Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

Even Xiao Yunqi was taken aback.

This statement, even if Chen Hong himself were to take the stage, he might not be able to accomplish it, right?

Could it be as said, that his younger brother is stronger than him?

Hu Mei’Er was also stunned. She had planned to tease him, but never expected him to say such words.

After a moment of silence, Hu Mei’Er suddenly covered her mouth and giggled. Even if he himself took the stage, he might not be able to do it, right?

If that’s the case, there’s a good show to watch.

”Then I shall wait and see,” Hu Mei’Er said with a smile.

Wu Lu, who had remained silent from beginning to end, was now looking at ”Chen Hong” in surprise.

If his younger brother’s strength and talent surpassed his, wouldn’t that mean he was a Second-Grade Martial Artist at a young age?

If that’s truly the case, then Xin’Er’s matter could be done.

Xiao Yunxi and the others were also dumbfounded. They knew full well that the so-called younger brother was actually Chen Mo himself.

This meant he had to go on personally.

When he gives his all, and his aura is revealed, wouldn’t everything be exposed?

Moreover, in the final bout of the martial arts examination, when two people fight, one will surely be injured.

Those who can compete for the first place naturally have high martial prowess and certainly won’t hold back when the time comes.

Once the fight begins, they worry that Chen Mo might encounter some accident.

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The martial arts examination is divided into riding skills, mounted archery, heavy lifting, and sparring.

Of course, there is also a written test.

But in these special times, just knowing how to read suffices, it’s just a formality.

Riding skills mean reaching the end point within the stipulated time on horseback to pass.

Naturally, there are some obstacles along the way.

In the first round, Chen Mo did not participate.

Thousand Faces could ride a horse, and he was a martial artist. Riding his own Snow Dragon Steed, passing this round was not an issue.

Besides, the racecourse was some distance from the grandstand, and even a First Grade Martial Artist wouldn’t notice anything from such a distance.

Even if they sensed something, Chen Mo wasn’t worried.

At the very least, in the private box, letting them know the two were not the same person would suffice.

Moreover, Xiao Yunqi, Hu Mei’Er, and the others hadn’t had close contact with the younger brother he fabricated.

Therefore, they were not familiar with the ”brother” Chen Mo spoke of.

They naturally couldn’t discern if he was real or fake.

When he takes the stage eventually, he can just isolate his aura, he has the strength to do so.

Therefore, in the first round.

Thousand Faces, pretending to be Chen Hong, did not exhibit any particularly outstanding performance.

Instead, it was Li Weiqiu, dressed in splendid robes and with the Myriad Swords Manor emblem embroidered on his chest.

Wu Chang’an, Wu Lu’s eldest legitimate son.

And another person, Peng Yun, whose origins were still unknown, who performed spectacularly.

Because they reached the endpoint with the first, second, and third highest scores, respectively.

As for Chen Mo, he only just met the standard.

However, even by the first round, some were still eliminated.

Because those who didn’t pass the first round were not qualified to proceed to the second round.

The second round, mounted archery.

There were a total of six moving targets and eight stationary ones on the martial arts training ground.

Hitting a moving target earned ten points.

A stationary target earned five points.

A total of one hundred points.

One only needs to score sixty to pass.

Chen Mo still did not take part, leisurely sipping tea in the private box, not speaking, maintaining a cold and aloof demeanor, also preparing for what came next.

The ”Chen Mo,” impersonated by Thousand Faces, still did not put on an impressive performance, barely passing with a score of sixty-five.

Li Weiqiu, on the other hand, moved forward with the demeanor of someone set on claiming the top prize, drawing cheers from all around.

Because not only did Li Weiqiu hit all the moving and stationary targets, but he also hit the bullseye every time.

Moreover, he did it in the shortest time.

Surpassing the other Innate Martial Artists, like Peng Yun and Wu Chang’an, who also hit all targets and hit the bullseye.

The official’s daughters, madams, and others watching from the tall building’s window, all had eyes shining, looking fervently at Li Weiqiu, treating him as their ideal husband, their perfect match.

”Didn’t Chen Hong say he could compete for the top prize? Why are both rounds just standard passes? It leaves me a bit disappointed!”

Zhao Chong had somewhat favorable feelings towards Chen Hong.

Although he was Xiao Yunqi’s man, it was himself who let his mother cultivate him beforehand and let him train in the Feather Nirvana Heart Scripture, Child Fire version.

This way, no matter what, Chen Hong couldn’t escape his mother’s control.

Zhao Chong was Xiao Yunxi’s own son, blood is thicker than water. Unlike Zhao Ji, he was born after Xiao Yunxi’s ten months of pregnancy.

Therefore, Zhao Chong believed that regardless of what the future held, Xiao Yunxi would stand by his side.

So, naturally, Chen Hong would also be on his side.

Chen Hong’s younger brother’s mediocrity left Zhao Chong slightly disappointed.

”Brother Emperor, something exciting is still ahead, don’t be impatient, I believe in my junior brother.” As she spoke, Zhao Fujin glanced at Chen Mo’s private box, thinking to herself, why hasn’t junior brother taken the field?

”Oh?!” Zhao Chong perked up slightly.

While Zhao Jiangning’s gaze never left Chen Mo’s private box, only pretending to lower her head unintentionally when she noticed someone looking at her.

As the mounted archery round concluded, drums sounded loudly at the site, signaling the end of mounted archery and the start of the next round.

Of course, those who passed could also take a rest.

However, Li Weiqiu didn’t rest, he dismounted immediately and headed toward the heavy lifting area, determined to claim the top spot in the martial arts exam with the most dazzling display, allowing the name of Myriad Swords Manor to once again resonate across the world.

As he headed to the heavy lifting area, he glanced at Chen Mo heading towards the restroom, feeling a bit disappointed.

Initially, he had some interest in Chen Mo.

Unexpectedly, he amounted to nothing.

Wu Chang’an likewise didn’t rest but headed straight to the heavy lifting area.

Having been a Second-Grade Martial Artist for some time, he was determined to secure the top martial artist title.

Of course, he’s not competing for the top spot to serve the Imperial Court or anything, he simply wants to showcase himself in front of Zhao Fujin, proving he is worthy of her.

As he walked toward the heavy lifting area, he deliberately looked back at Zhao Fujin’s private box, showing a smile.

However, Zhao Fujin felt nothing but aversion towards Wu Chang’an.

These days, Wu Chang’an persistently bothered her, making her extremely annoyed, like a fly buzzing around her ears, impossible to shoo away.

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The heavy lifting area.

Placed there were three massive tripods.

Weighing four thousand jin, eight thousand jin, and ten thousand jin, respectively.

Anyone who could lift over four thousand jin could advance to the next round.

Those who couldn’t lift it were eliminated.

However, even if eliminated, they were greatly valued by the military, having passed the riding skills and mounted archery over two days, they could join the army and take on a captain or even a commander position without needing to earn merits.

And the eight thousand jin and ten thousand jin massive tripods were entirely for contestants to showcase themselves.

At the same time, providing other contestants a mental benchmark.

So when it comes to the sparring round, if one faces a contestant who lifted the ten thousand jin massive tripod, they have the choice to admit defeat or continue fighting, thus avoiding unnecessary suffering.