I conquered the cultivation world with scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

The sword can be poisonous, but it can do more than just poison.

The crowd outside the arena saw a thick, long flame appear in Wen Dao's hand, seemingly both tangible and intangible.

The flames in Wen Dao's hand had not yet reached the stage of materializing spiritual energy, but they were terrifyingly large.

In contrast, the flame in Jiang He's hand had turned into a mere flicker.

Wen Dao was incredibly fast; before he even reached her, the flames in his hand, carrying oleander powder, were already in front of Jiang He.

The intense heat of the flames assaulted our senses, and the scorching heat caused the surrounding temperature to rise several degrees.

Jiang He quickly retreated, holding her breath, until she reached the edge of the ring.

At that moment, half of Jiang He's eyebrows were burned off as soon as they touched the flames.

She watched the menacing swordsman and continued to hold her breath.

Indeed, the candidates who made it into the rankings were truly exceptional.

The speed of the scalpel increased.

faster and faster.

Jiang He watched the flames that were only a centimeter away from her eyes each time, and the repeated holding of her breath made her breathing a little erratic.

With increased strain on her heart, Jiang He was once again forced from the center of the ring to the edge.

Jiang He's foot was already halfway off the stage; if she fell off, she would lose the match.

A drop of sweat trickled down Jiang He's chin and onto her shoe as she gazed thoughtfully at Wen Dao.

At the limit, a sudden burst of spiritual energy erupted from the hidden and narrow spiritual vein.

"Oh no, number 4888 is going to fall off the ring. If he falls off the ring, he loses."

"She's already halfway out; Wen Dao is really strong."

"I didn't expect Wen Dao to have this skill. I only heard that he could use poison, but I didn't know that he could also control spiritual energy so well."

"This flame is almost taking shape. Spiritual energy materialization is a technique that only Nascent Soul stage cultivators can use, right?"

"It doesn't look like a manifestation of spiritual energy, but it's still amazing. If I were number 4888, I would feel the pressure reaching right to the top of my head. This flame is really huge."

When Jiang Yaoyi saw the flames of the Wen Dao ignite, a hint of joy appeared in her eyes.

Burn it, burn it.

The blazing fire is the better; ideally, it should disfigure Jiang He. After all, Jiang He tried to break up her engagement with Xie Xing, and this is the punishment she deserves.

Liu Yang was even more smug. Wen Dao knew how to use poison, and the Liu family's resources weren't given away for nothing. So many resources were piled up on one cultivator...

He smiled and moved closer to Jiang Yaoyi.

However, the smile vanished without a trace before it could last even a moment.

Jiang He felt the sudden surge of wind spirit energy at the limit.

The wind spirit vein continued to grow, absorbing wind spirit energy from the surrounding area.

This touch of ethereal energy made her feel as light as a swallow for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang He flashed from the edge of the arena to the ground ten meters away from Wen Dao.

"How come candidate number 4888 is faster? What the heck?"

"No, look closely, the spiritual energy surrounding candidate number 4888."

"It's a wind spirit root!"

If I'm not mistaken, candidate number 4888 should have made a slight advancement.

"Wow, the wind spirit root is a mutated spirit root. Cultivators with the wind spirit root are naturally much faster and more agile than other cultivators."

"It's just the college entrance exam, it can't be that serious that even a wind spirit root has appeared."

"??? Candidate number 4888 has a wind spirit root? When did this happen?"

"Have you forgotten? He has a useless spiritual root among the seven spiritual roots. Among the seven spiritual roots is the wind spiritual root."

Jiang Yaoyi immediately recognized the wind spirit energy on Jiang He's body, and she gripped Liu Yang's hand tightly.

Impossible. Jiang He is clearly a waste. Her cultivation is so slow. How could she have advanced directly and even awakened the Wind Spirit Root?

For a moment, intense resentment and jealousy filled Jiang Yaoyi's chest.

She looked at the people on the stage, her fingernails digging deeply into her palm with the other hand.

Liu Yang's smile had long since vanished without a trace. With the support of the wind spirit, Wen Dao was clearly not as easy to catch up with Jiang He as before.

Powder flew everywhere, various poisonous powders intertwined, and Jiang He faced the flames of Wen Dao again without backing down.

Instead, it forces out the abundant wind spirit energy within its body.

Jiang He could clearly feel that her cultivation level had risen again. Perhaps it was due to the stimulation of her potential. She felt that she was only a thin membrane, as thin as a cicada's wing, away from breaking through to the Foundation Establishment stage.

Jiang He's wind elemental power, combined with the poisonous powder carried by the vines, shot straight towards Wen Dao.

A gentle breeze swept by, and all the poison powder that Wen Dao had thrown at Jiang He returned to his own body.

Wen Dao dodged and weaved, but the wind came from all around.

In an instant, the poison powder floating in the air seemed to have a direction, all rushing towards Wen Dao.

The environment inside the arena is conserved, with neither wind nor waves.

The wind spirit energy in Jiang He's hands is that variable.

Her wind spirit energy wasn't very powerful, but the gentler it was, the more deadly it could be.

The breeze precisely delivered the poison powder to Wen Dao's mouth.

Upon realizing she possessed wind-elemental energy, Jiang He immediately released the wind the moment she created distance.

Wen Dao had not expected Jiang He to suddenly awaken her wind spirit power, so he was caught off guard.

As he inhaled the oleander powder, his consciousness became hazy, and he gradually lost sight of people and objects. Even the flame in his hand went out.

Wen Dao braced himself with one hand on the ground, forcing himself to stay awake, but the poison from the larkspur made it difficult for him to breathe, his face turned cyanotic, and even the frequency of his breathing gradually decreased.

He fell to the ground, and a trouser leg came into view.

Seeing Wen Dao reap what he sowed, Jiang He held her breath and walked toward him.

The vines in her hands lifted the writing knife little by little.

Wen Dao's consciousness was already impaired at this moment, and he was unable to utter a word to admit defeat.

Since the person did not fall to the ground, the robot did not make a sound to start the countdown competition.

The surrounding cultivators were astonished by what they saw on the arena.

"What is candidate number 4888 doing?"

"Wen Dao was already poisoned, wasn't he? This poison is deadly. If he had been rushed to the hospital immediately after the match, he could have survived."

Seeing this, Liu Yang was already so angry he jumped up:

"You bitch, she wants Wen Dao dead! No, Wen Dao can't just die like this."

Liu Yang released Jiang Yaoyi's hand and ran to the arena where Jiang He and Wen Dao were fighting, pressing the red button repeatedly.

There is a red button next to each ring, which is set up to prevent unexpected situations or cheating outside the competition.

Liu Yang pressed the button and a robot came over in less than ten seconds, and the Shenzhou Education Bureau and the teachers in charge of the competition arrived at the scene very quickly.

"what happens."

A female official with a full head of silver hair but a silent expression spoke, her aged voice carrying a hint of seriousness.

"Jiang He, that candidate number 4888, she committed intentional homicide! She is challenging the authority of the college entrance examination!"

Liu Yang shouted and yelled, watching Wen Dao's head gradually lower. Thinking of the blame his family would bring after Wen Dao's death, his tone unconsciously became urgent:

"Help! Save him! Wen Dao is a member of the Liu family. Our Liu family has many businesses throughout China. If you don't save him today..."

"enough."

The aged female voice, carrying an air of authority, directly stopped Liu Yang from uttering his unspoken words.