
Liu Yue'er looked at Zhao Fengs relaxed demeanor, it seemed like no other genius could enter her eyes. Even when he looked at the cultivators of the ninth rank, it was still expressionless.
Hmph!
Liu Yue'er's brows twitched slightly and she did not hide the disgust in her eyes. The geniuses present were all very young, one of them was a prodigy in their original clan/sect/family and they were all very confident in themselves.
Zhao Feng finally realized his attitude was a little insulting. He only focused on Bei Moi, the others could not even look him in the eye.
"Mr Guanjun, what kind of Spiritual Body do your students have?" Mr. Cangtie asked curiously.
Hearing this, a mocking smile appeared on Nan Gongfan's lips.
Lord Guanjun shook his head: "Average."
He did not want to talk about Zhao Fengs talent, but his reaction made Lord Cangtie and Liu Yue'er even more curious.
"I don't believe that his talent is better than mine."
A confident expression appeared on Liu Yue'er's face.
Nightly.
The young men started chatting amongst themselves while waiting for the day to arrive. Sometimes, some youths would fight with others.
“Xiao Sun! Don't think that you can look down on us because you reached the 9th rank! ”
From not far away came the sound of quarrel. Everyone turned their heads towards the sound and they discovered a black-clothed youth of the 9th rank was arguing with some other youths.
The black-clothed youth was Xiao Sun, the only rank 9 youth present.
"A group of weak people!" Xiao Sun coldly scanned the other youths of the 7th and 8th rank.
His 9th rank aura was unleashed, making the other youth unable to breathe properly.
“What are we afraid of? Attack together!”
Two youths of rank 8 pounced on Xiao Sun from left and right. The three immediately started fighting.
Every young man here had practiced high grade martial arts and they were top ranked in their perspective rankings. The two youths of rank 8 could even go against rank 9, but Xiao Sun had practiced speed and offensive skills which were both Holy martial arts and he had defeated the two young men in just a few moves.
"The strength of Xiao Sun is quite close to Bei Moi." Zhao Feng thought.
It had been 20 days after Bei Moi left and he possessed strength comparable to that of a half-Saint martial artist back then. Now that he had entered the Clan would he become stronger?
"This Xiao Sun comes from the largest family in exile, the family" Xiao. This family had existed for thousands of years and their strength was no weaker than the Provincial City. ” Mr Guanjun said in a low tone.
This was the first time Zhao Feng had heard there was a power in the Cloud Country that was stronger than Guanjun Province City. But even so, these families in seclusion would try their best to send their younger generation into the Clan.
Plash! Plash!
Xiao Sun immediately struck the two rank 8 youths.
“Hahaha... I will come first time in the entrance exam!” Xiao Sun laughed out loud.
First place?
His words caused the enmity of other geniuses like Liu Yue'er and Princess Yun Xiang.
There were a limited number of places for those who wanted to enter the Clan. According to what Zhao Feng knew, there were a total of 3 tests and scores were given for each test.
Rankings will be awarded according to their summarized score, only the top 20 will be accepted. For example, if the Broken Moon Clan wanted to receive 20 disciples, they would only take the top 20 disciples. Higher rankings were the biggest advantage they had because they had a higher chance of being accepted by a high-level Clan. .
Lord Guanjun had spoken to Zhao Feng and the others about this and now, Xiao Sun was eyeing the first place which made the others slightly upset. Clearly, none of them challenged him because Xiao Sun had the highest cultivation and the Clan tested his talent, strength, and enlightenment.
Talent takes 60% of the test which means that even if you are the strongest, you may not be the first.
“Hmph! Talent is the most important!”
"Fuckin' thick! No matter how strong you are at the moment, you will still be surpassed due to lack of talent. ”
The other youths said this but none of them challenged him.
The older generation does not bother the young people because they think it is just a children's game.
“Xiao Sun, Yun Mengxiang, Liu Yueer and Sun Yuanhap.
Zhao Fengs eyes were fixed on those he thought were the most spectacular.
The person with the highest cultivation was Xiao Sun. After she came Yun Mengxiang and Liu Yue'er, who both had extreme beauty.
The last one came Sun Yuanhao.
Sun Yuanhao was very clean and short, but Zhao Feng felt an aura similar to Bei Moi's radiance from him. As if sensing his gaze, Sun Yuanhao smiled at him innocently.
Time passed slowly.
A few hours later, a faint light appeared in the sky. The dawn has appeared. Sunlight shone towards the mist of Sky Moon Mountain, reflecting a glorious silver light.
The shape of the mountain appeared, but the mist around the mountain made it difficult to see what was inside.
Faintly, Zhao Feng seemed to see a dazzling sight: There were creeks, rivers, and even farmland to grow crops. On top of the green hill, there were blocks and building blocks.
When Zhao Feng fully circulated his left eye, he saw a dark green palace floating in the sky and blue lightning flooded around him ...
"What's!? The entire palace floated in the air between lightning?” Zhao Feng was stunned.
Every item within the Clan seemed to be different from the outside world. The palace was amazing because it was located between lightning and the wind which gave a feeling of holiness.
Zhao Fengs heart could not calm down and he felt a thumping sound coming from his left eye as if sensing something. He wanted to ask others, but he could not because the palace was very far away and hid behind a fog that even the people from the Ascended Realm could not see.
Xiu~ Weng~
A flash of bright white light appeared from the other side of the cliff. Zhao Feng saw a stone door weighing several thousand kilograms lift up slowly.
"The flight's open!"
From the crowd came cheers.
Teng! Teng! Teng…
Several figures immediately rushed into the "U" shaped street".
"The entrance test will begin soon." Lord Guanjun warned his three disciples and led the way.
After reaching the end of the road, they arrived in front of the stone gate. This stone gate was the entrance to the Broken Moon Clan.
There were four young men standing there and each of them had a terrifying aura that made those at the 9th rank even tremble.
Opening his left eye, Zhao Feng discovered that the strength of the 4 youths was on par with Lord Guanjun. Lord Guanjun was from the 2nd Sky of the Ascended Realm and the youths were also around there.
In the mortal world, they would be powerful figures, but here they were only guards.
Lord Guanjun and the others issued special tokens as they passed by.
"Greetings, Deacon Qiu!"
Clan members appeared when a group of people entered the mountain, there were dozens of them with each emitting a powerful aura.
All of these members were wearing black-striped shirts and they were all Ascended Realm. The one who led them was a middle-aged man who was summoned by the others as "Diakon Qiu".
"Greetings, Deacong Qiu!"
Lord Guanjun and the others all came and bowed. The young men behind them immediately followed.
Zhao Feng did not feel anything from Deacon Qiu, but when he opened his left eye, he felt a terrifying flow of power through the Deacon that made his blood boil.
“This Deacon Qiu's strength is much stronger than the Masters. He could kill people from the Sacred Martial Path with just 1 finger. ”
Zhao Feng immediately analyzed and he closed the ability of his left eye out of fear of being caught by the opponent.
"Everyone followed me."
Deacon Qiu's eyes scanned the people present as if he was looking at an ant.
Immediately, the group arrived in front of the large stone stage. On the stage, there was a crystal beam ten meters high and half a meter wide and shining in the sunlight.
"The first test of the Spiritual Sky Beam, everyone come and get your number."
Deacon Qiu ordered the older generation to take out the youths and register collecting their numbers.
"Zhao Feng, number 49."
"Yang Qingshan, number 50."
…….
After taking out the license plates each, Zhao Feng saw several disciples coming to watch. One of them was a handsome young man wearing a black striped shirt who smiled as he spoke to Lord Guanjun: "Uncle Xu Ran, we meet again."
Yang Qingshan and the others looked at him with caution and hostility.
This handsome young man was Quan Chen, the one who had taken Bei Moi away that day.