The change in expression on Zhao Feng's face was caught by Liu Yue 'er. It was obvious that he didn't put any of the geniuses here in his eyes.
Even when he glanced at the genius of the ninth rank, his eyes were still filled with disdain.
Hmph!
Liu Yue 'er's eyebrows furrowed as she harrumphed, but she didn't hide the unhappiness in her eyes.
The geniuses at the scene were all very young. Every single one of them was a genius in their respective factions, so they were extremely confident and would never admit defeat.
Zhao Feng realised that he had 'lost his composure' when he saw Liu Yue 'er's unhappiness.
Ever since he entered the sect, he only saw Bei Moi as his true opponent. He didn't care about anyone else.
"Lord Guanjun, how is your disciple's talent? What rank of spiritual body does he have?"
Lord Cangtie asked in a probing tone.
The person he was asking was Zhao Feng.
Hearing this, Nan Gongfan's lips curled into a mocking smile.
Lord Guanjun shook his head: "It's just average talent."
He didn't want to talk about Zhao Feng's talent.
But this made Lord Cangtie and Liu Yue 'er even more curious.
"Hmph, I don't believe that his talent is better than mine."
Liu Yue 'er's face was filled with confidence.
Late at night.
At the entrance of the mountain path, the geniuses were whispering amongst themselves.
Because the Clan's examination had to wait until tomorrow morning, everyone was waiting at the entrance.
The night was long and they still had to wait for a few more hours.
Occasionally, one or two youths would get into a fight.
"Xiao Sun! Don't think that you can look down on us just because you've reached the ninth rank of the Martial Path. "
Sounds of arguing came from not far away.
Everyone turned to look and saw a young man in black clothes in the ninth stage of the Martial Path clashing with several other young geniuses.
The youth in black was' Xiao Sun ', the only genius of the ninth rank.
"A bunch of trash!"
Xiao Sun looked at the youths of the seventh and eighth rank coldly.
The aura of the ninth rank of the Martial Path surged towards them.
The youths facing him felt their blood flow slow and they couldn't breathe properly.
"What are you afraid of? Let's attack together!"
Two youths of the eighth rank pounced towards Xiao Sun from the left and right.
Instantly, the three youths were locked in combat.
Every single one of the youths present had cultivated a profound martial art, and their strength was rarely matched against those of the same level.
The combined strength of the two eighth-stage youths was comparable to an ordinary ninth-stage Martial Dao cultivator.
However, Xiao Sun was no pushover either, as he had cultivated a Holy Martial Skill and a Holy Martial Skill. In just a few rounds, the other two youths had no chance of fighting back.
"Xiao Sun's strength is close to Bei Moi's."
Zhao Feng evaluated in his heart.
It had already been twenty days since Bei Moi left. At that time, his strength was already comparable to a half-step Sage.
Now that he had joined the sect and become an elder's disciple, what kind of fortuitous encounter would he have?
"This Xiao Sun is from the biggest hidden clan in the Cloud Nation, the Xiao Clan. This clan has been around for more than a thousand years. Their foundation is much stronger than a county city. "
Lord Guanjun said.
This was the first time Zhao Feng had heard that there was such a force in the Cloud Nation that was even stronger than the Guanjun Province City.
But even such a great hidden clan had to think of all sorts of ways to send their geniuses into the vast world of sects.
Plop! Plop!
Soon, Xiao Sun had defeated the two youths of the eighth rank.
"Hahaha … The first place in this sect assessment belongs to me!"
Xiao Sun let out a laugh.
First place?
Hearing this, many of the geniuses present looked at him with enmity, including Liu Yue 'er and Princess Yun Mengxiang.
The Broken Moon Clan used a ranking system.
According to what Zhao Feng knew, there were three tests in total.
Each test would be graded by experts of the Clan.
At the end, they would be ranked according to the results of the three tests.
For example, if the Broken Moon Clan only accepted twenty disciples, then they would only accept the top twenty geniuses.
The higher the ranking, the greater the advantage they would have after entering the Clan. It was very likely that they would be chosen by the upper echelons of the Clan.
Lord Guanjun had mentioned these details to Zhao Feng and co.
But now, Xiao Sun's goal was first, which made many of the youths unhappy.
Of course, no one went to challenge Xiao Sun.
Because in terms of cultivation, Xiao Sun was indeed first, and his strength was probably first as well.
But the problem was that the sect's entrance examination tested one's talent, strength, comprehension, and many other aspects.
Among them, talent accounted for the highest proportion, reaching 60%.
This meant that being the strongest didn't mean that you would be first.
"Hmph! Talent is everything in the Clan's Clan test. "
"That's right! So what if you're strong? If you don't have enough talent, you'll be surpassed sooner or later. "
Some of the youths present weren't convinced, but they didn't challenge Xiao Sun.
The Clan's Clan test tested one's talent and body constitution.
The experts of the older generation merely smiled at the little squabbles of the younger generation. They did not pay much attention to it.
"Xiao Sun, Yun Mengxiang, Liu Yue 'er, Sun Yuanhao …"
Zhao Feng's gaze scanned the geniuses present.
The one with the highest cultivation was Xiao Sun.
Next was Yun Mengxiang and Liu Yue 'er, who were both beautiful and talented.
Lastly, there was Sun Yuanhao.
The reason why Zhao Feng noticed this person was because he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, but he was already at the eighth rank of the Martial Path.
Sun Yuanhao had a baby-like face, and he was also shorter than the other youths.
Zhao Feng could feel an aura similar to Bei Moi's from this youth.
As if sensing Zhao Feng's gaze, Sun Yuanhao suddenly turned his head and the two looked at each other.
Sun Yuanhao blinked his eyes and smiled at him with an innocent look on his face.
Time passed by slowly.
A few hours later, a dim light appeared in the distant horizon.
At the moment of dawn, everyone saw the long-awaited sunrise. The faint rays of the sun shone on the fog of the "Sky Moon Mountain", reflecting a misty silver glow.
As the sun rose up, the outline of the Sky Moon Mountain could be seen.
However, there was a weird mist around the mountain, making it hard to see what was going on.
Zhao Feng was an exception. His left eye contracted and his gaze became sharp, as if he could see through the mist.
Faintly, Zhao Feng saw a scene that was cut off from the rest of the world. Within the mist, there were small streams, lakes, and even fields with all sorts of flowers and herbs.
On the green mountain, there were many buildings. The closer it was to the center, the more luxurious it was.
When his left eye was pushed to its limit, Zhao Feng saw a deep green palace floating in the air. It was surrounded by a layer of green lightning that was as thick as a thumb. It gave off an ancient and desolate aura ….
"What is that!? The entire palace is floating in the air, dancing with the rain and lightning. "
Zhao Feng was stunned.
Every scene and object in the world of the sects was filled with a strange mood and structure, different from the outside world.
This was especially so for the floating palace, dancing with the rain and lightning, it gave people the feeling that they were in an era of legends.
Zhao Feng's heart couldn't calm down. He felt his left eye twitch as if it had sensed something.
But he couldn't ask anyone else.
Because the hall was extremely far away and was shrouded in mist, it was blocked by a mysterious force. Even those at the Ascended Mortality Realm wouldn't be able to see it.
Weng ~ ~
A bright white light rose up from the other side of the mountain.
Zhao Feng's left eye saw the end of the winding mountain road. There was a ten thousand pound stone door that was surrounded by a white light that slowly rose into the air.
"The Clan's open!"
Someone in the crowd made a sound, and everyone cheered.
Teng! Teng! Teng …
Some figures quickly jumped onto the winding 'U' shaped bluestone mountain path.
"The entrance exam is about to begin."
Lord Guanjun reminded the three disciples as he led the way.
After walking down the steep road, the group arrived in front of the ten thousand pound stone door.
This stone door was the entrance of the Broken Moon Clan.
At the entrance, there were four youths who gave off an aura that was enough to make those at the 9th rank of the Martial Path tremble.
Zhao Feng opened his left eye and found that the strength of the four youths was on par with Lord Guanjun and the other Holy Realm cultivators.
Lord Guanjun's cultivation was at the 2nd Sky of the Ascended Realm and the four youths were around the same.
In the outside world, they would be giants with martial prowess, but in the sect, they were just guards.
Lord Guanjun and the other older generation cultivators all took out a special token and passed through.
"Greetings, Deacon Qiu!"
At the entrance, another group of Clan members appeared. There were more than ten of them and they gave off a suffocating aura.
These sect members were all Mortal Shedding Stage powerhouses dressed in green robes with black patterns. In other words, they were Sage Stage powerhouses who were high and mighty in the eyes of the outside world.
The one at the front was a chubby middle aged man and he was the 'Deacon Qiu' that everyone bowed to.
"Greetings, Deacon Qiu!"
Lord Guanjun and the others all came forward and bowed respectfully.
The youths below didn't dare to let their guard down and they also bowed.
Zhao Feng felt that the aura from Deacon Qiu was extremely deep and it didn't leak out at all.
His left eye slightly opened and he felt a surge of power within Deacon Qiu's body which made his blood shake and his left eye twitch uneasily.
"This Deacon Qiu's strength is probably several times stronger than Master. He can kill normal Holy Realm cultivators with a flick of his finger."
Zhao Feng's heart trembled and he came to this conclusion the moment he opened his left eye. He didn't dare to look too much as he was afraid that Deacon Qiu would notice.
"Everyone, follow me."
Deacon Qiu glanced at the crowd indifferently. It was a look of indifference as if he was looking at ants.
Soon, the group of people arrived at a tall stone stage.
On the stone platform, there was a crystal pillar that was a hundred feet tall and half a meter in diameter. It sparkled under the sunlight.
"The first test is the Spiritual Sky Pillar. Everyone, get your number token."
Deacon Qiu instructed his subordinates to have the elders bring the youngsters to register and input their basic information before receiving the corresponding number token.
"Zhao Feng, number 49."
"Yang Qingshan, number 50."
… …
When they were getting their number tokens, Zhao Feng realised that there were some Clan members around the stage.
One of them was a handsome youth wearing a black robe who smiled at Lord Guanjun: "Senior Master Xu Ran, we meet again."
Yang Qingshan and Lord Guanjun looked over and their faces were filled with wariness and hostility.
This handsome youth was the person who had taken Bei Moi away from the Guanjun Palace, Quan Chen.
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