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What a terrible situation. Even with his powerful memory, he had been able to memorize only one-third of the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯!

Such being the case, he would fail the test again once the five minutes had passed… now then, was the paper with the complete version of the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ that Su Wenqu had left on the table next to him still there?

What would he do if Su Wenqu’s test paper had disappeared?

Would he be stuck in this place forever?

That would be truly scary!

But right at this time, that dignified echoed once again. “Write down from memory the complete version of the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯. You have five minutes of time.”

At the same time, an extra blank paper appeared on his table. The old test paper was folded and moved to one corner of the table so as to avoid causing him trouble while he was writing the text again.

If he couldn’t write down from memory the entirety of the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯, he would be stuck in this small black room forever.

As such, Song Shuhang had no other choice but to grab the writing brush and write down the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ again.

After taking the brush in hand, he ‘drew’ on the paper the pictures of the part of the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ he had memorized.

After he finished drawing the content, more than three minutes had passed already.

Song Shuhang was now even more worried. Drawing these ancient characters was rather complex. At this pace, even if he were to memorize the complete version of the text, he would need around nine minutes to draw all the ancient characters that composed the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯.

He felt as if he was going through a hellish training!

Could he ask for external aid?

Song Shuhang subconsciously stretched out his hand into his clothes and tried to take out his mobile phone or the thousand mile sound transmitter. But when he searched his clothes, he discovered that his size-reducing purse was missing.

Since my size-reducing purse isn’t here with me, does it mean that I didn’t enter this strange place with my physical body, but with my consciousness instead? Song Shuhang thought to himself.

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Very soon, the five minutes passed.

The surrounding walls lowered once more and disappeared into the ground.

After the walls disappeared, Song Shuhang couldn’t help but glance in the direction of the nearby table…

The table, the chair, and Su Wenqu’s version of the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ were still there. So lucky!

Song Shuhang immediately looked at Su Wenqu’s test paper and tried to memorize everything he could.

At the same time, that dignified voice reverberated in his ears once again. “All those that successfully write down from memory the text will be able to leave this place, and they will obtain the ‘Heaven and Earth Worshipping Brush’, a scholarly treasure of the Third Stage rank. Those that failed the test will make a fresh start in twenty breaths and will have to write down the text again. The time limit is still five minutes.”

Twenty breaths later…

“Rumble, rumble, rubmle~” The walls rose from the ground once again.

Then, another blank paper appeared on Song Shuhang’s table as the old paper was folded and moved to one side.

Song Shuhang tried to stretch out his hand and touch the old, folded paper test. However, there was a strange force separating him and the test paper; Song Shuhang was unable to touch it.

“Dammit, if only the old paper test hadn’t been folded…” Song Shuhang heaved a sigh. Had the old paper test been visible, he would have simply copied the content of the old paper onto the new one. It would have been somewhat faster than writing down the whole thing from memory.

Time slowly passed by.

Five minutes later, the walls lowered with a rumbling sound.

Song Shuhang quickly glanced at Su Wenqu’s test paper, trying once again to memorize the content of the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ written above. This time, Song Shuhang finally managed to memorize the complete version of the prose poetry!

Even if he didn’t know the meaning of those ancient characters, he could rely on his memory to draw them on his own paper, successfully transcribing the whole ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯.

In addition, since he had gained some experience, the time it took him to draw the ancient characters had now diminished.

This time, I must absolutely pass the test! Song Shuhang thought to himself.

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Twenty breaths later…

The walls rose from the ground with a rumbling sound.

This time, Song Shuhang immediately grabbed the writing brush dipped it in ink. Then, as soon as the blank paper appeared, he started to draw on it.

Then, just in this fashion, the lengthy ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ was completely written down, or rather, drawn.

Song Shuhang finally finished drawing the last ancient character after 4 minutes and 42 seconds.

“I’ve finally finished! I’ve managed to defeat this stupid infinite make-up test space!” Song Shuhang put down the writing brush and laughed loudly.

Then, he waited for the remaining time to pass so that he could finally leave this place.

At the same time, he would also receive that scholarly treasure of the Third Stage rank, the Heaven and Earth Worshipping Brush. It was something worth celebrating!

The five minutes were up, and the walls lowered once more.

At the same time, that dignified voice reverberated in his ears once again. “All those that successfully write down from memory the text will be able to leave this place, and they will obtain the ‘Heaven and Earth Worshipping Brush’, a scholarly treasure of the Third Stage rank. Those that failed the test will make a fresh start in twenty breaths and will have to write down the text again. The time limit is still five minutes.”

“I want to get out of this place!” Song Shuhang quickly said.

But something awkward happened next… he wasn’t able to leave the place.

“I already finished writing it down from memory! Let me leave this place already!” Song Shuhang called out again.

Unfortunately, that dignified voice didn’t reply.

The whole place was still, and only the sound of Song Shuhang’s breath could be heard.

“…” Song Shuhang.

What was happening? Was it possible that he hadn’t written down the whole content? As such, he quickly glanced at Su Wenqu’s test paper.

No, there wasn’t anything missing!

He had drawn each one of those ancient characters in the same as Su Wenqu’s test paper.

Was it possible that one had to silently chant the real content of the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ while writing it down from memory? But Su Wenqu’s test paper didn’t have an automatic translation feature, and Song Shuhang had no idea what was written on it!

What could he do?

Was it possible that he would have to take the test again and keep going on until he died?

Twenty breaths later…

The walls cruelly rose again, isolating Song Shuhang from the external world.

Then, another blank paper appeared in front of him, with the old test paper getting folded and moved to one side of the table.

“I don’t want to take this test again! Get me out of this place already!” Song Shuhang stood up and grabbed the table, ready to flip it. He wanted to see if anything would change if he were to flip the table.

But just as he tried to flip the table… he discovered that the table was extremely heavy; he wasn’t able to move it in the slightest.

Well, that was rather embarrassing.

What to do now?

At this time, he was unable to contact the outside world, and although he had successfully managed to ‘write down from memory’ the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯, he couldn’t leave the place.

Was it possible that he would get stuck here for eternity?

“Perhaps I made some mistake while I was writing it down from memory earlier?” Song Shuhang held his chin, pondering.

Once the five minutes had passed, he would carefully look at Su Wenqu’s test paper and compare it to the picture of the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ in his mind to see if he had gotten any stroke wrong.

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Just as Song Shuhang was wondering what mistakes he’d made, a black flying sword pierced the space above the table and forced its way into the dimension, appearing right above Shuhang.

But, unlike the previous times, the black flying sword didn’t release endless dark energy that would later swallow down the surrounding ‘space’.

The black flying sword quietly hovered in front of Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang was surprised, and called out happily, “Senior White!” This was the doing of other [Senior White]. His charm also had no limits, and he would frequently appear in his dreams.

Although he didn’t know what the background of this [Senior White] was, he knew that he was someone incredibly powerful. To distinguish between the two, he might as well call him ‘Senior White Two’ from now on.

Anyway, since Senior White Two had appeared here, Song Shuhang was even surer that he hadn’t entered this dimension with his physical body, but with his consciousness instead.

The black flying sword spun, and turned into the black-clothed Senior White.

The black clothes he was wearing today were pajamas-like. They wrapped around his whole body, and only his beautiful face was visible. Was Senior White Two sleeping?

Senior White Two opened his eyes and glanced at Song Shuhang, silently looking at him.

Song Shuhang waved his hand, and said, “Hello, Senior White. We meet again.”

Senior White Two furrowed his brows, and said, “Were you dragged into that strange dreamland again?”

“This time, I wasn’t dragged into the dreamland. Instead, I was dragged to this strange place where I have to take a test,” Song Shuhang replied. “The test requires me to write down from memory the complete version of the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ within five minutes while using ancient characters. I can’t leave this place until I’ve successfully managed to complete the test. But, even after I wrote down from memory the text several times, I wasn’t able to leave. It was all useless.”

Senior White Two laughed, and smiled. “It’s an interesting place.”

Song Shuhang clenched his teeth, and said, “Senior White, this place isn’t interesting in the least! I can’t even flip the table in here. What is even worse is that this place refuses to let me go even though I wrote down from memory, and with no mistakes, the complete version of the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯! I’m starting to wonder if this test is bugged!”

Senior White Two looked toward a distant place. His vision pierced through the surrounding walls and fell on Daozi’s statue, one of the thirteen Tribulation Transcenders disciples of the Sage.

After seeing the statue, Senior White Two faintly sighed.

Song Shuhang implored him, “Senior White, can you give me a helping hand and check if there is something wrong with the version of the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ I wrote down on this paper?”

Senior White Two laughed, and said, “Tell me, why should I help you?”

“…” Song Shuhang.

From the looks of it, Senior White Two was still bearing a grudge because Shuhang didn’t tell him what he wanted to know about the other Senior White the last time!

From the looks of it, he would have to bring out the heavy artillery this time.

The corner of Song Shuhang’s mouth rose. There were other methods to get out of this space. Aside from correctly writing down from memory the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ within five minutes, he could get out here if another powerful force were to throw him out.

And the method to anger this ‘Senior White Two’ and force his hand was rather simple.

Whether it was the Senior White in the real world or the Senior White Two in the dreamland, saying that single sentence was enough to anger them.

Thereupon, Song Shuhang didn’t hold back, and said, “Little White, when your hair reaches your waist—”

“Shut up,” Senior White Two said gently.

In the next moment, Song Shuhang discovered that he was unable to open his mouth—he had been muted!

But it was something he had expected, and it wasn’t a problem. He had already considered that he might get muted.

He grabbed pen and paper and started to write: ‘Little White, when your hair reaches your waist—’

After he had written this much, Song Shuhang cautiously raised his head and glanced at Senior White Two. Because if here to write the following words, ‘will you marry me’, he would be seeking death big time.

Therefore, it was better to stop here. According to his estimation, Senior White Two would now be unable to hold himself back and would kick him out of this place. It would be truly excellent if things went that way.