C322 Testing Talent
C322 Testing Talent
Those who had tried it already knew the result and there was no need to try again. Those who had not tried it before did not think that they would be the first to succeed either. After all, none of the people before them had succeeded, and Loong Aotian was one of them.
Although this test of talent had nothing to do with the level of strength, everyone still unconsciously linked it with strength, causing them to lack confidence and not dare to rashly try it out.
Lau Yu sighed secretly. No wonder why there was not even the slightest bit of confidence in them. Before coming here, he had already understood it from Wu Feng and Young Master Tianyu.
This test crystal was divided into nine ranks: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, black, and white. White was the strongest, while red was the worst.
And if he wanted to enter the Supreme Holy Palace to become an honorary disciple, he would also need a purple talent.
There were a total of nine levels, but each of the honorary disciples had the talent to reach the seventh step.
As far as Lau Yu knew, only his cheap master, Sovereign Tyrant Sword, had reached the requirements to reach the Seventh Order with barely enough talent.
However, an honorary disciple's position was nothing to someone as haughty as Sovereign Tyrant Sword. He was confident that even if he didn't rely on Supreme Holy Palace, he could still dominate Darknorth Continent, and in the end, he really did do it. It became a legend in the past thousand years of Darknorth Continent.
In addition, so many years had passed, but there was still no one who had met the requirements. Even the terrifyingly strong Loong Aotian had only reached level 6 and didn't have the qualifications to become an honorary disciple.
Seeing that no one came up to take the test, the old man shook his head in disappointment.
At this time, a martial artist who was itching to give it a try finally couldn't hold it in. The Martial Cultivator of Martial Lord of Fifth Grade jumped out and shouted: "Let me try."
After this person finished speaking, his right hand pressed down on the crystal ball. Immediately, red, orange, and yellow rays of light flashed one after another, finally stopping at the yellow ball.
"Talent level 3, not qualified." The old man indifferently said with a sigh. This talent was simply too bad.
"Only level three?" This youth's face was immediately filled with disappointment. He was only in his forties right now, and to be able to reach the Martial Lord of Fifth Grade, he must have thought that he had good talent, but the result was a serious blow to him.
"Brat, there's no need to sigh. Among us, many of us are only at the first or second rank. Some of us aren't even at the first rank. What's there to be disappointed about!" Seeing the youth's appearance, someone immediately said with jealousy, "This boy, he's completely pulling aggro."
Hearing this, the young man did not believe it at first, but when he saw that everyone's eyes did not seem like they were lying, his worries turned into joy as his heart bloomed. He could only look up at the sky and shout loudly.
This made the old man even more disappointed. The warriors had all lost their will to fight.
However, the views of the candidates below were completely different from those of the old man.
"This kid actually has a third-level talent. The five heaven's pride level experts only have a fourth-level talent. This kid's future is limitless."
"Yeah, he's still young right now. Maybe after another two years, he'll be able to become one of the five Heaven's Pride level characters."
The young man who was being praised became more and more proud, as if he was really amazing.
Although the old man was disappointed, it was still beneficial for this young man to take the lead. This immediately boosted the confidence of the young elites participating in the fight for the top spot.
"I will also give it a try!" Finally, someone couldn't hold back any longer and also came forward to give it a try.
"Talent level 1, unqualified!" The old man shook his head.
"I'll give it a try too!"
"Talent level 1, unqualified!"
"I'll do it!"
"Talent rank 2, disqualified!"
"No level one talent, not qualified!"
"Hahaha …"
When a person who didn't even have a rank 1 talent appeared, the entire audience couldn't help but burst out in laughter as they laughed mockingly.
As for the people that were being mocked, they wished that they could find a hole to hide in. It was truly too embarrassing.
As time passed, more and more people were motivated and they came forward to test their talents. Unfortunately, most of them were level one or two and those who reached level three were phoenix feathers or water caltrop.
All of them went up expectantly, yet their faces were full of disappointment. No one was surprised at all.
At this time, Loong Aotian, as the First King, could not hold it in any longer. He walked up to the crystal and immediately attracted everyone's attention.
As for Loong Aotian going up, most of the people present were not surprised. After all, Loong Aotian was cultivating Nine Revolutions Fiendgod Spell.
The magic of Nine Revolutions Fiendgod Spell was that it could increase a person's Innate Ability and raise their talent potential. The last time Loong Aotian had been a Level 6 Inherent skill, five years had passed and his cultivation had already increased. This time, he might even reach Level 7 or become an honorary disciple.
Loong Aotian slowly placed his right hand on top. At this moment, he could be said to be the center of attention, everyone was looking forward to see if Loong Aotian could break the curse and become an honorary disciple of Supreme Holy Palace.
A red light lit up, and then, like a hot knife through butter, it turned orange, then yellow, then green … Blue.
After reaching blue, when the blue light shone, it was already rather slow, but it still shone brighter and brighter.
Slowly, when the blue light was about to reach its peak, the color was slowly changing until it looked like it was about to turn purple.
Everyone present held their breath. Even the old man revealed an expression of interest. In his eyes, there was also a bit of anticipation.
However, when the blue light was about to rush to the purple light, it just couldn't rush up. It was just a bit away from it, yet it couldn't rush up. Even the crowd was worried for Loong Aotian.
Loong Aotian's face also turned red as he held onto the crystal ball tightly, as if this would enhance his talent.
He shook his head and said: "You don't need to try anymore, your talent has already reached the limit, no matter what, it will be futile, unless your physical body can break through to Martial King, then there will be hope. Just a little more, and you will not be able to become an honorary disciple of Supreme Holy Palace."
Loong Aotian's face was filled with dissatisfaction, but he knew what the old man said. He unwillingly put his hand down and left the crystal ball. However, everyone knew that he was in a bad mood with a gloomy face.
It was no wonder. He was just a hair's breadth away from success, yet he was rejected by the other party. One could imagine how depressed he was.