The Sun had just risen, shedding down faint golden light that illuminated the Shang Qing Sect's front door.
Four grey-haired elders were sitting on chairs and each of them was presiding over a round of tests to help the Shang Qing Sect select the best of the best.
Behind them, more than 10 inner sect disciples in black were maintaining order. Every single one of them was exuding a heavy atmosphere that was as heavy as a mountain.
Before them, tens of thousands of youths with heated faces were queuing up respectfully to take the test one by one.
Without exception, these people were all under the age of 20 and had yet to reach the foundational level. After all, most Sects don't choose cultivators above the foundational level. Because that means they are more or less set in stone. It's better to train them from the beginning.
This was why Ling Xian made a clone and suppressed his cultivation level.
Standing in the middle of all these meditational leveled cultivators, he felt helpless. Don't forget, he was a Heaven's Favorite of the completion level. Whether it was his identity or his capabilities, he surpassed these people by more than 10 times.
Even those princes, nobles, and descendants of aristocratic families couldn't be compared to him. Yet before his eyes, he was participating in the exam with these people. He felt like he was an immortal who was competing against a meditational level newbie. He felt extremely helpless.
However, as much as he felt helpless, he also felt a special sense of satisfaction. It was like he had returned to his starting point after achieving success and was able to look at everyone and everything around him with a detached gaze.
This feeling was complicated, but without a doubt, it was exhilarating.
Imagine, when everyone around him was fighting for a ninth realm treasure, the ninth realm treasures in his storage pouch were piled up like a mountain. When others were training so hard to advance a level, he could break through in an instant. Why wouldn't he feel good?
Of course, the reason Ling Xian hid his cultivation level and entered the Shang Qing Sect wasn't to experience the feeling of pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger. His ultimate goal was to get that great fortune.
As long as he could get that fortune, all the things he did would be worth it. Other than this ultimate goal, he had other things he needed to take care of.
For example, Yu Wu Xiu, the woman he could not forget.
"I bet we will see each other again very soon."
Remembering that alluring smile from his memory, Ling Xian mumbled with a complex expression. Then, he forced himself to stop thinking about that woman and quietly waited for his turn.
Just like that, time passed by minute by minute.
Some people cheered because they passed the test, others were sad because they could not pass. In front of the Shang Qing Sect's mountain gate, there was a mixture of joy and sorrow. Comedies and tragedies were playing out.
After all, this was the Shang Qing Sect, one of the three controlling forces in Yuezhou. Naturally, the test was difficult.
Therefore, in just the first round of assessment, nearly 30% of the people were eliminated.
This made Ling Xian exclaim. It was no wonder the Shang Qing Sect ruled over Yuezhou. The test to enter the Sect was extremely strict. However, he wasn't worried at all, even though he was only using his doppelganger.
After all, whether it was the clone's Qi level of 10 or his vast knowledge, both were enough to pass the Shang Qing Sect's test.
After around two hours, everyone finished their test. Finally, Ling Ling Ling Xian's the Ling.
"The first test is to test your Spirit Root. Place your hand on this Spirit Testing Plate," the old man in charge of the test said indifferently, not even lifting his eyelids.
"Spiritual roots?"
Ling Xian frowned. He has never tested for spiritual roots before. Therefore, he wasn't sure if he had one or not.
In the Taoism community, spiritual roots are a good way to measure a cultivator's talent. Even if one doesn't have spiritual roots, one can still embark on the path of cultivation. However, cultivators without spiritual roots naturally couldn't compare to those with spiritual roots.
Of course, there are exceptions to everything.
Just like the nine sage bodies of the humankind. These nine body types do not have spiritual roots. But who dares to say that people with these body types are not talented?
Nobody!
The nine sage bodies are widely recognized as the strongest body types in the world. Whether it's natural talent or battling capabilities, they are all extremely powerful!
Ling Xian's ancient majestic blood is also extremely powerful. It does not pale next to the nine sage bodies, it may even be stronger!
Especially the ancient majestic blood inside his body. Simply by awakening a quarter of it, it gave him the Eyes of Execution and the Heaven Shadowing Palm. From this, it became obvious just how dominating his natural talent was!
After all, this was the fourth ranked Eyes of Execution and the sixth most powerful Dharma, Heaven Shadowing Palm!
Therefore, even though he wasn't sure if he had spiritual roots or not, Ling Xian was not at all worried. Unless the Qi Testing Plate cannot detect his natural talent, there was no way he would be eliminated.
Placing his hand on the Qi Testing Plate, Ling Xian manipulated his Qi and injected it into the Qi Testing Plate.
Instantly, the Qi Testing Plate began to emit light. The light was comparable to the Sun in the sky – incomparably bright and blinding!
This commotion attracted the attention of everyone present. Even the examiners in charge of the other three rounds suddenly opened their eyes and looked in this direction.
The Qi Testing Plate was a magical treasure in the Taoism community. Not only can it detect a cultivator's spiritual roots, it can also detect their natural talent.
Normally speaking, from high to low, there are four different levels: the mortal level, the king level, the royal level, and the highest level, the god level. Legend has it that above the god level, there is another level called the immortal level.
However, this was merely a legend and has never been proven. Plus, even if there was, a Qi Testing Plate cannot detect it.
When the Spirit Testing Disc emitted a bright light, it meant that an extremely high talent had appeared. Therefore, everyone at the scene looked over at the same time.
"This is a royal level talent?!"
The old man in charge of testing the talents of the cultivators was stunned. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect that a genius with Emperor Realm talents would appear in this year's recruitment!
When he scanned Ling Xian with his Qi and found out that Ling Xian had a Qi level of 10, he was even more shocked.
Even though before Ling Xian, he had met a few Heaven's Favorites with Qi levels of 10, none of them had royal level talent!
Hearing the elder's words, everyone was even more shocked. All eyes were fixated on Ling Xian, full of envy and jealousy.
However, Ling Xian himself was not satisfied with this result. He knew very well that his natural talent was not as simple as being of the royal level.
After all, the clone's natural talent cannot be compared to the original's. On top of that, the ancient majestic blood inside his body was only half awakened. Once his blood completely awakens, who knows how high his natural talent will be?
However, to act like he hasn't seen much of the world, Ling Xian revealed a surprised smile and asked innocently, "Elder, I wonder if this counts as a pass?"
Counts as a pass?
What the f * ck, if a royal level talent can't pass, then the Shang Qing Sect shouldn't be holding a disciple recruitment ceremony. Nobody will pass!
Everyone cursed silently. The way they looked at Ling Xian was full of jealousy and jealousy.
Especially the Heaven's Favorites with powerful backgrounds who were of the tenth level, the way they looked at him was full of hostility.
It was obvious that Ling Xian stole their thunder.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
