Huh? Is it so easy to increase the male lead's favorability?

Before the drawing of lots was over, someone patted Wen Jin on the shoulder.

She looked back and saw that it was Yang Zheng who had secretly squatted behind her at some point in time.

Yang Zheng was dressed more luxuriously today than the day I met her. Her red dress was adorned with jewels, and her hair was carefully styled and embellished with gold ornaments inlaid with red crystals, which made her look even more radiant and flamboyant.

"Sister Azheng?" Wen Jin blinked.

Yang Zheng nodded and said, "I was really holding it in. I just saw you in there. I begged my senior brother for a long time before he let me out. I have to go back soon."

Wen Jin asked Bai Xiuyuan to sit on the other side and told Yang Zheng to sit down quickly: "Let me introduce you, these two are my senior brothers, Xu Yuan and Bai Xiuyuan."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and said to Xu Yuan and the others, "This is the last disciple of the Kunlun Immortal Sect's leader, Miss Yang Zheng."

Yang Zheng and Xu Yuan nodded to each other as a greeting.

"You are so beautiful today."

Wen Jin finally had time to praise her. As he did so, he pulled Yang Zheng's sleeve, looking left and right, as if he couldn't see enough.

Upon hearing this, Yang Zheng immediately changed into a bitter and resentful expression and sighed: "Don't say any more!"

"Today is the lottery, and it's a good opportunity for everyone to choose a son-in-law or a daughter-in-law. My father said that I must dress like this today in order to raise my status. You don't know how annoying it is to have these things hanging on my clothes. I'm afraid that they will splash on people when I walk."

As she spoke, she tugged at the crystal waist chain in annoyance.

Wen Jin immediately thought of her impetuous appearance that day - she should indeed be worried about dumping someone, and thinking of this, she covered her mouth and chuckled.

"You're still laughing!" Yang Zheng hit her hand in a stern tone and lowered her voice, "I just heard that Junior-nephew Ji was noticed by quite a few female disciples! They all said they were going back to ask Master about this."

Wen Jin nodded upon hearing this, and lowered his voice: "I heard it too. Just now, there were quite a few leading monks or elders from the family discussing this here."

"Why aren't you worried—" Yang Zheng frowned slightly, then seemed to have thought of something, and changed the subject: "Yes, just now I noticed that many male disciples were secretly looking at you."

"That's fine." Wen Jin smiled and said, "It's just that more disciples are looking this way now."

She cast her eyes towards the first floor and teased, "I guess it's for you. Do you like anything?"

Hearing this, Yang Zheng snorted softly: "You can't compare to me in terms of family background, master, appearance, and cultivation. What are you doing here? I don't even care about pearls and jade like my senior brother, let alone them!"

"Then your father asked you to...?" Wen Jin seemed a little confused.

"It's because of the Kunlun Saintess." Yang Zheng glanced around and took out a magic treasure to secretly build a soundproof barrier between her and Wen Jin: "Now I can only say this secretly. I will only tell you, and you are not allowed to tell anyone."

"The position of Kunlun Saint has been vacant for a long time, and now the election is about to start. Father's move is all for the purpose of building momentum. Even he said that he is not in a hurry to find a partner."

Yang Zheng explained to Wen Jin in a low voice, with a sly gleam in her eyes.

After hearing this, Wen Jin immediately smiled knowingly.

"I won't talk to you anymore." Yang Zheng took away the magic treasure that could block out sound even in front of the Void Refining Stage. "The disciples of Penglai have all finished drawing lots. If you have nothing to do, you can lead the team back to rest. I should go back too."

Wen Jin nodded, and sure enough, he saw that the disciples from Penglai had already stood up in groups of three or four.

Yang Zheng said goodbye to her, and then he took out some magical treasure and disappeared.

……

"How about it? Draw lots."

Wen Jin left Xu Yuan and Bai Xiuyuan behind and got on the carriage first. Looking at Ji Yunmiao who had just come in, he casually asked a confusing question.

Ji Yunmiao blinked, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

Wen Jin coughed awkwardly: "By the way, what is the process of this competition?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ji Yunmiao was silent for a moment, then he took out the booklet that she had been holding in her hand and opened the first page for her.

Wen Jin took a closer look and saw the six words "Sect Competition Project" on the first page.

"..."

What should I do if I am so speechless? Waiting online! It's urgent!

Wen Jin cried out helplessly in her heart, but on the surface she still looked fine - if you ignored the faint blush on her ears.

Round 1: Written test.

Second round: one-on-one competition.

Round 3: Melee in the back hill.

Written test? Three big question marks popped up in Wen Jin's mind.

No, the purpose of dividing the examination halls is really for the written examination? Then what is the written examination in the world of immortal cultivation?

As if seeing her doubt, Ji Yunmiao took out a book from his space ring and handed it to her: "I gave it to you today. You will need it for class tomorrow."

Wen Jin suddenly lost track of where she was when she heard this: What did Ji Yunmiao just say? Class? Class before the exam, is that the kind of class she was thinking of?

She took the book with slightly trembling hands and opened the first page of the table of contents.

The test ranged from astronomy and geography to the humanities and history of the world of immortal cultivation, as well as a little basic knowledge of pharmacology.

In her mind, she immediately imagined a group of children in school uniforms sitting in a classroom, burying their heads in writing, the fan overhead, the test papers blown by the wind, and the books that had been turned to the dog corners.

In just a moment, she closed the book with a "bang", made a slight "tsk" sound, and then returned her hands.

"Master, what happened?" Ji Yunmiao asked puzzledly.

"Come on! Study hard!" Wen Jin patted Ji Yunmiao's shoulder earnestly.

Hearing this, Ji Yunmiao showed some hesitation on his face. He considered and said, "If... I mean, if I know everything, can Master help me apply for not having to go to class?"

"No."

Before Wen Jin could speak, Bai Xiuyuan's voice was heard outside the carriage.

"What do you want to do when you're not in class?"

Bai Xiuyuan asked seriously.

Wen Jin lifted the curtain and saw that her two senior brothers had gotten two horses to ride without her knowing when, and she didn't know how long they had been following them. But then again, Senior Brother Bai was still very dignified in front of his disciples, right?

Ji Yunmiao met Bai Xiuyuan's inquiring gaze and immediately glanced at Wen Jin weakly: "I... when I go to class, no one will cook for Master."

Hearing this, Wen Jin felt a warm feeling in his heart: Ji Yunmiao is such a little angel, so thoughtful!

However, although he was touched, Bai Xiuyuan's authority as a senior brother could not be shaken, so Wen Jin turned around and looked at Ji Yunmiao, silently saying goodbye to his favorite dishes in his heart: "It's okay, I'll go out to eat with your uncles."

Ji Yunmiao caught a glimpse of reluctance that flashed across Wen Jin's eyes, and felt warm in his heart: Master must be reluctant to part with him too!

……

The next morning, Wen Jin was awakened by two knocks on the door. He turned over and continued to sleep.

Ji Yunmiao looked at the lunch box in her hand, pursed her lips, and carefully warmed it with a fire talisman and placed it at the door of Wen Jin's room.