Sky War Soul

0The birthday banquet continued for a long time as maids brought delicacies from the sea.    

    

These dishes were all prepared by famous chefs in the Central Region and were made with extremely extravagant ingredients. All sorts of spiritual medicines were mixed in, causing one to be able to feel the pure spiritual energy flowing through their entire body after eating them.    

    

Over at the banquet, the experts bade their farewells one after another. Their time was extremely precious and they weren't willing to waste it on such a thing.    

    

Of course, it was also because they weren't clear about Wang Zhanting's true identity.    

    

Even with their level, they were still unable to come into contact with the level of the Region Emperor.    

    

The banquet finally ended after half a day.    

    

Many guests suggested to take their leave, but there were still many heaven's pride level experts who stayed behind.    

    

Previously, Wang Zhuo said that he would hold a small test after the birthday banquet. Those who performed well in the test, would receive the Shadow Mountain's reward.    

    

These heaven's pride level experts found this very interesting. Since they had nothing else to do, they might as well stay and play.    

    

If he could establish a relationship with the Shadow Mountain, then this trip would be worth it.    

    

When Wang Zhuo returned to the banquet site, a crystal ball with countless noodles floating in his palm was shining with a faint white light.    

    

"Since everyone has decided to stay, this is considered giving face to my Shadow Mountain. Regardless of success or failure, there will always be a gift for all of you."    

    

Wang Zhuo spoke in a very magnanimous manner. After all, he was the mountain lord of the Shadow Mountain, and just by looking at its level, he could be considered to be on par with the four Human Emperors.    

    

Many of the remaining heaven's pride experts laughed, "What kind of test is this? Mountain King, your lack of appetite really makes us anxious."    

    

"Why isn't Chu Yun back yet?"    

    

Tang Zixian looked around but did not find any trace of Chu Yun. He could not help but feel somewhat doubtful in his heart.    

    

Wang Zhuo had already returned, but there was no trace of him. Could it be that something had happened?    

    

"Sis, don't think too much. Chu Yun just got engaged, he definitely needs a lot of time to reminisce about the old days. It's only been a short while and you're already so worried? "    

    

Tang Haoran twitched her mouth. As his relationship with Chu Yun became stronger and stronger, Tang Haoran did not care about how much strength she had left in between and Tang Zixian.    

    

"Is your skin itchy?"    

    

Tang Zixian's beautiful face turned cold.    

    

Tang Haoran immediately covered her mouth, not saying another word.    

    

"The test's content is very simple. You guys walk up one by one and place your palms on this crystal ball. It's enough to simply stimulate the spiritual energy in your body."    

    

Wang Zhuo raised his hand and threw it. The crystal ball immediately floated forward and landed in front of the many prodigies.    

    

"This crystal ball can test your talent, and your talent is divided into ten levels."    

    

"Test our innate talent? And according to what test, didn't talent rely on one's martial spirit to differentiate between strong and weak? "    

    

Doubts were raised.    

    

"This is something self-made by our Shadow Mountain. It naturally has its own set of rules regarding the classification of talent."    

    

Wang Zhuo's expression remained calm, then placed his hands behind his back and looked at the many Heaven's Pride members, raising his eyebrows: Who wants to go first?    

    

"Interesting, let me go first!"    

    

A Super Large Core Disciple walked out and took a deep breath, then placed his palm on the crystal ball and poured in some spirit energy.    

    

"Swish!"    

    

The crystal ball suddenly lit up, and five white lights, that looked like dragons, emerged from the sky.    

    

"Fifth-rate talent is already quite good."    

    

Wang Zhuo nodded, then waved his hand, and the servants behind him immediately brought out a three thousand year old spirit pellet with smiles on their faces.    

    

"Did you not meet the requirements?" What a pity! "    

    

That core disciple could let it go easily, so he didn't care too much about it. He laughed and took the three thousand year old spiritual medicines before turning around and leaving.    

    

Another Heaven's Pride walked up and activated the crystal ball.    

    

Six beams of white light shot into the sky, whistling through the air with an ear-piercing sound.    

    

"Sixth level talent."    

    

Wang Zhuo said indifferently, his expression still unchanging.    

    

"No?"    

    

That heaven's pride expert was slightly discouraged. In the end, he could only shake his head and retreat.    

    

"Let me try!"    

    

Yu Jing's eyes lit up. This was definitely a good time to shine.    

    

He had a martial spirit at the fourth or fifth level of the Heaven Realm, how could his talent be bad?    

    

Seeing that Yu Jing had decided to make a move, some of the heaven's pride level experts also took a deep breath. They wanted to see what level of talent he could use.    

    

Yu Jing was one of the top three prodigies of the Yu Family. His actions were like a benchmark to many people.    

    

Some of those who thought that their strength was on par with his were silently watching Yu Jing. As long as the results of his test came out, then they would be on par with him.    

    

Yu Jing walked forward arrogantly and teased Wang Zhuo, "Mountain Master Wang, if my innate talent exceeds ten levels, would this crystal ball explode because it couldn't take it?"    

    

"You can try."    

    

Wang Zhuo was expressionless, but in reality, the way he looked at Yu Jing was as though he was looking at a retard.    

    

Yu Jing smiled and covered his palm. He then activated the crystal ball with confidence.    

    

The light shone brightly.    

    

It was even more eye-catching than the previous two.    

    

"Just what level of talent would it be? I'm really curious!"    

    

"It shouldn't be too bad, right?"    

    

Many of the heaven's pride level experts had their eyes fixed on this scene, filled with anticipation.    

    

"Swish!"    

    

All he saw was eight streaks of white light soaring into the sky, connecting with each other in a majestic manner, illuminating the entire space.    

    

"Only eight levels!"    

    

Yu Jing raised his head and looked. He was not too satisfied. He thought that his talent would definitely reach level 10.    

    

However, this should be considered to be over the limit, right?    

    

If he couldn't even be considered an eight level talent, then this standard was a bit too harsh.    

    

Wang Zhuo shook his head, and signaled the maid to send him a gift.    

    

Yu Jing looked at the three thousand year old elixir that the maid passed over. His face turned green as he said, "Mountain Lord Wang, isn't an eighth level talent considered as passing?"    

    

Wang Zhuo's eyes narrowed as he enunciated each word clearly: "The eighth level is still far from the eighth level, only the tenth level can be considered as barely passing."    

    

"Hua!"    

    

Upon hearing these words, all the other heaven's pride level experts were shocked.    

    

In reality, the fact that Yu Jing had reached the eighth level was within everyone's expectations. And the eighth level was considered one of the best.    

    

Only, he did not expect Wang Zhuo to have such strict requirements, with only ten levels of Inherent Skill, he could be considered to have passed, and it was even barely able to pass.    

    

Even Yu Jing was only Level 8. How could he have Level 10 Talent!?    

    

Yu Jing's expression changed as he angrily roared: "Mountain Lord Wang, it's not that I'm rude, but I dare to say that if this standard was followed, there definitely wouldn't be a tenth grade talent existing in the entire central region!"    

    

"That may not be so."    

    

Wang Zhuo was too lazy to argue with Yu Jing. His gaze swept across the field: "Who else?"    

    

"Me."    

    

Tang Wudi walked out eagerly and placed her palm on it.    

    

A total of nine beams of light shot up into the sky with a flash.    

    

"Ss, Ninth grade talent!"    

    

They had heard of Tang Wudi's name before, but they never thought that he would actually be able to use her 9th grade Inherent Skill.    

    

Yu Jing's expression turned ugly, but he kept comforting himself in his heart. Tang Wudi was the strongest among the young generation of Tang, she possessed a Level Six Heaven Ranked mutated Martial Spirit, it was normal for her talent to be at the ninth level.    

    

He was already stronger than her, and she didn't need to compare herself with such a heaven defying person.    

    

Furthermore, in the entire Tang, he was probably the only person with this level of talent.    

    

No matter, he was an exception.    

    

"Allow me."    

    

Tang Zixian walked up and placed her palm on it.    

    

The light shone brightly.    

    

Nine streaks of white light shot into the sky.    

    

Yu Jing's expression immediately changed as if he had eaten sh * t.    

    

"I'll give it a try too."    

    

Tang Haoran laughed and also put her hands on it.    

    

The same light flashed.    

    

Nine streaks of white light whistled through the air, soaring into the heavens.    

    

Yu Jing's face was black, even more ugly than if he had eaten a few kilograms of sh * t.    

    

It would have been fine if it was only Tang Wudi, but she never thought that even the three of them would possess the same level of Inherent Skill and could easily compete with him.    

    

That feeling was even worse than eating feces.    

    

"Heavens! He actually got three spots in a row!"    

    

"Tang actually has three ninth level talents!"    

    

"Tang Zixian, I know, isn't Tang Haoran the famous trash martial spirit?"    

    

"Bullshit, the Dragon Tooth Grass has already awakened. It's a powerful Heaven Grade Seven martial spirit!"    

    

Many of the Heaven's Pride's face were filled with shock, looking at each other, all of them felt that there were too many strong people in the young generation of Tang.    

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Needless to say, Chu Yun could also be considered to be part of the Tang.    

    

"Ahh, what a pity. I had thought that I would be able to pass."    

    

Tang Haoran sighed. As she walked past Yu Jing, she muttered: "Only a 9th grade talent. This is too embarrassing."    

    

It was unintentional, but when Yu Jing heard it, it was no different from slapping him in the face.    

    

"Tang Haoran, you …"    

    

Yu Jing was flustered and exasperated. He felt like his lungs were about to explode.    

    

Tang Haoran was confused. She couldn't understand why Yu Jing would suddenly be so excited.    

    

Wang Zhuo shook his head and sighed.    

    

A ninth level talent would barely be qualified to enter the Skypalace Hall, but this was far from enough.    

    

The Wang Chengying was a grade ten talent, wasn't it the same as the one that was defeated in the Heavenly Treasure Hall?    

    

One must possess a tenth rank talent in order to be worthy of opening the heavenly temple.    

    

As the numerous prodigies came up for the test, none of them had a ninth-grade talent. The strongest was only an eighth-grade talent.    

    

Yu Jing took a deep breath and mockingly said, "Mountain Lord Wang, see if I'm right or not, your standards are just randomly set. It's impossible for someone in the central region to reach a grade 10 talent!"    

    

Yu Jing, who had just been ruthlessly slapped in the face by the Tang's trio, urgently needed to regain some face back at this moment.    

    

Wang Zhuo coldly swept a glance at him, not even interested in replying.    

    

What a short-sighted thing.    

    

"Let me try."    

    

A calm voice came from not too far away. Chu Yun walked out from within the many halls and expressionlessly walked to the side of the crystal ball. He then placed his palm on the crystal ball.    

    

"Tsk tsk, I advise you not to take this lying down!"    

    

Yu Jing mocked from the side. He felt that Chu Yun was only a seventh grade Innate Ranker after pushing himself to death. It was not even worth mentioning.    

    

Chu Yun did not care about Yu Jing, but calmed his heart down and slowly injected his Spirit Qi in, neither too fast nor too slow.    

    

Wang Zhuo stared deadly at the crystal ball. He really wanted to know if Chu Yun had the qualifications to enter the Heavenly Treasure Hall.    

    

After all, he was the son of Si Die.