Shi Hao is soone who holds grudges.
Since Dongn Po made fun of him, this grudge is definitely one he has to settle.
Just you wait.
Shi Hao walked toward the palace, while Weng Nanqing also stepped forward, aiming to exchange a blow with Dongn Po.
—Previously, Shi Hao suggested she enter the Immortal Abode with him leading the way, but she refused.
After all, she was once the head of Heavenly Palace Academy and a top-tier genius; why would she wish to be protected by Shi Hao all the ti?
She didn’t want to be the woman standing behind Shi Hao, but rather to confront challenges side by side with him!
Shi Hao stood at the palace entrance, watching Weng Nanqing.
Boom!
With a single blow, Weng Nanqing was instantly knocked into the air. Although she managed to get up, she exceeded the ti limit by far and was seriously injured.
Dongn Po, this grudge between us has deepened indeed.
Shi Hao thought to himself.
Weng Nanqing gritted her teeth, her face full of unwillingness and strong disappointnt.
She had thought she could withstand that blow, but reality proved otherwise. Though she was a top genius on Yunding Star, in the Universe, she was rely considered a genius.
Adding the Immortal Realm into the equation, the title of genius beca barely applicable.
Indeed, throughout the ages, there have been fewer than a hundred people reaching the level of the Five Sacrifices, and even they would only be considered geniuses in the Immortal Realm.
The Immortal Realm is truly teeming with talents, far beyond the Mortal Realm.
But Weng Nanqing imdiately strengthened her resolve. Her physique had greatly improved after being injured by the Green Wood Technique, and this improvent wasn’t just a one-ti boost but continued to exert effects slowly.
Additionally, she still refined herself with Gold Elent Energy, and its benefits would also play out over ti.
Thus, her potential for improvent was still vast.
She was determined to beco stronger!
Thinking of this, she cald down, no longer frustrated by this setback.
"You can go through." Dongn Po suddenly spoke, addressing Weng Nanqing.
Huh?
Weng Nanqing was stunned: "Why?" She blurted out.
"Quite a stubborn girl, reminds of soone." Dongn Po waved his hand, his face showing reminiscence.
"Senior, this isn’t according to the rules." Imdiately, soone opposed.
Dongn Po glared at that person: "Why does my business need your interference?"
Slap—he wasn’t satisfied with just scolding, so he followed with a slap, sending that person flying.
The crowd fell silent in an icy fear; faced with such a lawless judge, what could they possibly say?
Weng Nanqing thought for a while and still walked towards Shi Hao.
Her pride was strong, but she knew well that if she stayed outside, she might very well be captured and used to threaten Shi Hao.
In comparison, she naturally didn’t want to burden Shi Hao.
Shi Hao held Weng Nanqing’s hand, his heart slightly warming towards Dongn Po.
"Don’t thank . To , you’re still an annoying pretty boy!" Unexpectedly, Dongn Po’s words shattered Shi Hao’s goodwill.
Alright, you’re quite despicable.
Shi Hao shook his head and entered the palace with Weng Nanqing.
He didn’t know if anyone else had entered the palace, but among those who had, Shi Hao feared no one.
—Except for Shi Feng, everyone else was from the Great Sacrificial Heaven, and Shi Feng would only help him.
Indeed, Ding Lingfeng had set rules that only those from the Great Sacrificial Heaven could obtain his legacy, thus the visitors from the Immortal Realm were all from the Great Sacrificial Heaven.
Yet this ti, they encountered Dongn Po, a rulebreaker, who simply let Shi Feng in.
Shi Hao walked leisurely, knowing that the greedy Purple Gold Rat had surely gone off searching for the Divine Storehouse. Therefore, he didn’t worry about looking for that rat.
Once the Divine Storehouse was found, he would likely find the rat there.
The palace was large but nearly empty, almost void of anything.
Shi Hao and Weng Nanqing soon passed through the first hall, only to find that the earlier entrants had gathered here.
Huh, what’s happening?
Shi Hao approached Shi Feng to inquire.
"There’s another challenge here; only by giving the correct answer can you pass this stage," Shi Feng said, then glanced at Shi Zhong, "No fighting can take place here."
Why not?
Shi Hao suddenly realized that his body was completely devoid of any strength.
How can there be a fight?
No wonder Shi Feng could restrain himself; everyone here had their powers stripped away, leaving fighting out of the question.
"What’s the question?" Shi Hao asked as he moved forward.
Ahead was a stele with the question written on it, but surprisingly, there was plenty of space on both sides, yet he couldn’t bypass it.
Well, otherwise everyone else would be fools.
Shi Hao looked at the stele once more; since it required an answer, he needed to see the question.
Scanning it, he couldn’t help but display a peculiar expression.
The question was: "How many hairs are on a seventy-pound goat?"
What the hell kind of question is this?
Shi Hao imdiately entered a wild rant mode; how on earth should I know how many hairs are on a seventy-pound goat? Even if I’ve counted them all before, should I switch goats, would the count be the sa?
No way!
Why don’t you ask how many hairs are on my head? I could count them one-by-one for you!
No wonder everyone was stuck, not due to a lack of smart people, but because the question was ridiculously tricky.
How to answer this?
Shi Hao shook his head, pondering what Ding Lingfeng was aiming for.
He thought for a while, then said to the stele: "One hundred and eighty thousand hairs."
What?
The crowd was stunned; where did you co up with this conclusion?
Suddenly, a line of text appeared on the stele: "Why that number?"
Shi Hao chuckled, "Because it’s precisely that number. If you don’t believe , count them yourself."
You asked for to answer, but it’s up to you to decide whether it’s right or wrong?
The stele was silent for quite so ti, eventually showing movent: "Kid, you have nerve. Alright, you pass."
Huh, passed?
Such a tricky question was tackled so simply?
Indeed, a tricky question requires a tricky answer.
With a bang, the stele vanished.
Shi Hao took a step forward unhindered.
The crowd watched in silence.
However, since the path was open, they hurried to follow.
Currently, everyone’s powers were suppressed, rendering them unable to fight, so no one needed to fear sudden attacks.
Shi Hao and two others rged together, but after walking a bit, they encountered a fork in the path.
"Heaven to the left, Hell to the right."
A sign stood at the fork with this sentence.
"Left or right?" Weng Nanqing asked Shi Hao.
Shi Hao thought for a mont and smiled, "With Heaven available, why choose Hell?"
"But, isn’t it true that to gain treasure, one must go through hardship?" Weng Nanqing suggested.
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