Chapter 11

In the backyard of the Juyang Martial Mansion, the second round of the examination naturally had more than one examiner. At this moment, everyone was stunned, looking at Lin Tian in disbelief, as if they were looking at a monster.

"Mo Ji's record has been broken."

Mu Qing was stunned.

Typically, for the second round with the three-layer illusion, ordinary people need one and a half hours to get out. Mo Ji once spent only a quarter of an hour to break all the illusions, which was already astonishing and set a new record for the Martial Mansion.

But now, this record has been broken again.

Half an hour!

It took only half an hour!

Shi Dong smiled bitterly: "Does this young man have not a single杂念 in his heart?"

As elders of the Juyang Martial Mansion, Mu Qing and Shi Dong's cultivation levels were naturally not low, and their insights were extraordinary. However, at this moment, both felt a bit dazed.

What kind of concept is it to break all the illusions in half an hour?

However, after the shock, both showed a look of joy.

"Such a genius, it's really great!"

Mu Qing said.

The Juyang Martial Mansion recruits students once a year. Now, to be able to recruit a disciple with such exceptional talent and mental state, how could they not be happy?

Mo Yi's face was dark. Just a moment ago, he was confidently saying that Mo Sen had the highest chance of being the first to walk out of the illusion. The next moment, Lin Tian walked out of the illusion, even breaking Mo Ji's record. Where could he put his old face?

Outside the formation, Lin Tian walked to a nearby green stone and sat down by himself.

To him, those three-layer illusions were nothing much.

He closed his eyes and thought about the upcoming third round of the examination. The third round was a combat test, a real fight, and he was relatively lacking in this area. He needed to think it through carefully. After all, these candidates were not weak; the weakest were at the second level of Body Tempering, far surpassing people like Liu He.

Seeing this, Mu Qing and Shi Dong both nodded in unison.

"Not arrogant, calm and composed, very good! Very good indeed!"

Mu Qing said.

Mo Yi snorted coldly: "Putting on airs!"

Mu Qing and Shi Dong felt a bit helpless but did not argue. It was normal for Mo Yi to be unhappy since his nephew's limelight had been completely stolen.

At this moment, inside the formation, hundreds of candidates were still struggling hard.

Looking around, some had pale faces, some had fierce expressions, some were entranced, and some were drenched in sweat, clearly enduring great trials.

Soon, half an hour passed.

Inside the formation, the second person opened his eyes. This person was Mo Sen.

Mo Yi was not wrong about one thing. Mo Sen, influenced by his elder brother Mo Ji, indeed had a strong will. Mo Sen himself was also very confident in this regard.

"Half an hour."

Mo Sen muttered to himself, a satisfied look on his face.

Half an hour, this performance could not compare to his elder brother Mo Ji, but it was enough to look down on his peers.

He scanned the other candidates inside the formation with a proud look, wanting to see Lin Tian struggling in the illusion. However, he soon frowned; there was no sign of Lin Tian in the formation.

He looked up at the outside of the formation, and his face immediately twisted.

He thought Lin Tian should still be struggling in the illusion, but he didn't expect the other party to have already come out and was leisurely closing his eyes to rest!

"Damn it!"

His eyes were full of murderous intent.

On the green stone, as if sensing Mo Sen's gaze, Lin Tian slowly opened his eyes. Looking at Mo Sen, who was clenching his fists tightly inside the formation, he showed a half-smile and said, "Genius, you're awake?"

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**Note:** The term "杂念" in the original text is ambiguous and can mean "miscellaneous thoughts" or "impure thoughts." In this context, it is translated as "miscellaneous thoughts" to maintain the flow of the narrative.