attention of those around him.

"As expected... as expected, a piece of trash! A failure who couldn't even pass the preliminary test! He should have been eliminated long ago, right? He can only hide in that dilapidated market down there like a rat in the gutter!"

He tried to calm his turbulent emotions with this thought.

Yes, that must be the case!

That bitch has no right to stand here!

She only deserves to stay at the foot of the mountain and mingle with those filthy mercenaries and peddlers!

Thinking about it this way, he felt a little better, but it wasn't nearly enough.

He raised his head, gazing at the summit of Holy Light Peak, his eyes flashing with a mad and obsessive light.

He suddenly raised his hand, ignoring the astonished gazes of everyone around him, and with all his might, he growled hoarsely:

"I, Li Jian, hereby swear! In the name of the Creator God! After this conference ends, even if I have to search the entire Brilliant Continent and dig three feet into the ground, I will definitely drag that wicked woman out! I will make her pay a thousandfold price for what happened today! I will make her wish she were dead!"

His voice, amplified by spiritual energy, carried out, causing a stir among the crowd.

Who is he talking about?

"I don't know, his mouth is wide open, quickly cover your nose."

Everyone thought that the young master of Yanyang City had probably gone mad.

Li Gang, who was in the referee's room, was so angry when he suddenly heard his son's vow that he almost fainted.

He wanted nothing more than to rush up and slap this disgraceful creature a few times across the face. And in the name of the Creator God? Would the Creator God even bother with your petty nonsense?

But in front of everyone, he held back. Forget it, he couldn't control this son anymore, and he didn't want to anymore.

After Li Jian finished making the oath, it was as if he had accomplished a major task, and the anger in his chest subsided somewhat.

With a cold snort, he dragged his tired and aching body toward the rest area assigned to those who had passed through.

He needs rest, heals his wounds, and, most importantly, conserves his energy.

Because the final, life-or-death test is about to begin.

When that time comes, he will use his last trump card—celadon.

He not only wanted to win the conference, but also wanted to use this opportunity to make all those who looked down on him open their eyes!