Immortal Creation

South Bean Country.

Fire Persimmon Fairy City.

Ning family land.

Today is the big day for the Ning family to release their results.

Nearly a hundred young men aged sixteen or seventeen were gathered in front of the list. These are young men with cultivation qualifications from the Ning family, the hope of the Ning family.

"Don't squeeze me!"

"Hey, give in."

"I saw it, I saw my name, I'm twenty-nine! Oh my god, I'm in the top thirty."

In the crowd, a young man suddenly raised his arms and shouted.

The crowded crowd paused and cast envious glances at the cheering young man.

The results of this major exam are particularly important to them. Because from now on, they can no longer stay in the family school to practice self-cultivation. They must enter all walks of life, work, and invest in production.

The top thirty young men in the college entrance examination are qualified to join the Ning family's industry, and their future will undoubtedly be brighter.

As time passed, the young people who made it to the top thirty laughed loudly or cheered with joy. Those who were thirty or so had gloomy faces and dull eyes.

Sixteen years ago, the Ning family migrated and suffered heavy losses along the way. They fled into Huoshi City in embarrassment.

In the following time, the Ning family recuperated, slowly regained its vitality, and gradually took root, becoming one of the major immortal cultivating families in Fire Persimmon City.

Children of the Ning family have their bones tested since they were born, once a year until they are twelve or thirteen years old.

Those who have the qualifications to practice are sent to family private schools, which are provided by the family, and they study off-the-job.

Among this crowd, there was a young man named Ning Zhuo, who was plainly dressed and had an outstanding appearance.

Ning Zhuo's face was full of anxiety and he looked at the list intently.

He saw his name, ranked thirty-one!

Embarrassingly, just outside of thirty.

Ning Zhuo's movements froze, and then a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

He was quickly squeezed out of the crowd by the teenagers around him.

A tall and thin young man came over and patted him on the shoulder: "Cousin, your grades are usually in the twenties, why did you not perform well in such an important exam this time?"

Ning Zhuo didn't need to raise his head, just by hearing the voice, he knew who was coming.

He looked up.

Sure enough, it was Ning Ji who spoke.

Ning Ji seemed to be sympathetic and concerned, but in fact his eyes were full of gloating. In his family school, his grades in all subjects were always surpassed by Ning Zhuo's. It was rare that he actually defeated Ning Zhuo this time, and it was such a crucial test!

Ning Zhuo's eyes were a little dull, and he subconsciously looked at the list, murmuring: "I don't know either..."

Among the classmates around him, there were many who looked similar to him. It also highlighted Ning Ji's happy face even more.

At this time, two teenagers approached.

Ning Ji glanced at the two of them and patted Ning Zhuo's shoulder proudly: "I'm leaving first. You should go home quickly. My parents are looking forward to the results of this big exam."

One of the two young men is named Ning Chen and the other is named Ning Yong.

Ning Yong said carelessly: "Ning Zhuo, I saw your results. It seems that you performed abnormally this time."

Ning Chen nudged Ning Yong with her elbow: "Even if he doesn't perform well, he still does better than the two of us."

Ning Yong muttered: "But, falling outside of thirty, what's the difference between our results? You can't even enter the family industry."

Ning Chen looked at Ning Zhuo: "I heard someone say that in fact, anyone under thirty-five can enter the family's property. You just need to ask someone to give you gifts and make some connections."

"With your ranking, there is still hope."

Ning Zhuo groaned, and his eyes seemed to light up again: "Is this really true?"

Ning Chen nodded: "Go quickly and talk to your uncle and aunt. This kind of quota is actually limited. If you are late, it will be occupied by others."

Ning Zhuo couldn't help but look anxious: "I-I'll go back right away and explain the situation to my uncle and aunt. Thank you!"

With that said, he ran away in small steps.

Ning Yong looked a little complicated and muttered: "It seems that Ning Zhuo might really be able to squeeze into the family business."

Ning Chen shook his head: "I'm afraid it's a bit confusing."

"I heard about Ning Zhuo's situation by chance."

"He lost his father before he was born. When he was one or two years old, his mother also died of a serious illness. His life at his uncle's house was not satisfactory, and he was often bullied by his cousin when he was a child."

"His uncle and aunt didn't treat him well. If he was given a gift based on his connections this time, it would cost a lot of money. I'm afraid he wouldn't be willing to do it."

Ning Yong was a little unbelievable: "At this critical moment, his uncle and aunt are not ignorant of the importance, right?"

Ning Chen shook his head and sighed: "It's hard to say."

the other side.

In the courtyard of the Ning family's deep residence.

"Miss, miss, you won, you are the first in the big exam!" The maid trotted in the door, her face flushed with excitement.

Ning Xiaohui, a member of the main line, was making talismans without raising her head.

She used the tip of her index finger to slide lightly on the talisman paper. Wherever the fingertips passed, a trail of ice spread gracefully, eventually forming a frost talisman.

Ning Xiaohui looked at the frost talisman with a proud smile on her lips.

She looked down at her hands and snorted coldly: "I have a pair of ice-fat hands, so I must be excellent in the Talisman subject. What's so strange about winning first place?"

"My classmates, without exception, are all mediocre and incompetent people. How can they compete with me?"

Ning Xiaohui's eyes kept moving on her hands.

She has an average appearance, but her hands are extremely beautiful, as if they were carved from snow-white jade. Her fingers are long and slender, and her nails are neatly manicured, shiny and full, like pearls reflected on the water waves.

The texture on the back of the hand is delicate and clear, exuding softness and elegance.

In the sun, the delicate blood vessels on the wrist are slightly blue, like jade-like fine lines.

She turned her palms over, with the palms facing up.

She casually pinched a finger gesture, and each of her ten fingers bent, and her hands bloomed like ice flowers. In the reflection of the sun, the outline of the palms was faintly transparent, delicate and moving, pure and clean.

The maid next to her subconsciously held her breath and murmured infatuatedly: "It's so beautiful."