’Candidate...’
Su Chen was secretly amazed. ’This profession is certainly special. Just knowing the information about it fulfills the requirent.’
’This must be a screening process. It’s similar to the Spiritual attribute, but not quite the sa. There must be so condition you have to et to be able to learn the profession’s information.’
Su Chen looked at the Bronze tal Stele in the distance. It had at least a few hundred symbols carved on it, but they only translated into a few short sentences of information about the profession.
Although he didn’t know what the Bronze tal Stele’s screening criteria were, his panel didn’t care about any of that and simply logged the information.
’Could this thing be the initial certification for a Moonlight Tier profession?’
He guessed, recalling what Wan Chen had just said: to inherit the Ancient King’s position, one had to receive the acknowledgnt of this bronze stele.
Selecting a successor was already quite complex for a Morning Star Tier profession due to its Spiritual nature, to say nothing of a Moonlight Tier profession, which would likely be even more intricate.
The uniqueness and Spiritual nature of High-tier Professions inevitably led to the ergence of all sorts of peculiar selection thods.
On the way here, Wan Chen had told Su Chen about a Morning Star Tier profession that the Royal Court had acquired. They spent thirty years searching for a suitable candidate but never found a Chosen One.
Several candidates even had Divine Dawn Level Talent, but to no avail. Only after countless trials and tribulations did a Chosen One finally erge.
Only later did people learn that the one who was chosen was, in fact, androgynous.
’Hmm...’ Su Chen mulled it over for a mont. ’Who cares what it is? There’s no harm in just taking the profession.’
His mind made up, he chose to accept the profession.
...
At the foot of the Ancient King Stele, a crowd had gathered around Qin Tianlin. He stood tall and straight in a custom-tailored black combat uniform, a faint golden character for "Qin" embroidered on the chest.
Slowly, he opened his eyes and sighed. "What a pity..."
"Is this the third ti you’ve caused the Ancient King Stele to resonate, Tianlin?"
A middle-aged man in the crowd spoke up, his hair streaked with silver and a kind expression on his face. "Truly incredible."
"Uncle Yunyang, you flatter ," Qin Tianlin said humbly, then added with a helpless air, "Causing a resonance doesn’t an much."
"How can you say it doesn’t an much?" the middle-aged man said quickly. "Back then, Venerable Qin Yun had to cause five whole resonances before gaining the Ancient King Stele’s acknowledgnt. I’d say you’re almost there."
"Steward Zhou is right..."
"That’s right, I think he’s almost there too."
Voices of flattery rose from the surrounding crowd, though many others simply looked on with cold detachnt, here only for the spectacle.
"I wouldn’t dare compare myself to my grandfather," Qin Tianlin said hastily.
"The student surpasses the master."
There was an art to flattery, and Zhou Yunyang was clearly a master. By suggesting Qin Tianlin could surpass Qin Yun, he wouldn’t offend the venerable grandfather while simultaneously appealing directly to Qin Tianlin’s vanity.
"In my opinion, in the entire Sect’s Holy Hall, no one in the last ten years—no, fifty years—has been as outstanding as you, Tianlin," Zhou Yunyang declared.
Though Qin Tianlin was inwardly savoring the praise, he waved his hands dismissively.
Out of the corner of his eye, he had already spotted Su Chen standing not far away. It was no surprise; he had tid his visit for today on purpose.
"Sigh..."
As he spoke, he heaved a soft sigh and gave a bitter smile. "Everyone, please stop. You’ll praise to death. For now, it’s just a resonance. Even if I do receive the Ancient King Stele’s acknowledgnt, what then...?"
His sorrowful expression instantly put a damper on the heated atmosphere. The onlookers exchanged glances, all of them knowing full well what Qin Tianlin was implying.
If he wasn’t chosen for a Morning Star Tier profession, then no matter how great his Talent or how much the Ancient King Stele acknowledged him, it would all be for naught. In the end, he would still be stuck at Tier Nine.
In the history of the Bronze Sect, there had been a few—not many, but one or two—who gained the Ancient King Stele’s acknowledgnt only to end their journey at Tier Nine. They were truly unlucky.
They missed the great selections in their youth, and no Morning Star Tier practitioner happened to fall during their lifeti. In the end, they could only die full of regret.
Su Chen had arrived today, and on this very day, Qin Tianlin had managed to cause a phenonon with the Ancient King Stele. The intended comparison was obvious.
But in such a public setting, not even the most sycophantic followers would dare suggest replacing Su Chen, not when the Ancient King himself had just killed Hu Qi to make a place for him.
It was Zhou Yunyang who stepped in to smooth things over. "You’re still young, Tianlin," he said with a chuckle. "There will be other opportunities, there will be..."
Qin Tianlin snorted coldly to himself. Then, as if just noticing, he looked toward where Su Chen was standing and said with feigned surprise:
"Isn’t that our new Star Seed over there? He arrived today?"
"That’s Su Chen, yes. He arrived at the Sect today. He’s probably on his way to the core to register his information," Zhou Yunyang nodded and explained ticulously, his expression unchanging.
The sycophants didn’t say much more, as most were just here for the drama. Seeing Qin Tianlin’s act, they couldn’t help but inwardly scoff.
’He’s acting like he knows nothing, but secretly, he’s probably morized Su Chen’s face down to the bone.’
"I’ve heard so much about him. It’s an honor to finally et him," Qin Tianlin said with a smile as he began to walk over.
His eyesight was excellent; even from a distance, he could see the slightly dazed look on Su Chen’s face.
’This man’s arrival at the Sect is bound to cause a huge stir. By deliberately triggering the Ancient King Stele’s resonance at this exact mont, I don’t even need to say or do anything else. Others will naturally draw their own comparisons.’
’Still, now that we’re here, it would be a sha not to exchange a few words...’
The others, all eager for a good show, were about to follow him when they suddenly heard the sound of rattling chains from behind.
Huh? Zhou Yunyang turned back in surprise. The Bronze tal Stele was trembling violently. Its engraved golden symbols scattered and rose into the air like fireflies escaping their shackles.
The escaping streams of light intertwined in the air. What began as a re ribbon of light circling the stele soon expanded at a terrifying speed.
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