Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

The Han emperor, captivated by beauty, longed for a woman who could topple a kingdom, but after ruling the land for many years,

Mo Yuan was captivated by the very first sentence.

These simple fourteen characters encapsulate the king, his personality, the state of the country, and the political background, containing a wealth of information and serving as the opening of a magnificent story.

After reading it in one go, Mo Yuan's hands trembled with excitement.

"It has appeared, the song we have been looking for has appeared."

Wen Xianren stood up abruptly, snatched the exam paper from Mo Yuan's hand, and began to read it carefully.

Then, the ancestor laughed and danced with his hands and feet.

"Haha, thank goodness, it really happened!"

Seeing the excited expressions of Mo Yuan and Wen Xianren, two literary giants, the other three knew that the poems and essays in the exam paper must be exceptionally brilliant, surpassing all others of the past and present.

The three of them read it in one go and burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"It has appeared, it has really appeared, and it will surely be remembered for all time."

The three hundred examiners were attracted and gathered around to watch.

Then, a burst of maniacal laughter echoed from the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

"A masterpiece for all time, a masterpiece for all time."

"Promoted to fifty countries, spreading throughout the southern regions."

"Haha, we should all follow the 'Song of Everlasting Regret' and be remembered for eternity."

"Calculate the score, quick, do the math."

Mo Yuan shouted, "Calculate the scores! This is the procedure, and no one can break it!"

They were very eager to know who wrote "The Song of Everlasting Regret," but since the points hadn't been tallied yet, they couldn't open the envelope to see the name.

Mo Yuan flipped through the exam paper. Every question was answered neatly and precisely, with strong, bold strokes in a style of calligraphy he had never seen before.

"Which country's genius is he?"

Mo Yuan guessed that such geniuses usually appeared in the three major kingdoms: Guangxiang Kingdom, Demon Scorpion Kingdom, and Crescent Moon Kingdom.

Mo Yuan, a famous student from Guangxiang Kingdom, is well-known. Fan Tiexue, the most outstanding student in the Youzi class, is the best in both literature and martial arts in the academy. Feng Wuhen is also good, but none of them can reach this level.

The level of "The Song of Everlasting Regret" is not only several levels higher than that of their three hundred examiners, but also probably few people from fifty countries throughout history could compare with it.

Mo Yuan prayed in his heart that the person who wrote "The Song of Everlasting Regret" was a genius from some region of Guangxiang Kingdom.

Wen Xianren also had high hopes for the name, hoping that the candidate was from the Crescent Moon Kingdom, but he knew that the author of "The Song of Everlasting Regret" was not Dong Hao.

Then, the Crescent Moon Kingdom would never produce such outstanding individuals again.

The scoring was very fast, and the exam papers were divided into eight groups.

Scores of 90 and above, 85 and above, and 80 and above are grouped into groups of five, while scores below 60 are grouped into another group.

Guo Ming, a bachelor in the group with scores above 90, held his exam paper and said with trembling hands.

"Scholar Mo Yuan, fellow scholars, the examination paper in my hand is the examination paper for 'The Song of Everlasting Regret'."

More than 300 people stared at Guo Ming, not understanding what he wanted to say. He was the one who approved the exam paper, but in the end, it was Mo Yuan who finalized the score. The first examiner to be remembered for thousands of years was Mo Yuan, and only then did it come to him.

Don't you know the rules? Do you want to take all the credit for understanding the question?

Young man, getting a chance to see the exam paper is luck, not ability.

It's inappropriate to try and claim all the credit for understanding the exam questions.

Guo Ming turned the exam paper over, his voice low and filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"This exam paper is a perfect score."

What? A perfect score?

Poetry, lyrics, and songs celebrate the heavens and earth.

From the time the Heroes' Gathering was held until today, 550 years and 101 rounds have passed, and there has never been a perfect score.

As the saying goes, "In literature, there is no first place, but in martial arts, there is no second place." Scholars will have different interpretations of each poem, so no one can get a perfect score.

Unlike "The Song of Everlasting Regret," after 300 people watched it, they all gave it a perfect score.

It was also because "The Song of Everlasting Regret" was so stunning that they hadn't even had time to digest it after reading it. Before they could even look at the questions, the next examiner snatched it away, causing everyone to miss the fact that all the previous questions were perfect scores.

The five-person evaluation team looked at each other, and Mo Yuan, as the person in charge, spoke loudly.

"True gold fears no fire. Since a perfect score has appeared on the exam, we do not deny his ability. However, a perfect score has never appeared in the poetry and prose section of the Elite Gathering before. Since it has appeared today, why don't all of us examiners review the question together and give the final score to make it public?"

Wen Xianren stepped forward and said with a smile, "What Scholar Mo said is absolutely right. If you have written such an amazing poem as 'Song of Everlasting Regret,' your other poems must also be unparalleled in history. Let us all appreciate them together. Guo Ming, you read them and we will listen."

They have limited time and it's impossible for all 300 people to watch the questions individually. The best way is for one person to read the questions aloud while everyone else listens, so that they can understand the questions as quickly as possible.

Guo Ming bowed to everyone, stood on the high platform, and spoke loudly.

"This is a font I've never seen before, with strong, elegant strokes and a neat, clean surface."

After speaking, Guo Ming held up the college entrance examination paper so that everyone could see the text on it clearly.

"Oh my, I've never seen this before either. Mr. Wang, you're a grandmaster in the calligraphy world. What kind of writing style is this?"

Old Wang gave an awkward laugh, revealing that he only had three teeth in his mouth.

"I apologize for my ignorance, esteemed scholars. I have never seen such calligraphy before."

Guo Ming flipped through the exam paper. "The first question is about two poems, both titled 'Sympathy for the Peasants'."

"The first poem: Hoeing the fields at noon, sweat drips onto the soil. Who knows that every grain in the bowl is the result of hard work?"

"The second poem: Sow one grain of millet in spring, reap ten thousand grains in autumn. There is no idle land under heaven, yet farmers still starve to death."

"Distinguished scholars, please give your scores."

A middle-aged man stood up and said loudly, "The first question required students to understand the artistic conception of the painting and to describe the implied meaning within it. I reviewed the exam paper and found that it fully met the requirements and was written with exceptional literary talent, so I gave it full marks. I will give it full marks again this time."

"A fine poem. It not only depicts the suffering of the people, but also their hunger and death despite growing grain. It perfectly captures the sentiment of criticizing the government's inaction. I give it full marks."

"Yes, full marks, meaningless."

And so, one question after another passed the review, all of them getting full marks, which was meaningless.

Guo Ming handed the exam paper to Mo Yuan with both hands: "Scholar Mo Yuan, the scores have all been calculated. Please open the exam paper for the candidates."

Mo Yuan did not refuse. As the person in charge, if he did not open the seal on the perfect score test paper, who would?

As he tore off the seal, Mo Yuan felt a pang in his heart. The person's name was unfamiliar; he was neither Mo Li's student nor a student from previous years.

Suppressing her regret, Mo Li announced the results in a loud voice.

"The name of the candidate who scored full marks is Zheng Qian."

"Zheng Qian? Which country's examinee is this? Scholar Mo Yuan, are you from your Guangxiang Kingdom?"

No, I don't know him.

"From the Scorpion Kingdom?"

"No, I've never heard of such a person."

"The Crescent Moon Kingdom?"

Wen Xianren sighed deeply: "Please forgive my ignorance, everyone. Of the three hundred candidates from the Crescent Moon Kingdom, not one is named Zheng Qian."

"If it's not one of the three powerful nations, then which country's genius could it be?"

After a round of conversation among three hundred people, not a single one recognized Zheng Qian.

They stayed in the Hall of Mental Cultivation for a month, during which they either set exam questions or copied them, cutting off all contact with the outside world.

Zheng Qian had only been in Guangxiang Kingdom for a little over ten days, so naturally they didn't know each other.

Inside the examination room, Zheng Qian, who had scored full marks, turned over and slept soundly.