The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 391 - 390: Everyone Here is Trash

Chapter 391: Chapter 390: Everyone Here is Trash

Qu Tong and Jun Li were both SSS-rank.

Similar in height and physique, they could alter their appearances with makeup and masks.

Qu Tong was SSS-rank, but she had never demonstrated her special ability.

It was rare for two SSS-ranks to appear at the same time, and even less likely for both to be taken as disciples by Master Yuan.

Qu Tong always had an endless supply of elixirs.

The two had never appeared together.

All the clues pointed towards the inevitable conclusion.

"They are the same person!"

"What?" Lan Jianghong was a bit slow to react.

"Jun Li and Qu Tong, they are the same person." Lan Weiying repeated firmly.

With a reminder, Lan Jianghong furrowed his brow and thought for a moment, then suddenly exclaimed, "No wonder!"

Thinking back to the past incidents, his brow remained furrowed, "Qu Jianming and Jun Qiurong’s talents were all mediocre, how could their daughter have such a vast difference?"

This was also what Lan Weiying couldn’t understand, "But Ouyang Linna and my great-aunt checked for me, her identity is correct."

Thus, the possibility of identity theft was ruled out.

But why would she completely hide such strong abilities?

Even her elder brother openly claimed an S-rank ability.

Why then did she bear the stigma of incompetence and suffer for so many years?

Refusing to take physiological tests, there must be some problem!

Her intuition was always accurate!

"Grandfather, you rest well, I have matters to attend to, I must go now."

Lan Weiying left these words and turned to leave, her steps much faster than when she had arrived. Her purple gown fluttered, sweeping a few fragments off a robot.

*

A few days later, the First Military Academy faced its final exams.

Xu An and He Zhou, due to their early enlistment, did not participate.

As expected, Lan Weiying, unable to get away from a matter at the end of the month concerning the Lan Family, did not participate, and repeating a grade was now certain.

Qu Tong, unsurprisingly, achieved first-place finishes in two departments.

Fei Wenxing and the others also smoothly passed the examination, not disappointing Qu Tong who trained them daily and provided elixirs.

Due to lack of mid-term grades, even scoring first in the finals wasn’t enough for Qu Tong to qualify for advancing a grade early.

Luckily, Han Song applied for a special exception for her.

This time, without the interference from the Alchemist Association, everything went smoothly.

The day Qu Tong went to take her exam, the scene was grand.

The examination venue was filled with people, nearly the entire school turned up to witness Qu Tong’s examination.

Half were there to witness her capability, the other half to admire the grandeur of the Potion Grandmaster.

Indeed!

Old Master Yuan had also come to watch her exam.

Old Master Yuan sat at the front, dressed in a long robe mimicking a Zhongshan suit, his long and deliberately unkempt beard neatly trimmed, exuding an aura of an otherworldly sage.

Upon the principal’s invitation, he made a pretentious speech.

His words were concise and lofty.

But due to Old Master Yuan’s high status, as soon as he finished speaking, the floor erupted with enthusiastic applause and cheers.

Qu Tong in the waiting area, couldn’t help but roll her eyes, "Such an act!"

Unaware, Old Master Yuan still gave her a "I’m rooting for you" look.

The exam segment began soon after.

Unlike the previous skepticism and ridicule.

This time, whether it was the third-year students taking the exam or those watching, everyone was exceptionally excited and expectant.

The school was very trendy, having built a forum specifically for internal faculty-student exchange and learning, which would broadcast on a big screen whenever there was an event.

Half the screen showed live video, and the other half live comments, just like a live stream, except you couldn’t send gifts.

In the internet era, audience interaction was indispensable.

The previously quiet comment section had now become as noisy as a pot of porridge.

"Finally, I can witness the Prince Consort’s true strength with my own eyes. Why am I more excited than for my own exams?"

"Bro, you’re not alone. Turn around and look—this massive crowd is all here."

"Haha, who knows how I managed not to rush home right after the exam."

"Is it finally time to witness the legend of the War God again? I’m so looking forward to it!"

"Honestly, I really want to see the third-year seniors get thrashed."

"Wonder what they feel about this; do they think they’re screwed?"

As the barrage of messages grew more frequent, even the third-year students about to take the test began to open their Light Brains to comment.

"Not at all! It’s our honor to witness the strength of the Prince Consort."

"Exactly, out of seventy billion people in the country, how many are SSS-rank? Losing isn’t shameful; shameful are those who didn’t even get the chance to compete."

"Hey, hey! Why are you attacking our own allies? There’s only one multi-combat round in which the Prince Consort will participate, and only fifty people get to compete."

"What’s there to fear! Just do it! In the future, when bragging, I can say I’ve fought against an SSS-rank."

"Exactly, when one’s strength is against the sky, who cares how battered you are."

"Bring on the pain, even if I am left in tatters, it doesn’t matter!"

The third-year students were very relaxed about it because their mentors had already told them that with the difference in Physique Level obvious, it was about doing your best and letting fate decide. If ranked against the Prince Consort, even losing would earn them consideration in scoring.

"What do I do? Now I kind of want to go up there and get beaten up by the Prince Consort."

Qu Tong glanced at the screen, completely speechless. How could there be people rushing to get beaten up?

Suddenly, her Light Brain vibrated; it was her turn to compete.

Qu Tong stepped up to the stage, her sharp gaze sweeping over Fei Wenxing and Cheng Yao in the audience, waving their flags.

If they dared to make things awkward for her again after the match, they’d be in trouble.

Just as Fei Wenxing and Cheng Yao’s mouths opened wide to shout, they caught Qu Tong’s gaze, felt a chill down their spines, and quickly made a zipping gesture over their mouths.

Qu Tong then withdrew her gaze, and looking over the fifty competitors on the stage, aside from herself, the other forty-nine, without needing any prior coordination, had their eyes fixed resolutely on her.

Qu Tong was only surprised for a moment before a slight smile played on her lips, and she calmly raised her hand, "Come on."

There was no need to hide her strength; for Qu Tong, the melee was not challenging at all.

Whether they all attacked at once or took turns, Qu Tong easily knocked everyone off the stage, standing as the unchallenged victor in the end without a hint of suspense.

Apart from expending some spiritual power, she didn’t even break a sweat.

Both inside and outside the arena, thunderous exclamations broke out, far more intense than the old man Yuan’s speech earlier.

An enthusiastic senior from another department handed her an Elixir, praising her, "Prince Consort, you’re amazing!"

"Thank you!" Qu Tong received it, politely expressing her thanks.

The senior, seeing Qu Tong put the Elixir back into her Space Button, kindly reminded her, "Prince Consort, aren’t you going to drink it? There’s still a personal assessment by a tutor next."

Qu Tong shook her head: "No need, but thanks for the reminder."

Qu Tong had said just one sentence, though simple and clear, was also friendly.

Yet others interpreted it in numerous ways.

"The Prince Consort said: Everyone here is trash!"

"A small tutor, not worthy of me drinking a Nutrient Solution! Small case!"

"Thinking of winning me? Still easy without my full effort."

"The Prince Consort is so cocky—I love it!"

Qu Tong: "..."

All she wanted now was to finish the exam as soon as possible and leave.