Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

Snapped.

He pressed his palm against the cold jade mirror.

Om-! ! !

The entire Taichu bone mirror suddenly trembled violently.

A dazzling purple light shot into the sky like a volcanic eruption, instantly illuminating the entire outer gate square!

The light intertwined in mid-air, eventually settling into two ancient characters.

A-level!

The projectors in the room all turned their heads, a hint of surprise in their eyes.

Even the usually expressionless Deacon Yunhe couldn't help but be moved at this moment.

He looked at Chu Wudao, a hint of undisguised admiration flashing in his eyes.

"very nice!"

Deacon Yunhe stroked his beard and smiled, nodding repeatedly.

"Bone age of less than 10,000 years, 150,000 drops of primordial blood."

"Solid foundation, exceptional talent!"

"With such talent, he is destined for greatness!"

"You're very good!"

He received praise from this sect leader-level deacon.

Chu Wudao felt a surge of secret pleasure, and his previous frustration vanished.

He stepped back triumphantly and walked to Su Yu's side.

"Your turn."

Chu Wudao winked at Su Yu.

"Even I'm only at the top tier (A-level). With your freakish talent, this broken mirror will probably give you an upper-tier (A-level) or even a super-A-level (A-level) grade!"

It wasn't just Chu Wudao.

Blood Blade and Shadow Killer, who were standing in the corner pretending to be subservient, were now staring intently at Su Yu.

They also wanted to see what kind of heaven-defying talent this monster, who possessed 45,000 drops of source blood at the age of eighteen and was listed as a must-kill target by the Emperor of the Great Han Dynasty, really had!

Under the spotlight.

Su Yu walked calmly and unhurriedly to the Tai Chu Bone Analyzer.

Raise your right hand.

I pressed it on gently.

hum.

The jade mirror trembled slightly.

Followed by.

Under the expectant gaze of everyone.

A faint, almost invisible, grayish light flashed across the Taichu Bone Mirror.

Then.

A dim, ashen white light appeared on the jade mirror.

The light gathered.

Two large, crooked characters appeared.

Ding Xia!!!

"Ding...Ding Xia?!"

Chu Wudao's eyes widened in disbelief.

He subconsciously rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating.

What kind of interstellar joke is this?!

This kid, with a base of 45,000 drops of source blood, forcefully shattered my million drops of source blood plus the domain lord's laws—he's an incredibly monstrous genius!

That level of understanding!

Such profound knowledge and experience!

That kind of combat power that transcends dimensions!

The test showed it was a male infant?!

The lowest level?!

"Is this broken mirror?!"

Chu Wudao roared madly in his heart.

"If he's Dingxia, then what am I, Jiazhong? Non-combustible garbage in a recycling center?!"

It wasn't just Chu Wudao.

The burly assassins in the corner, Blood Blade and Shadow Killer, also looked utterly bewildered.

The two looked at each other, both seeing utter absurdity in each other's eyes.

"What kind of bullshit sect is this, a world lord-level sect?"

Shadow Killer mentally ranted.

"Even the magical artifact used to test talent can malfunction?!"

"Is there even a question of who the hell is a genius? Eighteen years old and 45,000 drops of Origin Blood! If that's Ding Xia, then those geniuses in our Great Han Star Region who only have 10,000 drops of Origin Blood at several thousand years old are less than insects!"

On the stone platform.

Deacon Yunhe also fell silent.

He stared intently at the two characters "Ding Xia" on the Tai Chu bone test, then turned to look at Su Yu, whose face remained calm.

He could sense the 45,000 Origin Blood flowing within Su Yu's body.

It's also clear that Su Yu's bone age is only eighteen years old!

Such talent.

How could someone with such qualifications be Ding Xia?

Yunhe's brows furrowed tightly into a "川" shape.

Is the ritual implement broken?

impossible!

Deacon Yunhe immediately dismissed this absurd idea in his heart.

This Primordial Bone Mirror is a supreme magical artifact connected to the Divine Martial Sect's Origin Array.

Even if a domain lord-level expert came, they wouldn't be able to fake it!

"Since the magical artifact isn't broken..."

"Then this kid's fluctuations in qi and blood are genuine."

A thoughtful glint flashed in Deacon Yunhe's deep eyes.

Eighteen years old.

Its Qi and blood are extremely abundant.

Bone age and cultivation level cannot be faked.

However, his qualifications are the worst among all the candidates.

This goes against the common sense of martial arts training.

and so.

A flash of inspiration struck Deacon Yunhe, as if he had grasped a crucial clue.

He was knowledgeable and experienced, and had seen all sorts of martial artists over the long years.

"I see."

Deacon Yunhe's gaze instantly shifted from doubt to deep disappointment.

It even revealed a hint of undisguised contempt.

"The only explanation is that this kid isn't a genius at all!"

Deacon Yunhe sneered inwardly.

"His immense vitality wasn't something he cultivated step by step on his own!"

"Instead, it's a false cultivation level forcibly built up and forced through cramming with the massive resources of the forces behind them, using countless rare and precious materials!"

In Deacon Yunhe's understanding.

Only martial artists who rely on taking medicine to achieve their level of skill can have extremely high cultivation levels, but their innate talent and physical attributes are absolutely terrible.

"What is the biggest problem with the original bloodline that relies on abundant resources?"

"It's a mixed bloodline!"

"The power is impure!"

Deacon Yunhe had completely lost interest in Su Yu.

"This kind of weak and unreliable person, no matter how much energy and blood he has now, is just a castle in the air."

"His future has long been completely sealed off by those mixed medicinal effects."

"The upper limit is not high."

"Forget about becoming a domain lord, he probably won't even be able to condense the most worthless black hole in the future!"

Deacon Yunhe shook his head and refused to look at Su Yu again.

In his view, the boy was already ruined.

"Next."

Deacon Yunhe spoke coldly, his tone no longer showing the gentleness he had shown when facing Chu Wudao.

Su Yu withdrew his hand.

Looking at the "Ding Xia" mark on the jade mirror, he showed no anger whatsoever.

Instead, she chuckled softly to herself.

"really."

Even after undergoing the "Creation Source Blood Marrow Cleansing Classic" to cleanse the bones and marrow.

"My original cultivation talent, placed in this vast starry sky, would still be utter garbage."

But so what?

As long as one's incredible combat power is real, empty titles like talent rating are completely irrelevant.

Su Yu retreated without caring at all.

Next up are Bloodblade and Shadow Kill.

Both of them have pretty good talent.

"Yi Shang" and "Yi Zhong" were measured respectively.

Deacon Yunhe nodded slightly, thinking that although the two old men were old, they were quite qualified to be menial servants.

"The qualification test is now complete."

Deacon Yunhe stood on the stone platform, his gaze sweeping across the entire area.

As he passed by Su Yu, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Next."

"Entry-level assessment, second stage!"

Deacon Yunhe's voice echoed in the square.

"Testing the purity of the original blood!"

His gaze swept over Su Yu indifferently before he looked away, his heart no longer stirred by anything.

"Cultivation achieved through resources alone will ultimately fail to lead to the Great Dao."

"When we test the purity later, we'll see whether the bloodline is mottled and superficial."

"Our Taichu Divine Martial Sect does not accept those who are all show and no substance."