Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

Butler Qiu glanced around and, seeing no objections, said, "Then let's begin the magic test."

"I'll explain the assessment rules to you clearly."

"There are fifteen personal sword attendants of the ladies present. All of these sword attendants are cultivators who have advanced twice in their cultivation realm. Their lowest realm is the Devouring Fiend Realm. You may choose any one of them to challenge."

Leaping over the steps.

The advancement ceremony that a cultivator must go through in order to break through to the next level.

If successful, one's strength will increase exponentially, with the most significant improvement in the physical body, resulting in a great leap in life level.

Having ascended to higher realms twice, one's physical body cannot be harmed except by evil-level techniques and evil-level magical artifacts.

Upon hearing this, everyone was quite surprised. They hadn't expected that it wouldn't be a contest of magic among their own group, but rather a battle against the lady's personal swordswoman. They immediately realized something was wrong and their hearts sank.

The difference between each realm of cultivators is like the difference between clouds and mud.

It is absolutely impossible for someone to defeat a cultivator who is one level higher than themselves.

Not to mention cultivators who are two realms higher.

That's like an ant trying to shake a tree, or a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Seeing this, Steward Qiu knew what everyone was thinking, so he changed the subject and said, "This magic test is not about you defeating them, but about finding a way to get the sword tassel from the sword servant."

"The sword attendant will stand still and will not use any spells, supernatural powers or magical artifacts, allowing you to make any moves to take the sword tassel."

"If the sword attendant makes a move, you will be automatically considered the winner."

If the item cannot be obtained within one incense stick's time, it is considered eliminated.

"Conversely, if the sword tassel is found within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, then the winner is considered to have won."

"Ultimately, the winner will be determined by who finishes in the longest time. Do you understand?"

Upon hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and shouted, "We understand!"

Even if they accumulated their magical power to the thickness of billions of coins, their cultivation level remained at the Turbid Food Realm.

It is absolutely impossible to forcibly snatch the sword tassel from a sword servant at the Devouring Fiend Realm using only magic power and spells.

Fortunately, sword servants have many limitations, but as long as they use magic reasonably, they still have a good chance of obtaining the sword tassel.

Fifteen female sword attendants stepped forward, their arms crossed over their chests, their expressions icy. They were all of exceptional beauty and figure, dressed in uniform green long skirts, each carrying a long sword with a red tassel hanging from its hilt.

Everyone observed them carefully and found that it was impossible to judge which one was the weakest based on appearance alone. Therefore, they all turned their attention to Zhou Qingfeng, wanting to see how this emerging genius would choose.

Zhou Qingfeng stood with his hands behind his back, appearing calm, but inwardly he was quite flustered. "Why are you looking at me like that? Do you want me to test the waters for you? Are you kidding me? You're smart, but I'm not stupid either."

"Stop dawdling and dragging your feet! Watch closely, I'll set an example for you!" Ye Tingxiu was young and impetuous, and in order to regain his lost face, he quickly rallied and turned to the weapon rack next to him to pick up a ring-pommel sword.

He then pointed to a female swordswoman and said, "You're the prettiest and most pleasing to the eye, so I'll challenge you!"

Upon hearing this, the female swordswoman's eyes flashed with a fleeting smile. Although being challenged by a nobody was unpleasant, she had to admit, "Little brat, you have good taste. I admire you!"

The female swordswoman extended one hand and said calmly, "Come on, show me."

"Mysterious Fire Burning Blade!" Ye Tingxiu drew the blade with one hand, discarded the scabbard, and stroked the blade with the other, as a black flame gradually ignited on the blade.

Butler Qiu brought out the incense burner, lit the incense, and said, "Start the timer!"

Ye Tingxiu took a step forward and leaped up, shouting, "Little wench, take this!"

With a powerful downward slash, the ring-pommel blade unleashed a devastating attack, the black flames swirling around the blade creating a trail of afterimages, resembling a roaring black dragon from the abyss. The sheer force of the attack was awe-inspiring, and the terrifying destructive power could be felt even from a distance.

The female swordswoman stood still, without blinking, only slightly turning her head to dodge the blade. Just as the blade was about to land on her shoulder, she raised a hand and gently flicked the blade.

"Clang~~~" The blade let out a mournful cry, and a powerful force from the delicate fingers repelled the blade, sending the ring-pommel sword flying more than ten meters away.

"How...is this possible..." Ye Tingxiu stared at his hands in disbelief, as if he were completely stunned.

The female swordswoman seemingly slowly extended a single index finger and skillfully flicked Ye Tingxiu's forehead.

With a muffled thud, Ye Tingxiu was flung hundreds of feet away by a finger, crashing into the wall like a cannonball, leaving a complete dent in his human form that couldn't be removed.

The female swordswoman slowly withdrew her hand: "Little brat, you dare to attack head-on, your courage is commendable, but it's a pity you can't even hold your sword properly."

Ye Tingxiu's forehead was flushed red, and his vision was blurry. He remained defiant, still hanging on the wall, saying, "I refuse to accept this..."

The female swordswoman crossed her arms and waited for the challengers. She knew exactly what she would do; she would only injure them temporarily, not kill them, since these people would become important talents for the First Family in the future.

Everyone who witnessed this scene felt a chill run down their spines.

Ye Tingxiu may not be the strongest among his group, but he is definitely among the top.

However, this guy was instantly defeated by a female swordswoman using only one finger.

Butler Qiu, expressionless, pulled out the incense stick and announced to everyone, "Ye Tingxiu is eliminated!"

Ye Tingxiu's defeat with a single finger dealt a heavy blow to everyone's confidence, and for a moment no one dared to challenge him again.

Seeing this, Butler Qiu frowned slightly: "Are you going to give up?"

Everyone fell silent, knowing they were doomed to defeat, so why make a fool of themselves?

The sword servant was too strong, so strong that everyone felt powerless. They thought that if the sword servant didn't use magic or magical artifacts, they could at least fight back and forth, but the result was so despairing.

Let alone obtaining the sword tassel from the sword servant, even avoiding being instantly killed by the sword servant with a single finger is a problem.

After inquiring but receiving no response, Butler Qiu was immediately angered by their lack of ambition. These people were all exceptional talents, yet their character was so poor. How could they be entrusted with important responsibilities and stand on their own in the future?

More importantly, if they fail, doesn't that prove that I have poor judgment in choosing people?

Taking a deep breath, Butler Qiu said, "Cultivating by consuming turbid qi is inherently a perilous path of facing death and forging ahead without hesitation."

"Since you have the opportunity to embark on the path of cultivation, you must have the courage to forge ahead and the will to never give up."

"Ye Tingxiu, he knew he was no match for him, yet he dared to draw his sword and challenge a strongman."

"Yes, a direct, head-on attack is as stupid as pigs and dogs, but at least he has a fearless heart."

"And you don't even have the courage to face the strong."

"If you back down just because you're afraid of failure, you're destined to be a bunch of weaklings."

Upon hearing this, everyone blushed with shame.

Zhou Qingfeng stood silently in the crowd, not out of fear of battle.

Instead, he was thinking about how to get the sword tassel from the sword servant.

With no one willing to fight, and Steward Qiu having gone to such lengths, it seems we can't wait any longer.

Zhou Qingfeng stepped forward, bowed, and clasped his hands, saying, "I am willing to give it a try."