However, after the young lady finished shouting, she immediately looked at Fang Xingjian in disbelief. She stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes, then suddenly asked, "What color clothes did I wear today?"
In Fang Xingjian's Heaven's Perception, his synchronization rate was at 10%, which meant that he was able to receive the most basic 10% of information. It was mainly information related to vision and hearing. It could basically allow one to have clearer senses than seeing, and of course, it could also allow him to clearly see the situation within ten meters around him.
As for the area beyond ten meters, Fang Xingjian continued to sense things through the wind and sound, just like in the past.
He said calmly, "A blue short-sleeved uniform with blue pants."
The young lady was surprised for a moment, then once again waved her hand in front of Fang Xingjian, "Are you really blind?" Suddenly, she thought of how if he had attained Heaven's Perception, he would be able to sense what she was doing. She immediately stuck out her tongue and said, "Wait here, I'll go ask the leader."
With that, she jogged off, "Heaven's Perception. To think that there's another Knight who has attained Heaven's Perception this year, and he's so young?"
Hearing the young lady's voice, the staff in the surroundings all looked over, looking at Fang Xingjian in astonishment and curiosity.
Not long later, the sound of footsteps rang out, and a sweaty Fatso walked over. When he saw Fang Xingjian, he shouted, "You said that you've attained Heaven's Perception?"
Fang Xingjian could clearly sense that although the other party looked very ordinary, his strong muscles and powerful heart showed how strong he was. This Fatso was a first transition Knight.
The young lady followed behind Fatso and shouted, "That's him! That's him! "
Fatso placed his hands behind his back and asked, "How many are my hands?"
Fang Xingjian could clearly sense that the other party's hands, which were hidden behind his back, had formed the shape of eleven. He said calmly, "Eleven."
"It's really Heaven's Perception," Fatso was still a little speechless. He looked at Fang Xingjian in astonishment and said, "How old are you? Which academy are you from? Why did you sign up so late? "
"17 years old, Kirst Royal Academy. My name is Fang Xingjian."
"Oh ~ You're that Fang Xingjian. You've transitioned to a Windstorm Sword Hero and killed a level 20 Garcia's Destined Warrior. It's a pity that you're blind now."
Fang Xingjian did not expect the other party to have heard of his name.
Fatso said, "My name is Valen, and I'm in charge of the registration for this year's Regional Selection. Sigh … Why did you only register now? You're already late. Aren't you a little too ambitious?" He said with a pained expression, "If you're late for the registration, you won't be able to participate in the Regional Selection. At the very least, I don't have this authority. Sigh, tonight is the Hundred Flower Banquet, and the contents of the competition are going to be announced. You definitely can't register here. "How about this? Follow me to meet Governor Devitt. He's in charge of the selection and assessment of all Knights and Conferred Knights in the entire Great Western Region. Only he has the authority to let you participate now." As he spoke, his eyes were filled with pity and anxiety, as if he was even more anxious than Fang Xingjian himself.
"Where's the Governor?" Fang Xingjian asked.
Fatso and Valen said, "Today is the day the Governor's wife is hosting the Hundred Flower Banquet, inviting the various geniuses from the twelve Regional Academies. The Governor and his wife must be in the manor now. Come, come, let's go look for them."
As Fatso and Valen spoke, they had already dragged Fang Xingjian out.
…
In an extremely huge manor located in the eastern suburbs of the Great Western City, it was currently filled with fireworks. Lights filled the entire mountains and plains, and there was an endless stream of horses and carriages at the entrance. There were gorgeously dressed young aristocratic ladies and handsome aristocratic young men everywhere. There were also some Knights with oily faces, tall statures, or skinny statures.
This was the day the Governor's wife, Madam Hathaway, would host the Hundred Flower Banquet. It was also the banquet where the current geniuses would be gathered before each Regional Selection.
"Look, that's Lord Delen from the Regional Secretariat."
"Look, that's Lord Feng Erlun from the Regional Finance Department!"
A young lady then pointed to a young man who was slowly walking down from the horse carriage. He was completely covered in black long robes, with only one of his eyes revealed, and said, "Look, that's Anderson from the South Mountain Academy!"
"He's that Anderson? The first person in the Empire to transition into the Shadow Death God? "
"That's right. Who would have thought that the South Mountain Academy would have hidden him for so long? The Shadow Death God … That's something that only someone from the previous Kingdom had succeeded in transitioning into. If it wasn't because the temptation of this Regional Selection was too great, they would probably have continued hiding him until Anderson was fully prepared."
"His preparations are almost done. I heard that this Anderson has been in the first transition for five years. He has never used a second move against a Knight before, and he's one of the hot favorites to become the champion this year."
The young man, Anderson, seemed to have heard their conversation and glared at them coldly. The few people who were conversing felt their bodies turn cold, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
"Amazing, amazing! Is this the Shadow Death God? "
"To think that I can't move after just one glare."
The few young ladies watched as Anderson left and immediately started chattering. The next moment, another wave of commotion rang out, as if another important character had arrived.
All of a sudden, the sky was filled with flower petals, as if it was raining flowers. Then, amidst the fragrance, the crowd dispersed. A young man in white clothes and pants, with an unbelievably exquisite face and figure, slowly walked over. He looked like a god who had descended from the heavens to the mortal world.
"So … so handsome!"
Next to the young lady, another aristocratic lady shouted, "That must be the Astral Ancestor's third generation disciple, Hoult. It's said that he's also participating in the Regional Selection this time around."
The third generation disciple of a Divine level expert, which meant that he was the disciple of the Astral Ancestor's disciple … This was a very dazzling identity.
And this Divine level expert's name was also very interesting — Astral Ancestor. However, everyone knew that there were no stars in Miracle World. Only some clans with ancient legacies would know that a very, very long time ago, there had been stars in Miracle World. However, for some unknown reason, they had all suddenly disappeared.
Therefore, the name 'Astral Ancestor' contained a hint of an ancient secret, representing a very, very long legacy.
All the aristocratic ladies present immediately looked toward Hoult, as if they were wolves who had seen their prey.
Among the crowd, Kirst Royal Academy's Rota mumbled, "Legend has it that all the Astral Ancestor's disciples must be handsome men and beautiful women. Those whose appearances and figures are slightly out of shape will be chased out of the sect. It seems that it's true."
Manny laughed out loud and said, "Is that true? To think that there's such a thing."
Ralph and Hamil turned their heads as well, as if this was the first time they had heard such gossip.
However, the Vice Headmaster, Edger, who was leading the group, immediately criticized, "Shut up. This is the Great Western City, not a small place like Kirst. You guys must be mindful of your image and not speak carelessly. You'll be throwing Kirst's face."
Glaring fiercely at the few of them, Edger's brows furrowed again. "This year's Regional Selection is really filled with crouching tigers and hidden dragons. To think that all the powerful characters have come out."
Just then, a commotion broke out in the direction of the entrance once again, gathering toward that direction like a tidal wave.
"What's wrong?"
"What's going on?"
Edger asked the people next to him what was going on. A Knight said excitedly, "It's Master Yuelun. Lord Holy Orison's first disciple, Master Yuelun, is here."
Under the astonished gazes of Edger and the others, a middle-aged man dressed in white robes with a calm expression, who looked no different from any monk in a church, walked out slowly.
At the same time, in the direction of the manor's hall, a silhouette flew past at high speed. It was Governor Devitt, who had come out to welcome him.
Many spatial gaps were left in the sky as Governor Devitt appeared before Yuelun in a flash, laughing as he gave him a hug.
"Old friend, why have you come as well? Could it be that you're thinking of participating in the Regional Selection?" Devitt joked, but he knew that it was impossible for this second transition level 29 expert to participate in the Regional Selection.
The reason why Devitt had come out to welcome him was not because of Yuelun's status, but because he represented the Holy Orison, representing the prestige of a Divine level expert.
"Lord Devitt, you're still as vigorous as ever." Yuelun smiled and said softly, "As for me, I'm only here to look for someone."
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