Shangguan Wang looked around, and boldly said even more bluntly, "Some families are even spreading...
"The young madam of the Shangguan Family, unmarried, gave birth..."
Bang!
Wenren Jingxuan slammed the table into pieces, his gaze cold as frost, "Elder Wang, watch your words."
After all, Shangguan Wang was someone who almost became the Family Head; he still harbored that ambition now, so he was not afraid. Instead, he feigned a sigh:
"These words damage the reputation of the Shangguan Family; I find them unpleasant to hear, but there’s nothing I can do, as people’s mouths are their own..."
Wenren Jingxuan gave a cold glance at Shang Che.
Shang Che then slowly spoke: "Enough, let the clear be clear, and the murky be murky, let’s not bring this matter up again."
Gu Shouyan also said: "We are here to observe the Array Discussion Conference, so don’t talk about these trivial matters."
Wenren Jingxuan did not speak, but his face did not look good.
Shangguan Wang also wisely chose to let it go.
Although there were some unexpected issues, his goals were essentially achieved.
He had tarnished the daughter-in-law of Shang Che, and more so, planted a thorn in the minds of Shang Che and Wenren Jingxuan.
Only Wenren Wan, who suffered cold sarcasm and rumors, looked pale as she held Yu Er tightly in her arms, her expression forlorn, and remained silent.
Yu Er wanted to comfort her mother, but after wiping her tears, she did not know what to say.
Gu Changhuai felt heartache but was helpless.
...
There was intrigue among the families.
Meanwhile, in the Taoist Field, the Seventeen Patterns competition was gradually coming to an end.
Mo Hua put down the brush, checked several times, and continued to meditate to restore Divine Sense.
Around him, many disciples had already failed and left the stage.
Another hour went by, and time was up.
The Seventeen Patterns exam ended.
A multitude of examiners came down to the field, starting to review scripts one by one to judge right from wrong and determine who would stay or leave.
Those who didn’t complete their drawing, drew it incorrectly, or made mistakes without realizing them were pointed out by the examiners and cleared off the field.
Some disciples, despite losing, still refused to leave their spots.
The examiners then ordered someone to forcibly drag them away.
As a result, even more people left the stage.
Soon after, an examiner walked up to Mo Hua.
Seeing Mo Hua’s young age and shallow cultivation, yet pretending to sit there calmly, he assumed he must have been defeated and was lingering unwilling to depart.
Until he saw the flawless, perfectly executed formation test paper in front of Mo Hua, the examiner was stunned.
The examiner couldn’t help but rub his eyes, frowning, and carefully verified the paper once more to confirm that there was nothing wrong with the handwriting, the questions, or the formation drawn before he could shake his head in amazement.
"This child drew so well..."
"Passed."
The examiner left a red mark, signifying Mo Hua’s advancement, then continued onward.
But after taking just a few steps, he suddenly sensed something was amiss.
"Something’s not right..."
Not right, not right, not right...
The examiner’s frown deepened, his thoughts momentarily in disarray, until he finally realized what was wrong after pondering carefully.
"Seventeen Patterns Formation?"
"Mid-stage Foundation Establishment, drawing Seventeen Patterns Formation?"
"Seventeen Patterns..."
Sev... Seventeen Patterns, is...
The examiner’s eyes widened abruptly.
Isn’t this... a formation that can only be drawn at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, being drawn by someone at the mid-stage cultivation?!
This means...
This child’s Divine Sense, has surpassed the rank?!
Surpassed rank...
Without being a Formation Master, one wouldn’t understand what this implies.
The examiner was stunned for a moment, feeling a chill rush to his heart, and couldn’t stop trembling all over.
Damn, without noticing, a prodigy emerged...