Chapter 12 - Level Ten: Ling Gu (2/2)
Three Yuan Wen,
Four Yuan Wen,
……
Eight Yuan Wen,
Nine Yuan Wen!
In a short while, nine Yuan Wen were lit up!
However, the lighting of the Yuan Wen had not stopped just yet!
10 Yuan Wen!
Finally, the last Yuan Wen was lit up! All 10 Yuan Wen on the stone pillar lit up and were emitting a sanguine light.
“What?! H-how is this possible?!”
“Ten Yuan Wen! Th-this is…”
A commotion broke out from the crowd in an instant. As known by public, there were only nine levels of Yuan Gu! Therefore, only nine Yuan Wen could light up.
“Level 10 Yuan Gu! It’s Ling Gu! It must be Ling Gu, the rarest Yuan Gu talent ever, only one in a million!”
The three elders instantly stood up, and two of them were very astonished. However, the remaining elder, Zhao Heng, had a solemn expression.
“Yuan Gu level 10, wh-what does that even imply?”
“It’s Ling Gu, the legendary Ling Gu. Mu Feng is a genius!”
A tumult broke out from the crowd below.
Mu Feng was surprised as well. Previously, when his father tested his Yuan Gu level, it was only level nine.
Why was it level 10 Ling Gu now? Have my Yuan Gu evolved?
One with Ling Gu was known as a legendary cultivator, as the speed of absorbing the Qi of Heaven and Earth was multiple times faster than that of a normal cultivator with Yuan Gu.
“Wow, Ling Gu! It seems to me that the academy will have another genius!”
The man with the roster was also stunned. He then shouted: “Mu Feng, level 10 Ling Gu, qua…”
“Wait!”
Just as the man was about to shout ‘qualified’, a cold shout came from afar.
It was Zhao Heng.
Zhao Heng got up from his seat, looked at Mu Feng, and said coldly: “Mu Feng, let me ask you a question. Aren’t all your Meta-pulses damaged?”
Upon hearing Zhao Heng’s question, the crowd fell silent. They looked at the young man and were eager to know the truth as well.
Does he really have to ask me this?
Mu Feng bit his lip and nodded.
“Yes, that’s right. My Meta-pulses are indeed damaged.”
Just as he finished his sentence, the crowd burst out into a heated discussion again.
“They are indeed damaged!”
“Haih, what a pity! He has such a rare gift, Ling Gu!”
Many people said with a sigh.
With a Ling Gu level talent, he could have been one of the strongest among the Yuan Dan level.
“I see.”
Zhao Heng nodded and ordered the man with the roster: “Cross off Mu Feng’s name, he is not allowed to enroll in the Royal Wudo Academy!”
Upon hearing his words, Mu Feng’s expression changed drastically, as what he had been worrying all along had just became a reality. However, he still clasped his hands and asked politely: “May I ask the elder, why is that so? Just now, you clearly said that the enrollment only depends on one’s age and Yuan Gu level.”
“Why?”
Zhao Heng laughed coldly and said: “Don’t you know the reason? Your Meta-pulses are all damaged! Even if you have the rarest gift, what use will it be if you can’t be a Wudo cultivator anymore? Our academy does not recruit cripples. It would be a waste of resources!”
Cripple! Cripple!
The words stabbed deeply into Mu Feng’s heart.
Mu Feng clenched his fists tightly and his body trembled slightly. He wanted to study in the Royal Wudo Academy so badly.
The academy had the best Wudo masters, cultivation skills, and Wudo Forms within the whole Nan Ling kingdom. Of course he would want to study there.
However, he also knew that his biggest drawback was his damaged Meta-pulses.
Besides, he couldn’t say anything about the sacred book of Asura, as he knew that people would want to steal it from him and he would be in danger.
He knew clearly what the saying ‘treasuring a jade ring becomes a crime’ meant.