Divine Root Bone

The Qingyun Sect's mountain gate square was scorching hot under the blazing sun, and packed with people.

Tens of thousands of young men and women gathered in front of the testing platform, their eyes burning as they stared intently at the rounds of physical tests.

The rules for the preliminary test are simple and straightforward: they do not consider cultivation techniques or levels of skill, but only the physical foundation of the body.

Being able to exert 300 jin of force is considered qualified.

Those weighing over 400 jin can be considered as promising talents.

One group of disciples took turns going on stage. Some gave it their all and barely made it to the finish line, some had some talent and won applause, while others had little strength and left the stage in disappointment.

Lin Wanqing finished the test early and passed with a strength of 310 jin.

Instead of resting to the side, she stood at the front, her eyes fixed on the entrance to the examination platform, quietly waiting for Zhang Yang. Many female cultivators around her chatted privately, commenting on the young men taking the exam. Many of the young men from wealthy and noble families were handsome, attracting the attention of the girls. But no one noticed the boy in simple white clothes.

Zhang Yang was exceptionally handsome from birth, with delicate and refined features, a straight nose, clean-lined lips, and skin that was warm and pale from years of exposure to the mountain winds and sun. Without any adornment, his naturally stunning bone structure was undeniable. However, he was quiet and reserved, with no deliberately ostentatious aura. Hidden in a crowd, his extraordinary appearance was easily overlooked.

"Next up, Zhang Yang."

The deacon calmly gave his name.

Zhang Yang took a few steps and calmly walked onto the Xuan Tie testing platform. He was tall and slender with well-proportioned features. Even though he was dressed in coarse white clothes, his refined and otherworldly appearance could not be concealed. However, the crowd below the platform had a preconceived notion that this mountain boy was mediocre, and they only glanced at his appearance before quickly looking away.

A murmur of discussion immediately arose from the audience, mostly expressing disapproval.

"Looking so thin, he'll probably just barely pass the test."

"Those who come from the mountains, no matter how good their appearance, what kind of physical foundation can they have?"

"The air force captain looks handsome, but his cultivation foundation is probably nothing to brag about. Don't get your hopes up; he's most likely just there to make up the numbers."

Many girls glanced at his striking face casually, then quickly looked away, not paying him any attention.

Only Lin Wanqing clutched the hem of her clothes, her eyes filled with certainty and trust. Having traveled together day and night, she knew best that beneath that stunning appearance lay a composure and strength that others could not match, and could not be judged by ordinary standards.

Zhang Yang stood firmly in the center of the testing platform. There was no need to gather strength, no need to lower his waist, and no exaggerated posture.

He simply threw a punch, sending it flying forward.

There was no deafening explosion, no dramatic shockwave.

But just as the fist was extended—

call!

A clear, strong wind, visible to the naked eye, suddenly swept across all directions!

What appears to be a light punch actually possesses terrifying power.

The black iron testing platform trembled violently, and the markings on the platform surged wildly!

Three hundred, five hundred, seven hundred, nine hundred!

Crushing through everything in its path, it surged straight to the top!

Nine hundred pounds of extreme force!

Everyone in the room gasped, their pupils contracting sharply, and fell into a deathly silence.

The gust of wind from the punch that exploded in all directions swept across the entire testing platform!

The female cultivators standing close together in front of the stage were the first to be affected.

A gust of wind suddenly lifted her soft summer dress, causing the hem to flutter upwards, just brushing past her knees and revealing a section of her slender, white calves.

Several girls gasped in surprise, hurriedly reaching out to hold down their fluttering skirts, their cheeks instantly turning bright red with shock and embarrassment.

The wind comes quickly and disperses quickly.

The terrifying wind pressure generated by that punch was awe-inspiring.

But it was this one moment that completely captivated all the girls in the room.

A strong wind tousled her black hair, and her skirt fluttered lightly.

A group of girls covered their skirts and pressed down their long hair, staring blankly at the white-clad figure on the stage, their hearts suddenly racing.

The blazing sun poured down, its rays falling entirely on Zhang Yang's face, making his already stunning appearance even more dazzling. His long eyelashes cast soft shadows, his features were delicate and gentle, yet his eyes held a detached indifference. His aura was both cool and extremely handsome. The boundless power he had just unleashed with a casual punch clashed with his exquisitely beautiful appearance, creating an extremely attractive contrast.

Zhang Yang on the stage remained calm.

The blazing sun shone on his handsome and stunning profile, his brows and eyes calm and indifferent, as if the extreme power he had just used to crush the entire scene was merely a casual gesture.

His clean and refined appearance, calm and composed temperament, and invincible physique combine to create a strikingly handsome look that captivates the heart and makes one's heart tremble.

The deathly silence lasted only half a breath before the entire arena erupted in chaos!

"My God! Nine hundred pounds!!"

"Is this the kind of power a mortal body can generate?!"

"He's so handsome and slender, how could he be so strong?!"

Countless boys were stunned, while the girls around them were in an uproar, their eyes sparkling and whispering screams.

"So handsome... He's really good-looking, and his charisma is outstanding!"

"I was stunned when that punch swept over; her looks and strength are both exceptional!"

"Strong yet serene, this face is absolutely flawless, and her aura is simply incredible!"

"My skirt was blown up by the wind just now, and my heart was pounding just standing there watching him!"

"While the other young men were shouting and putting in their all, he surpassed them all simply with his looks and demeanor. He could easily knock someone down with a casual punch. The contrast was just too much for me!"

A circle of girls stood on tiptoe and peered intently at the boy on the examination platform, their eyes lingering on his handsome features, unwilling to look away even for a moment.

All eyes that had been focused on the various aristocratic talents were now fixed on Zhang Yang. Countless admiration, countless expressions of wonder, and countless expressions of adoration filled the hall in an instant.

The girls, whose skirts had just been ruffled by the strong wind, had flushed cheeks and pounding hearts. They were shy but couldn't help stealing glances at that captivating face.

In all their lives, they had never seen such a unique young man. He possessed a rare and handsome appearance, yet he never flaunted it; he possessed terrifying strength that overwhelmed his peers, yet he never showed the slightest arrogance or boasting. His strength completely dominated the scene, yet his expression remained calm and gentle, as if all the cheers and clamor in the world were of no interest to him.

Everyone was captivated, and the entire hall was filled with excitement.

The person on the stage, however, remained completely unmoved.

Zhang Yang didn't even glance at the amazed and infatuated gazes around him. With a calm expression, he turned and walked off the testing platform, his steps still composed.

For him, it was just a very simple physical test, nothing more.

Lin Wanqing, sitting in the audience, was completely stunned.

She looked up at the young man walking towards her step by step, her eyes shining brightly, overflowing with admiration. Upon closer inspection, Zhang Yang's appearance became even more handsome and pleasing to the eye, causing a flutter in her heart.

The force of his punch had just swept across the entire arena, ruffling the skirts of countless young women and stunning everyone present. Yet, from beginning to end, Zhang Yang's gaze never fell upon anyone else.

He saw no female cultivators who were captivated by his looks and strength, nor the noisy crowd cheering him on.

Only by taking steady steps and moving closer to her can we succeed.

Zhang Yang walked up to her and asked softly, "Did you pass?"

Her voice was soft and gentle, just like always.

Lin Wanqing snapped back to reality, her cheeks flushed, and nodded vigorously, her voice filled with undisguised joy and shyness: "Passed! Perfect score! You, you're amazing... and you're really beautiful, everyone was staring at you just now, so many of the senior and junior sisters were stunned by you!"

She secretly raised her eyes to steal a glance at his profile, feeling a sweet warmth in her heart, mixed with a touch of possessiveness.

So many girls were amazed by the powerful force of his punch, captivated by his looks and strength, their eyes filled with affection and excitement.

But this handsome, strong, and gentle young man, who protected her all the way into the mountains, was always kind to her and protected only her.

Female cultivators kept quietly approaching, their eyes darting shyly yet boldly scrutinizing Zhang Yang's features, whispering amongst themselves.

"His name is Zhang Yang, right? I saw him when he registered; his looks and physique are top-notch!"

"His physique is top-notch, and his looks are absolutely stunning, his aura is incredible!"

"I wonder how his innate talent is. If it's decent, no one among the newcomers can compare to him!"

"I've never seen such a good-looking and powerful newcomer before; just standing there, you can't take your eyes off them!"

My ears were filled with a cacophony of voices praising my looks, admiring my abilities, and expressing their overwhelming excitement.

Lin Wanqing stood beside him, quietly taking half a step closer, gently touching his sleeve, thinking to herself:

No matter how much others liked him or were attracted to his looks, she was always the first person to follow him, the one who trusted him the most, and the one he carefully protected along the way.

Zhang Yang remained deaf to all the infatuation, amazement, and clamor around him.

No one knew that this was merely the most insignificant part of his physical constitution.

In the first round of physical assessment, he dominated the entire field and unsurprisingly took first place.

He captivated the entire audience, drawing everyone's attention; countless young women were smitten by his looks and talent.

But he remained calm and composed.

He simply stayed quietly by the side of the shy yet joyful girl, waiting for the next round of physical fitness assessment.