Chapter 51.1

The Magic Class assessment was a competition among disciples. To eliminate the gap caused by cultivation bases, Ye Duanhong would adjust the basic score according to the cultivation base of the assessed disciples. If they have a high cultivation base and advantages in the competition, he would lower their basic score to ensure that the Magic Class assessment was solely for the “mastery of magic”.

Moreover, during the competition, apart from using their own magic treasure, they could only use the spells they had mastered in the Magic Class. They were banned from using other spells during the competition.

The rules set by Ye Duanhong ensure the fairness of the competition to the greatest extent, and even a cultivator with a high cultivation base might not necessarily gain an overwhelming advantage in the fight.

It was precisely because of such rules that Ji Qingzhou did not completely give up the marks in the Magic Class assessment. Otherwise, she would never have come forward to fight.

She was at the end of the disciple team, and when it was her turn, there was only one wooden stick left in the lottery container.

Ye Duanhong glanced down at Ji Qingzhou. His eyes were cold and sharp, and when she stretched out her hand to take the wooden stick, his cool voice sounded, “Is your magic treasure an umbrella?”

“Yes.” Ji Qingzhou brought the wooden stick over and she replied mutedly.

“You’d better change it to another.” Ye Duanhong’s speech remained cold and unyielding. Although it was a suggestion, his tone made it sound more like an order.

Ji Qingzhou looked at the name on the wooden sign, opened her lips, and refused, “No…”

Her answer caught Ye Duanhong off guard. However, there was nothing wrong with her answer. It was just too straightforward.

“I think you know what an umbrella represents,” Ye Duanhong continued.

“An umbrella… shelters us from the elements…,” Ji Qingzhou answered him. Her tone was very soft, exuding the respect of an elder in the sect.

She handed back the wooden stick to Ye Duanhong and said, “Elder Ye, my opponent is Wen Ying.”

Wen Ying was an ordinary student of the same class, and Ji Qingzhou had no impression of him.

“In the Cultivation Class assessment, Wen Ying’s cultivation base has reached the seventh level of Qi Refining. That is considered very high among ordinary disciples.” Ye Duanhong reminded her, “Okay, you should prepare now.”

When Ji Qingzhou went back with the umbrella in her arms, she noticed a probing gaze among the other disciples. Looking along, she spotted a handsome young man in white staring at her.

Could he be her opponent? Ji Qingzhou didn’t have much of an impression of the man. She walked aside and continued to daydream in the corner.

“Miss Ji, is your opponent Wen Ying?” Ying Xiu who was standing beside her suddenly spoke, “Although he isn’t learning magic under Elder Ye, he was taken in by an elder as a direct disciple due to his remarkable performance after he was admitted. He is awesome.”

“Yeah.” Ji Qingzhou didn’t count on winning. After all, Ye Duanhong wasn’t going to give points based on victory or defeat. She just needed to make good use of the magic she had learned.

“Light strikes don’t exist in competitions. You have to be careful,” Ying Xiu cautioned her.

Ji Qingzhou acknowledged her suggestion and waited for her turn to take the stage.

The preceding battles were invigorating, especially when Meng Yaolan was on the stage. She faced Chu Jun, an ordinary disciple Ji Qingzhou had encountered several times. Chu Jun’s cultivation base was not high, and she had no chance of winning against Meng Yaolan, but she still displayed her mastery of the content of the Magic Class. She cast many different spell combinations during their duel.

Ji Qingzhou noticed that Meng Yaolan’s magic treasure was a bead, resembling a full moon, hovering in her palm. She manipulated the bead to radiate multicolored rays, and when they ejected, they were so powerful that they easily knocked her opponent backward.

Seeing Meng Yaolan’s magic treasure, Ying Xiu also took off the silver bracelet on her wrist and showed it to Ji Qingzhou. “My master said that I like wearing silver bracelets, so he went ahead and gave me a silver bracelet-shaped magic treasure… I actually don’t like it.”

Although the silver jewelry on her wrist was beautiful, in Ze Kingdom, wearing silver jewelry on the wrist was a symbol of servants in the palace. The elder who wanted to take Ying Xiu under his tutelage did not know the rules of Ze Kingdom.

“What else can I do? Master gave it to me, so I can only use it,” Ying Xiu stroked the pattern on the silver bracelet and said softly.

When Ji Qingzhou heard this, she was touched, but she didn’t know what response was needed from her, so all she said was a muffled ‘En’.

For Ying Xiu, people like Ji Qingzhou were actually good listeners. It was for this reason that she was willing to talk to her. What was more, Ji Qingzhou never showed emotions such as pity or helplessness.

Finally, it was Ying Xiu’s turn. The cultivator she was facing was an ordinary disciple. Now that Qiu Mingxue was gone, she obviously relaxed a lot, and cast spells with ease, displaying strength far beyond her usual assessment results in the classroom.

Ji Qingzhou watched each of the battles intently. She secretly noted the skills they used in the competition and changed them into experiences that she could learn.

She had an incredible memory, and she had learned a lot just by watching a few battles.

After taking the stage, the person standing opposite Ji Qingzhou was indeed the handsome young man in white. Seeing her stepping up, Wen Ying complained under his breath, “It’s really unlucky to meet such a weak opponent.”

The stronger the opponent, the better he would win, and the higher the score he would get from Ye Duanhong. The temporary ranking at the moment was led by Meng Yaolan, followed by Ying Xiu and Chu Jun. Wen Ying thought to himself that, as a direct disciple, he would not be worse than them.

Ji Qingzhou heard his whispered complaint, but she retained her good temper. She merely pursed her lips and replied with equally soft, “En.”

Wen Ying also wielded the sword as his magic treasure. He gripped the long sword with a light blue glow in his hand and said to Ji Qingzhou, “I wasn’t talking to you.”

This time, Ji Qingzhou didn’t respond to him. She just stood opposite him holding her umbrella, waiting for Ye Duanhong to finish recording the scores of the last round.

Around the arena, the whispers became louder the moment Ji Qingzhou climbed onto the stage. The red umbrella in her arms was so eye-catching, as if it had touched some kind of taboo. Shen Rongyu listened quietly and did not interrupt their conversations anymore, because, at this time, his attention was already on Ji Qingzhou on the combat stage.