2022 Not Normal

As time passed and the referees had the students look at objects further and further away, more students got eliminated.

"What is 10 kilometers south of here?"

Qiao Mu wrote down: /A snake and a human in battle./

Duanmu Qing creased his brows, but he gave up in the end and left the stage.

There were only three people on stage by this time.

Jiaqing Academy's level-12 grand spiritual cultivator, Li Nanshen.

Moonlight Academy's level-11 grand spiritual cultivator, Zhou Xiao.

Apex Academy's level-three spiritual cultivator, Qiao Mu.

Everybody's confused expressions were once again on Qiao Mu.

This girl was too... strange.

A large batch of level-eight and level-nine spiritual cultivators had already gotten eliminated by this time.

However, this level-three minor spiritual cultivator was just... still holding on without a hitch.

Was there no problem with this?

There was a huge problem with this!

This meant that a minor level-three spiritual cultivator's spiritual conscious could match up to a level-12 grand spiritual cultivator's spiritual conscious!

It was common knowledge that a spiritual cultivator's spiritual conscious normally would not exceed a third of the person's own cultivation. Even for extremely gifted spiritual cultivators with remarkable root constitutions, their spiritual conscious would not exceed more than two-thirds of their cultivation.

In other words, Li Nanshen's current spiritual conscious was level four, which was a normal spiritual conscious by all standards.

Moonlight Academy's level-11 grand spiritual cultivator, Zhou Xiao, had a weaker spiritual conscious than Li Nanshen. He presently only had a level-two spiritual conscious.

Then that little lady... wasn't her spiritual conscious a bit too monstrous?

Normally, the little lady should have long gotten eliminated!

Qiao Mu expressionlessly set down her brush.

Li Nanshen nodded at her. This handsome 25-year-old man commanded an open and forthright air, which also made others comfortable around him.

Qiao Mu, who was only a level-three minor spiritual cultivator, had a spiritual conscious that was actually able to match his. If it was an overly jealous person, they would definitely have raised doubts with the referee and suspected whether Qiao Mu was cheating by activating some kind of treasure that would boost her spiritual conscious in the short term.

Yet Li Nanshen did not say anything from beginning to end.

Beside them was Zhou Xiao, who looked to be in his thirties. He was fair and portly, also looking like someone with a good temper.

Right now, his complexion was slightly pale.

Because they had to repeatedly use their spiritual conscious to scan the surroundings in the distance, the further they looked, the greater the burden on their spiritual conscious.

Zhou Xiao's condition indicated that he would not be able to last much longer.

A smart person naturally would not harm their conscious pool for a competition. He would stop once he reached his limit.

Soon afterwards, Zhou Xiao sighed and cast aside his brush. As expected, he had given up, and he cupped his hands toward Li Nanshen and Qiao Mu.

"How is this possible?" Li Nanshen did not say anything, but the people below were already in an uproar.

"Even Moonlight Academy's Zhou Xiao has been eliminated. He is a level-11 grand spiritual cultivator! How could this girl's spiritual conscious be higher than a level-11 grand spiritual cultivator's?"

"She wouldn't be cheating, right?"

"What level is her spiritual conscious exactly?"

"Ignorant fools." Qi Xuanxuan glowered angrily at those people who were wagging their tongues. "Why don't you try cheating out in the open in front of everyone for me?"

"Copy down the contents of the paper tacked on to the tree 15 kilometers north of here."

"Wow." The crowd let out low gasps.

Previously, they only had to describe the scene, so they could immediately retract their spiritual conscious after a glance.

Now though, they had to use their spiritual conscious to scan through the contents of the paper. This would greatly deplete their spiritual conscious.

Li Nanshen let out a bitter smile, and looked at the little lady.

Yet he saw that she had already picked up her brush and was swiftly writing on the paper.