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Murong Sha opened her eyes.

Her gaze lingered on the unresponsive wooden carving for a moment before she calmly withdrew her hands and turned to Elder Mu Yuan.

"Elder Mu Yuan, was what I did just now correct?"

“That’s right.” Mu Yuan nodded, his face expressionless.

"So, do I... have talent or not?"

Chapter 198 Pharmaceutical Talent II

Elder Muyuan's answer was brief and direct.

"No."

Two words: decisive and efficient, leaving no room for compromise.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Murong Jiao opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but swallowed it back after seeing her sister's expression.

Murong Sha simply nodded slightly.

"understood."

Murong Sha simply nodded calmly and stepped back. Although a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes, she controlled her emotions well.

"Hmph, let me do it."

Murong Jiao has always been a person who refuses to admit defeat. Seeing that her younger sister failed, she did not give up. Instead, she confidently stepped forward, stood in front of the wooden carving with her hands on her hips, and swung her yellow twin ponytails back with the movement of raising her head.

"This piece of broken wood? I don't believe that talent is anything rare."

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes like Murong Sha, and became serious.

The room fell silent again.

Fang Xu held his breath, his gaze shifting back and forth between Murong Jiao's fingertips and the wooden carving.

ten seconds.

Twenty seconds.

Murong Jiao's brows furrowed more and more, her hands trembling slightly, as if she were using all her strength to push something outward.

A faint ray of light appeared at her fingertips—and was about to dissipate—she bit her lower lip, managing to guide the tiny speck of light onto the surface of the wood carving.

All eyes were once again focused on the scene.

The wood carving remains unchanged.

Murong Jiao opened her eyes, stared at the heavy piece of wood, her lips twitched, and after a long while she finally let out a reluctant "tsk".

"No response?!" She turned to Elder Mu Yuan, her tone clearly showing her unwillingness to give up. "Elder, is it possible that the wood is broken?"

Elder Mu Yuan glanced at her sideways, his expression indifferent.

"It's not broken. You just lack talent."

Murong Jiao: "......"

She held her breath and stepped back, hands on her hips, with an expression that said "I don't accept it," but she didn't say anything more to refute it.

After all, Elder Muyuan is a man who never wastes a single word when he speaks.

Next up is Fang Xu.

Fang Xu took a deep breath, stepped forward, and stopped in front of the wooden carving. He rubbed his hands together and shook his wrists, making large movements as if he were warming up before a competition.

"Go Fang Xu!" he shouted to himself in his heart before closing his eyes.

His expression immediately became serious—no, extremely serious, with veins on his forehead bulging as if he were under immense pressure.

Five seconds.

ten seconds.

Twenty seconds.

His expression grew increasingly pained, his brow furrowed into a deep frown, his face flushed slightly, and his lower lip was almost bitten raw.

Fang Xu's fingers—

There was no movement.

There was no light. There was no flow of magic. There was nothing at all.

Even the few sparse fragments of light that appeared at Murong Sha's fingertips were not there.

The wood carving remained completely untouched.

Fang Xu slowly opened his eyes. He stared blankly at his hands, then at the unresponsive wooden carving, and remained silent for a long while.

"Elder Mu Yuan..." he said, forcing himself to speak, his voice tinged with uncertainty, "What's going on with me?"

"You can't even control your magic." Elder Mu Yuan's tone was calm, but every word was clear and forceful. "Then it proves even more that you have no talent."

Fang Xu: "......"

This old man really doesn't leave any room for maneuver when he speaks.

His shoulders slumped, and he was about to process this heavy feeling alone in a corner when he heard Murong Sha's calm voice.

"Fang Xu, what is your current mage level?"

Fang Xu answered with a bitter face, "Level 2."

Murong Sha nodded thoughtfully: "That's normal. My sister and I are both level three. If you're only level two, it's probably because you have less magic power accumulated in your body—it's difficult to even maintain a stable sense of it, let alone actively mobilize it."

Hearing these words, Fang Xu felt much relieved.

So it wasn't that he was too stupid, it was that his magic level wasn't high enough... Thinking about it that way, it doesn't seem so unacceptable.

However, Elder Mu Yuan snorted lightly, clearly not intending to give him any face.

"Hmph, that's no excuse." The old man spoke slowly, a hint of disdain in his cloudy eyes. "As long as there is magic power within the body, it can usually be mobilized. If it can't be mobilized..." He paused meaningfully, "It can only mean that you are really stupid."

Fang Xu: "......"

He opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed back the words he wanted to say in defense.

Murong Jiao rolled her eyes, too embarrassed to speak up for Fang Xu in front of Elder Mu Yuan, but quietly moved half a step closer to him as a silent show of support.

Of the four, only one remains.

Fang Xu composed himself, shifted his gaze to Mo Fan, and suddenly, as if remembering something, asked, "Mo Fan, what is your mage level?"

This question is somewhat biased.

Fang Xu mentally calculated—if Mo Fan's level was the same as his, and he also couldn't manipulate magic, then even if they were evenly matched, there was no point in comparing. But if Mo Fan's level was the same as his, and he still succeeded...

He dared not think any further.

Mo Fan glanced at him calmly.

Level 4.

level four.

Fang Xu breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much lighter. "Good, good," he thought, "Mo Fan is two levels higher than me, so even if Mo Fan succeeds, it doesn't mean he's bad. The levels are there, it's fair and just, there's nothing to say."

However, Murong Jiao and Murong Sha, who were standing next to Fang Xu, had completely different reactions.

Murong Jiao's almond-shaped eyes widened slightly, and she subconsciously turned her head to look at Murong Sha.

level four.

Both of them were at level three, while Mo Fan was one level higher than them.

Then, recalling the Popora that Mo Fan released earlier—level 18, the evolved form of one of the three main pets, and also possessing 15% water affinity.

The two sisters exchanged a glance without speaking. But in that brief exchange of glances, they had silently reached a consensus—Mo Fan was definitely not an ordinary person.

Ignoring the stares of others, Mo Fan calmly walked to the table.

He stopped in front of the wood carving, lowered his head, and silently stared at the rough wooden stake for a moment.

Then, he closed his eyes.

According to Elder Muyuan, he began to try to sense the power within his body.

Compared to his unfamiliarity with the concept, Mo Fan had an inexplicable intuition—just as a person is fully aware of their own breathing, he could clearly sense that there was indeed an extraordinary power within him that belonged to him.

It is neither impatient nor turbulent.

It simply lies quietly in one place, like a deep pool, peaceful and full.

Mo Fan did not forcefully mobilize it, but simply guided it gently in the direction of its natural flow, like combing a stream, without blocking or going against the current.

That power then truly seeped out little by little along his arm.

Chapter 199 Pharmaceutical Talent III

Elder Mu Yuan leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms in front of his chest, glanced around casually, and then lowered his eyelids.

Of the four, the first three failed. In his view, the fourth was just a formality.

Pharmaceutical talent is rare, even among races like the Wood Clan, which are blessed by natural magic, it is scarce, let alone outsiders like them.

however--

The next moment, his brow twitched slightly.

He sensed that an extremely subtle yet pure natural aura was quietly spreading around the wooden carving.

He suddenly raised his head.

The surface of the wood carving radiates a soft green glow from the inside out, like the color of tender grass just sprouting—warm, clear, and full of vitality.

The green light grew clearer and deeper. Then, something even more astonishing happened—

A tiny crack quietly appeared on the surface of the wood carving.

At the crack, a curled bud, trembling with the vitality of new life, slowly and bit by bit, broke through the long-dead wood grain.