Fantasy: After ten thousand years of reading, I became an emperor

This world is like this. Not everyone is as familiar as the little fat man. Most monks like to be alone, because human nature in the world is the most terrifying. Even close relatives who are related by blood will sometimes suffer because of a treasure. And when it comes to fighting, let alone their unrelated friends.

Jiang Beixuan and the others did not wait long. After practicing for a day and a night, they finally received the news that the Xingyue Palace examination had begun.

The disciples of Xingyue Palace didn't care at all about the monks like Jiang Beixuan who participated in the assessment, because they all knew that less than 10% of these monks could be retained.

Even the remaining monks may not be able to meet them, because all the monks who help the elders of Xingyue Palace organize the assessment are from the inner sect.

Only a handful of disciples enter the inner gate of Xingyue Palace every year, let alone these monks who may not even be able to enter the outer gate of Xingyue Palace.

Although it was getting late at this time, the Xingyue Palace's assessment was announced to begin, because the first level of the Star-Moon Palace's assessment was not difficult, but it was the most complicated of the three assessments.

Therefore, in order not to waste too much time, Xingyue Palace immediately started the first round of assessments after the monks completed their registration.

Although the first assessment seems to be the easiest, many monks are eliminated every year because of the first assessment.

Some monks who have acceptable cultivation but are a little over the age limit often sign up for the Xingyue Palace assessment with the mentality of giving it a try, hoping that there will be some omissions in the Xingyue Palace assessment and they will be lucky enough to pass.

But how could Xingyue Palace make such a low-level mistake? Every year, they would find out a lot of over-age monks and throw them unceremoniously outside the mountain gate. This was considered a small punishment.

After Jiang Beixuan and the little fat man learned that the assessment had begun, they quickly came outside the room. Looking at the extremely excited monks, even Jiang Beixuan began to feel excited.

Just when the testing team was about to reach Jiang Beixuan and the little fat man, the little fat man suddenly turned his head and said seriously to Jiang Beixuan

"Brother, if nothing unexpected happens, I probably won’t have the chance to join Xingyue Palace. However, I am very happy to meet you during the last assessment. By the way, I haven’t had time to introduce myself. My name is Wang Zifeng. May I have your name?"

After Wang Zifeng introduced himself, he looked at Jiang Beixuan expectantly, with a hint of pleading on his face.

"My name is Jiang Beixuan. Nice to meet you as my friend."

Although Jiang Beixuan didn't understand why Wang Zifeng had such an expression, Jiang Beixuan still briefly introduced himself.

"Jiang Beixuan, Jiang Beixuan……"

After Wang Zifeng recited Jiang Beixuan's name silently twice, he firmly remembered the name, and then said to Jiang Beixuan with a bright smile.

"When you were practicing, I secretly observed you. Judging from my experience of participating in the Xingyue Palace exam many times, you will definitely pass the exam successfully and join the Xingyue Palace."

Jiang Beixuan smiled after hearing Wang Zifeng's words. He has never revealed his true cultivation level, so now Wang Zifeng doesn't know his true cultivation level at all, but he still said these words with such certainty.

Although he didn't know what Wang Zifeng wanted to express, these few words made Jiang Beixuan feel happy.