Panlong: Taotie bloodline, unlimited power growth!

Liuyun City.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

The Viscount Bartley's mansion was already bustling with activity.

"Hurry up, Raven, stop dawdling."

Jenny called upstairs as she straightened her mage robes.

Nowadays.

She had specially changed into a formal mage's robe, and the badge on her chest, which represented a sixth-level mage, was polished to a gleaming shine.

Although he didn't say it.

But it was obvious to everyone that she was even more nervous than Raven, the person involved.

"Mom, what time is it?"

"Are the temple gates open?"

Raven slowly sauntered down the stairs, still clutching half a loaf of uneaten bread in his hand.

He felt somewhat helpless.

As a transmigrator with an adult soul.

While the feeling of being rushed around like a child is heartwarming, it's also incredibly frustrating.

"Going early won't hurt!"

"That's the High Priest's temple, not a marketplace!"

Upon hearing this...

Doug Bartley looked up and glanced at his son, his rugged face expressionless.

This level nine warrior was as burly as a brown bear, and his mere presence exuded a strong sense of oppression.

Although he wasn't wearing armor today, his tight-fitting samurai outfit still accentuated his explosive muscle lines.

Doug's attitude toward his son's magical talent was ambiguous.

He was a pure warrior, a title he earned through sheer hard work with a heavy sword.

In his view, magicians were too fragile; if someone got close, they would die.

But he also knew that the status of a mage was indeed slightly higher than that of a warrior of the same level.

"Alright!"

"Don't scare the child!"

Jenny rolled her eyes at her husband, then turned and took Raven's hand, carefully straightening his collar.

"Raven, don't be afraid!"

"Mom, I'm a level six mage. You inherited my bloodline, so you must have talent!"

She was comforting Raven, but more importantly, she was comforting herself.

Raven nodded obediently, but he was thinking to himself.

talent?

Although my body has abnormal attributes, my magical talent... is really hard to say.

If you can't even become a magician, then you'll really be a disgrace to transmigrators.

The carriage was already prepared.

The carriages bearing the coat of arms of the Bartlett family creaked dully on the cobblestones.

The Temple of Life is located in the heart of the capital city.

It was a magnificent building entirely covered in emerald green, like a giant tree growing from the depths of the earth, full of vibrant life.

Unlike the magnificent Temple of Light in the Kingdom of Fenlai.

There's no sense of aloofness or sacredness here; instead, there's a greater sense of nature and tranquility.

after all.

The people here worship the goddess of life.

The high priestess Catherine was also known for her low profile.

At this moment, a large number of people have already gathered in the temple square.

Most of the participants were aristocratic families who brought their children to the test, but there were also some simply dressed commoners.

In this world.

Magical talent is the quickest way to change one's destiny.

Once someone is found to have the potential to become a magician, even a beggar's son can instantly rise to prominence.

"There are so many people."

Raven peered out the car window.

The densely packed heads gave him a bit of trypophobia.

"This is only the first batch."

Doug jumped off the carriage and reached out to help Jenny down.

Then he lifted Raven out with one hand, as easily as lifting a chick.

"Viscount Bartley?"

A greeting came from the side.

A middle-aged, overweight man dressed in a magnificent silk robe walked over with a smile.

Behind him followed a timid little boy.

"It's Baron Turner."

Doug nodded in return, his attitude neither warm nor cold.

This is the confidence of a level nine expert.

In this world where force reigns supreme.

Even though he was only a viscount, his status far exceeded that of an ordinary earl or even a marquis.

Baron Turner was clearly used to Doug's temper and didn't care.

His gaze fell on Raven, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"This must be your son?"

"He's incredibly handsome, with the air of a magician about him."

That was a very awkward attempt at flattery.

Raven rolled his eyes.

This fat guy probably doesn't even know his own name.

"Thank you for your kind words."

Jenny seemed quite pleased and responded with a smile.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the test finally began.

The interior of the temple was surprisingly spacious, with magic crystals embedded in the dome that emitted a soft glow, illuminating the entire hall as bright as day.

In the center of the hall stood a huge crystal ball, used to test elemental affinity.

There was also a complex magic circle next to it, which was used to test mental strength.

The person in charge of the test was a temple deacon dressed in a green robe, with a stern face and mechanical, practiced movements.

"Next!"

"Bruce Turner!"

It was the fat baron's son.

The chubby boy walked forward cautiously and placed his hand on the crystal ball.

A few seconds later, the crystal ball did not react.

"Without elemental affinity, one cannot become a magician."

The deacon's icy voice was like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the smile on Baron Turner's face.

The chubby boy burst into tears and was dragged away by his father, whose face was grim.

The results for the next few children were not as good as expected.

Most of them have absolutely no talent.

Occasionally, one or two people may have some talent, but they can only barely reach the lower level, and at most they can only become a level three or four mage in their lifetime.

Jenny's palms were sweaty, and she gripped Raven's shoulders so tightly that it hurt him a little.

"Relax, Mom!"

"I'm not going to the execution ground!"

Raven patted his mother's hand and muttered something under his breath.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Jenny glared at him.

But her tense nerves did relax a little.

Doug, on the other hand, remained calm, leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed, and even yawned.

If my son can't be a magician, then he can learn to be a warrior.

Anyway, his fighting spirit manual is no joke.

"Next!"

"Raven Barrett!"

It's finally our turn.

Raven took a deep breath and strode towards the enormous crystal ball.

Each step lands.

He could feel his heart racing.

no way.

He didn't care about the outcome.

But since the atmosphere has already been built up, it's time to add a touch of ceremony.

soon.

Raven placed his hand on the cool crystal ball.

Close your eyes and try to calm yourself down.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Just when everyone thought he was another loser.

The crystal ball suddenly lit up!

There were two faint beams of light.

One of them is red, representing the element of fire.

One of them is blue, representing the element of water.

The light was not dazzling; in fact, it could be described as somewhat dim.

"Fire element affinity: Medium."

"Affinity for water elements: moderate."

"Dual magical talent, not bad."

The temple deacon glanced at it, his tone remaining calm.

In an instant.

A murmur rippled through the hall.

With moderate affinity, while not a genius, he is qualified to be a magician.

Moreover, it's a dual-system system, which is something most people would envy.

"Very good!"

"I knew it!"

Jenny's face lit up with ecstasy, and she clenched her fist.

Doug raised his eyebrows slightly, a barely perceptible smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Being a magician is always a good thing.

Although he only has average talent, he should have no problem becoming a level seven mage in the future.

Raven looked at the two faint lights, but felt somewhat disappointed.

Only average?

This is quite different from the script I imagined for the main character.

"Don't rush!"

"There's also a mental strength test!"

The deacon pointed to the magic circle beside him.

Elemental affinity is just the foundation; mental strength is the key to determining a mage's potential.

If one's mental strength is too weak, even with a high affinity for elements, one will be unable to control powerful magic.