Ti passed by the second.
Many who had initially been confident left dejected after undergoing the testing.
They hadn’t expected that they didn’t have a Spirit Root.
It was an exceptionally cruel reality.
"Spirit Roots are even rarer than I imagined." Lin Fan realized a problem—after so many tests, there were only a handful of people who possessed Spirit Roots.
And from their clothing, it was apparent they were all Noble Family Young Masters.
The proportion of Noble Family Young Masters possessing Spirit Roots was around seventy percent.
What a terrifying figure.
Monopoly.
The Noble Family Young Masters had monopolized the threshold to cultivation. For commoners to possess a Spirit Root, it truly depended on sheer luck or whether the Lord of Heaven would offer a chance to defy destiny.
"Postnatal Realm, Fourth Grade Wood Spirit Root, qualified," the examiner said.
The man undergoing the test cheered and roared, so overjoyed it seed he might float into the sky.
The examiner smiled; not bad—so far, this was the highest-grade Spirit Root yet.
"Congratulations on earning the qualification to join the Immortal Sect. Now, take out your rit Token so we can register you. Then head to the waiting area," the examiner said.
The man responded, "rit? I don’t have any rit. I’m here to join the Immortal Sect, not for so other task. What use would rit be?"
The Immortal Sect examiner’s expression remained indifferent as he coldly said, "Postnatal Realm, Fourth Grade Wood Spirit Root, no rit, not qualified. Next."
An uproar!
The man shouted in disbelief, "I have a Fourth Grade Wood Spirit Root, currently the highest one! You can’t bend the rules even a little?"
The examiner replied, "Rules are rules. No one can change them. Even if you had a Seventh Grade Spirit Root or an Eighth Grade Spirit Root, the rule remains unbroken."
"Next."
The man was thoroughly unwilling. He wanted to point out that ten years ago, in Dawn City, soone with a Ninth Grade Spirit Root had also joined the Immortal Sect without a rit Token. So why not him?
Though he thought it, he didn’t dare say it out loud. Otherwise, he’d embarrass the Immortal Sect—a consequence with endless repercussions.
No one knew how much ti had passed.
Lin Fan, standing in line, was nearly falling asleep.
Suddenly.
An earth-shattering shout erupted across the test grounds.
"Second Grade Realm, Seventh Grade Earth Spirit Root!"
On the high platform,
a swordsman seated in a chair suddenly jumped up and looked down below, then sat back down with excitent, his eyes gleaming with joy.
A treasure had been found.
He hadn’t expected Dawn City to produce a Seventh Grade Spirit Root. That was already an exceptionally high-grade Spirit Root. Spirit Roots were divided into upper, middle, and lower tiers.
Mixed Spiritual Roots weren’t even worth ntioning.
First Grade, Second Grade, and Third Grade: lower tier.
Fourth Grade, Fifth Grade, and Sixth Grade: middle tier.
Seventh Grade, Eighth Grade, and Ninth Grade: upper tier.
Ordinary disciples in the Immortal Sect usually possessed lower-tier Spirit Roots. Even the examiner himself was rely a Fifth Grade tal Spirit Root holder.
A disciple with a Seventh Grade Spirit Root, as long as trained properly, would inevitably beco an Immortal Sect elder in the future.
Soon after, another announcent followed.
"Second Grade Realm, Seventh Grade Earth Spirit Root, full rit, qualified." The examiner smiled broadly, essentially turning a blind eye to the truth. The applicant obviously had no rit Token, but letting a Seventh Grade Spirit Root slip by due to rits? That would invite divine punishnt.
Rules only served to restrain ordinary people.
For extraordinary figures and talents, rules were made to be broken.
"Congratulations! From now on, you’re fellow disciples. Please proceed to the waiting area. After the test concludes, you’ll all return to the Immortal Sect together. If you’re a resident of this city, a senior brother will accompany you ho afterward to bid farewell to your family," the examiner said with a warm smile.
The smile was comforting.
It made people instinctively feel close to him.
"Damn it! What rules? This is clearly flexible depending on your talent!" Lin Fan had sharp eyes and imdiately saw through the situation. That applicant didn’t even have a rit Token.
How outrageously pragmatic.
Soon after.
"Next."
"Brother, it’s your turn." The man behind Lin Fan nudged him.
Lin Fan snapped back to reality, feeling helpless. He had already co to terms with it. No Spirit Root, so be it. No big deal. After all, he had a little helper of his own. Even if he didn’t join the Immortal Sect, it wouldn’t kill him.
The Immortal Sect examiner was in an excellent mood.
Discovering a Seventh Grade Spirit Root in Dawn City was a trendous success.
His attitude toward Lin Fan was noticeably friendlier as a result.
"Don’t be nervous. It’s just a test; it’ll be done quickly," the examiner reassured.
Lin Fan placed his hands on the testing platform, curious about his Martial Arts aptitude.
The examiner, cheerful and relaxed, glanced at the platform. Then, suddenly, he rubbed his eyes and blinked several tis.
It was as if he’d seen sothing unbelievable.
He then looked up at Lin Fan and back down at the platform.
Then he shouted loudly.
"Innate Realm, Inner Strength exceeds the full limit, Martial Arts aptitude... monstrous!"
In an instant.
The scene fell into an uproar.
"Holy crap, is this for real? What’s the point of such high Martial Arts cultivation?"
"What does it an for Inner Strength to exceed the full limit?"
"’Monstrous aptitude’? I don’t rember such a category even existing."
Many attendees had participated in the test before. Even if they stood no chance all their lives, they enjoyed the atmosphere of the Immortal Sect’s exams.
Soone recalled that the highest previous Martial Arts aptitude was labeled "Exceptional."
On the high platform, the swordsman looked at Lin Fan with astonishnt. He hadn’t expected to witness such an unprecedented event.
Inner Strength exceeding the full limit was an exceedingly rare phenonon.
It was like encountering a Demon.
Demons who cultivated for a hundred years could transform.
For Martial Arts practitioners, their cultivation peaked after a hundred years, with no further growth—it was a hard limit. To advance further, one had to study Immortal Law.
Yet here appeared soone whose Inner Strength had exceeded the full limit.
This piqued everyone’s curiosity.
Especially when it ca to this aptitude...
Monstrous.
But alas.
The Martial Arts path was far too short. Even at its peak, it barely reached the Innate Realm. Within the mortal world, that was impressive, but it was rely the gateway to the Immortal Sect.
Nevertheless, the swordsman on the platform held so expectations for Lin Fan.
He was curious about Lin Fan’s Spirit Root potential.
"Your Martial Arts cultivation and aptitude are terrifyingly remarkable. We’ll test your Spirit Root soon. Don’t be nervous; it’ll be over quickly. Hopefully, you’re not like the last guy," the examiner said, regaining his composure.
Perhaps the previous incidents had tempered him, allowing him to remain calm in the face of anything extraordinary.
Not just the examiner, but all the other applicants were eager to see the result.
So were silently praying.
"Please don’t let him have a Spirit Root."
"Please don’t let him have a Spirit Root. Or let it be a Mixed Spiritual Root."
Lin Fan once again placed his hands on the platform.
The Immortal Sect examiner scrutinized the platform. Gradually, his initially expectant expression turned into disappointnt. Then, with a blank face, he declared:
"Innate Realm, Inner Strength exceeds the full limit, monstrous aptitude, no Spirit Root, not qualified."
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd fell silent. Then, murmurs and sighs of pity rippled through the air.
The examiner patted Lin Fan on the shoulder and said, "Spirit Roots are determined by fate, unchangeable. Don’t dwell on it. With your cultivation, you can still achieve great things in the mortal world."
Lin Fan smiled and said, "Thank you for the encouragent. No worries. I was just here for the experience."
Yet, inside, he was cursing up a storm.
Damn it!
So infuriating.
Even though he’d known he lacked a Spirit Root, hearing it confird out loud still stung.
Why was his luck so terrible?
If only he’d sohow ended up with a complete Spirit Root during that ti!
It wasn’t like he was demanding a Ninth Grade Spirit Root right off the bat or anything!
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