Chapter 841: Testing Bone-age (2/2)

Across the street from the square, inside a pavilion building, two Wangu Clan Elders had witnessed Huang Xiaolong sending the blue-robed young man flying with one punch.

“This black-haired young man is not bad, his talent is almost at the level of our Wangu Clan’s core disciples.” Elder Wangu Shuo said, one of his hands stroking his beard as he looked on at Huang Xiaolong with interest.

The Wangu Clan had close to a hundred million disciples, and these disciples had to go through multiple assessments before they could obtain the status of a core disciple. Each and every one of them were geniuses.

Hence, the assessment he gave Huang Xiaolong was a recognition.

Next to Wangu Shuo was the other Wangu Clan Elder, Wangu Changqing. He smiled as he replied, “Really not bad, but not necessarily comparable to our clan’s core disciples, right? He most likely cultivated for no less than a thousand years...”

Wangu Shuo shook his head, “I’d say around five hundred years.”

Wangu Changqing made an ‘oh’ sound, adding, “Since it’s like that, how about we make a bet?”

“Bet on what?” Wangu Shuo slightly tilted his head.

“We’ll bet 10 billion. If his bone-age test doesn't exceed five hundred years, it’s my loss; and if it exceeds five hundred years, then I win.” Wangu Changqing laughed.

Wangu Shuo hesitated. In all honesty, when he said that Huang Xiaolong had cultivated for less than five hundred years it was merely a guess, not something spoken with great confidence. After all, ten billion was not a small sum.

Wangu Changqing taunted, brightly smiling, “What? You don’t dare?”

Wangu Shuo gritted his teeth and agreed: “Fine, we’ll bet!”

With that, the two Wangu Clan Elders made a little bet based on Huang Xiaolong’s results, of which the person himself was unaware.

After Huang Xiaolong sent that young man flying with a single punch, it served as a great deterrence as no one dared to covet his spot anymore.

Several hours passed by quickly, and all the people in front of Huang Xiaolong had registered and left. Finally, it was his turn.

Huang Xiaolong walked up to the disciple responsible for the registration and testing the bone-age. That disciple asked Huang Xiaolong for some basic information, which galaxy, what name, and so forth. Huang Xiaolong answered all he was asked.

“Go stand in front of the mirror to assess your bone-age.” The Wangu Clan disciple pointed at the mirror at the side about two meters tall and one meter wide. Just by standing in front of this mirror, it could accurately read a person’s bone-age.

According to the rules of the tournament, as long as one did not exceed two thousand years in age and had reached Ninth Order God Realm cultivation, they could register their name.

Huang Xiaolong went to stand in front of the mirror as instructed. Then, the mirror surface emitted a bright light that enveloped him within, causing a warm energy to slowly flow through Huang Xiaolong’s bones.

Inside the pavilion building in the distance, Wangu Shuo and Wangu Changqing stared at Huang Xiaolong, not blinking at all. They were waiting for the result with bated breaths, especially Wangu Shuo. He was so nervous that his hands were clenched into fists.

Noticing Wangu Shuo’s nervous expression, Wangu Changqing chuckled, “Looks like you’re paying me those 10 billion, I'm sure this black-haired young man is definitely older than five hundred years.”

At this moment, Wangu Shuo’s intestines were twisting from regret. Right now, he was thinking that Huang Xiaolong’s bone-age couldn’t possibly be lower than five hundred years, for even among their Wangu Clan’s core disciples who cultivated for five hundred years, only a handful had the strength to defeat a late-First Order Highgod Realm.

On the square, the light from the mirror flickered, dissipating to reveal a line of words: Bone-age, 258.