Wilbur guessed that these two formations were the tests that Senior Fremont had given him. The most important task at hand was to find out the functions of the two formations and figure out which one was used to raise the water level in Bangsai''s well, and which was hiding the dragon cauldron fragment.


    The two formations seemed to be equally powerful. Wilbur reached out with his right hand to touch the pale blue formation, and a bright light shed as a powerful force sent Wilbur crashing backward onto the ground.


    "Mister Penn!"


    Arsi came rushing over and Wilbur''s quickly put up his arm to stop him. "Don''te here! It''s dangerous!"


    Wilbur had thought that Arsi would be sent flying from the force of the formation as well, but he ran right through the formation up to him without any trouble.


    Arsi helped Wilbur off the ground, patting the dust off his clothes. "Are you alright, Mister Penn?"


    "I''m fine. Are you alright?"


    "Huh?"


    Arsi looked confused. "I came to help you up, Mister Penn! Why wouldn''t I be alright?"


    "How could this be?" Wilbur murmured to himself. He turned around, and the formation was still there. Just now, merely touching the formation had sent him flying, yet Arsi waspletely fine as if he was immune to the formation''s repelling energy.


    What was going on here?


    Could it be that the formation only affected him and no one else? How could a formation like that exist?


    Wilbur looked around, furrowing his brows. He had been here with Arsi many times before and should have walked through the formation countless times by now. Why had he been fine previously but somehow affected by it now?


    Wilbur was puzzled by the strange situation as he did not know why the formation was suddenly repelling him. After racking his brains, the only conclusion Wilbur reached was that Senior Fremont had probably connected the formation to dragon aura in some way.


    The Dragon''s Breath, which Wilbur had just used earlier, was a cultivation method of the dragon n. It was possible that the formation had reacted in response to sensing the aura of such a cultivation method.


    Wilbur took a short break, then walked toward the golden formation this time. Just as he touched the formation, it sent out a wave of pressure toward him, pushing him back.


    Wilbur scrambled to block it with his left hand and managed tond on his feet after being knocked backward.


    "Mister Penn!"


    Arsi ran over once more, confused. "Did something just happen?"