I was killed by my relatives, and I am reborn to be ruthless.

At this moment, Xu Chong felt extremely anxious as if his heart was being burned by flames.

His fists clenched involuntarily, his nails almost digging into his palms, but he felt no pain at all.

His eyes were fixed on He Ronger and the glass of water in front of her. He did not dare to relax at all, fearing that any slight mistake would break this tense and delicate balance.

"This...how is this possible?"

Xu Chong muttered to himself and began to question the seemingly ordinary water cup.

He recalled the ease with which he had tried to use his mental power before, and his heart was filled with even more doubts.

"Is there some unknown secret in this water? Or is He Rong'er facing an unprecedented challenge?"

Just as his thoughts were in a tizzy, He Ronger's eyes suddenly flashed with an imperceptible light. Then, her fingers seemed to be given life, slowly drawing an elegant arc in the air.

As her fingers moved subtly, the water cup on the table actually slowly and steadily moved along with her movements, as if being pulled by an invisible force.

"Look, the cup is moving!" This amazing change instantly attracted the attention of everyone around, and some people couldn't help but exclaim.

The sound was like a bolt of thunder that broke the silence in the room and finally gave Xu Chong's tense nerves a moment of relief.

As expected, with a girl like Rong, it is impossible for her to not be able to shake this glass of water.

The elder in front of the examination table, whose originally furrowed brows gradually relaxed after witnessing this incredible scene, as if years of depression were finally released at this moment.

There was deep surprise in his eyes, as if he had witnessed a miracle.

Those eyes that had seen countless people flashed with unprecedented light at this moment, full of admiration and affirmation for the abilities demonstrated by He Ronger.

Seeing this, He Ronger couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a confident and indifferent smile.

She raised her eyes slightly, glanced at the elders in front of the stage, and then glanced at the other people around her.

Then, she slowly changed the direction of her fingers from horizontal to upward. Every subtle movement revealed her precise control over her mental power.

As her fingers moved lightly, the water cup on the table seemed to be given life, slowly breaking away from the constraints of the table and hovering in the air.

The water cup was suspended steadily in the air, gradually rising in height until it finally stayed steadily one foot above the table.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, all eyes were focused on the suspended water cup, and the air was filled with an indescribable shock and amazement.

"Wow——" With a slight exclamation, the originally silent scene was instantly broken, but then quickly returned to calm.

The other monks who participated in the assessment all widened their eyes with astonishment on their faces.

Some of them showed envy on their faces, wishing that they could also possess such powerful strength; others secretly gritted their teeth, turning this shock into motivation to move forward, vowing to work harder on the road of future cultivation.

He Ronger, with her calm demeanor, became the focus of everyone's attention.

The other monks who were taking part in the assessment seemed to be cast under a spell. They were dumbfounded and looked at the scene in disbelief.

Their hearts were filled with turbulent waves, and thoughts flashed through their minds like lightning.

"Is this person the reincarnation of a demon? How is it possible that he has such a strong mental power at the state of perfect foundation building?" Someone murmured in a low voice, his voice full of disbelief.

In the world of cultivation, mental power and cultivation often go hand in hand, and being able to display such powerful mental power at such a low stage of cultivation is simply unheard of.

"Plus, she looks so young, with a childish face. She doesn't look like one of those old monsters who deliberately concealed their age and cultivation through special means." Someone added, their words full of admiration and envy for He Ronger's talent.

"This world is becoming more and more mysterious. I've never seen such a genius in cultivation who defies all odds." Someone shook his head and sighed, as if he had witnessed the beginning of a new era.

However, just as everyone was talking and the atmosphere reached a climax, a sudden change broke the shock and amazement.

The inner sect elder, who was originally laughing wildly at He Ronger's outstanding performance, suddenly stopped laughing, and was replaced by a look of astonishment.

It turned out that the water cup that was originally steadily suspended in the air suddenly seemed to lose all its support and fell freely out of control. Finally, it fell heavily on the table with a "bang", splashing water everywhere, breaking the original tranquility and harmony.

This scene stunned everyone present, and the air seemed to freeze.

Everyone looked at each other, their expressions quickly changing from shock to complexity, and then, an inexplicable smile spread among the crowd, and finally broke into a burst of laughter.

There were various emotions mixed in the laughter, including relief, teasing, and a hint of subtle jealousy.

"Haha, it seems that this young man's mental strength is just so-so. He lacks the strength at the critical moment. It's really surprising."

A monk slapped his thigh and laughed, with a hint of sarcasm in his words, as if he had found an outlet to vent his previous tension.

"Yeah, I thought he was a real genius, able to keep the cup suspended for so long, but it turns out to be just an embroidered pillow, all good looking but useless." Another person echoed, with a bit of contempt in his words, but more of it was helplessness and self-mockery for not being able to demonstrate the same ability.

However, amidst this wave of ridicule and sarcasm, there is also a clear current flowing.

An elderly monk, with admiration in his eyes, said loudly, "Wait a minute, everyone. Even if this young man didn't have enough strength, he still managed to lift the cup. This is a remarkable achievement in itself. According to the rules of the test, he should have passed this level."

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a breeze blowing across the restless lake, making the originally noisy scene quiet in an instant.

Those who were about to continue mocking could not help but shut their mouths and fell into deep thought.

They realized that no matter how tortuous the process was, the result could not be changed.

The young man had indeed completed the requirements of the assessment.

Zou Mubai, who was standing in the crowd, didn't understand He Ronger's behavior at first, but when he saw the water spilled and Ronger smiled slyly, he immediately understood her little thoughts.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he shook his head helplessly, his eyes full of pampering.

And the inner sect elder, after a brief moment of shock, had now completely regained his composure.

He did not lose his evaluation of He Ronger because of the accidental fall of the water cup. Instead, he looked at the young monk more attentively.

After thinking for a moment, he walked up to He Rong'er and asked with a smile: "My friend, are you willing to become a disciple of our Wan Jing Sect's headmaster?"

As soon as these words came out, the crowd was in an uproar.