214 The Hundred Seedling Award Ceremony (2/2)

They were to undergo a week-long group cultivation in seclusion three days later. Someone designated by the Federation would be teaching them a mystic technique!

The mystic technique was known to many and ranked tenth in all the mystic techniques discovered throughout the Federation since the Spirit Inception Era!

The technique was carefully guarded, and before that, only the Federation had access to it. Even the two powerful sects and the Five Generation Sky Clan had coveted it for a very long time. That was because the mystic technique relied not on Spirit Qi, but was… a physical combat technique!

Such a physical combat technique was rare for both the Federation as well as other political forces.

Its name was… Supernova!

Before the group cultivation, they were to gather to the Presidential Pavilion in the capital where they would receive a commendation from the Federation President!

When Wang Baole received the notification, he was overcome with excitement. His breathing became excited, and his eyes started shining brightly. He paced in his room, unable to calm down.

Supernova? By the sounds of it, it seemed to be really powerful. Not only that, but there's also the president's personal commendation!

This could potentially be something that countless people will recount in the future, about how the two presidents from different terms met for the first time! Wang Baole grabbed an orange-flavored spirit beverage and guzzled it down. His spirits rose.

When I see him, should I tell him that his position will be mine when I grow up? Wang Baole thought happily, then realized how inappropriate that would be. He worried about his chances to grow up should he really say that out loud…

In his excitement, a flurry of thoughts crowded his head. He deliberated what he should wear, agonizing over the matter. He was not given more time to consider the matter though. Three days later, just before he was about to head off for the ceremony, someone from the Federation sent over a uniform that had been customized for the hundred seedlings of the Federation.

The uniform was purple in color and seemed to shimmer. It was clearly not just an ordinary piece of clothing. He looked slimmer after putting it on… it made him look shaper, like a sword prepared to be unsheathed, a sword that was not as fat as it used to be.

Such a trim figure, such good looks! Wang Baole studied himself in the mirror; the distorting filters came built-in with his eyes. He admired himself for some time before swaggering out of his room and stepping onto the private cruiser that would be transporting him to the Presidential Pavilion and had been waiting outside since a while ago. The cruiser sped towards the Presidential Pavilion in the city center.

At the same time, countless cruisers from all four corners of the capital city were dashing towards the Presidential Pavilion. Besides the hundred seedlings, there were also media and various important figures who would be observing the ceremony.

Wang Baole soon reached the city center. As he stepped into the Presidential Pavilion and saw the large pavilion that looked almost like a palace, he could no longer control the excitement and eagerness in his heart. One day, he thought, that place would be where he would live, train, and work.

In his excitement, he didn't pay much attention to the people around him. He didn't notice that there were a few amongst the hundred seedlings who, upon seeing him, had snorted. Li Yi, especially, showed her displeasure.

There was another youth who almost rivaled Zhuo Yifan's good looks. He stood, poised and dashing in the room, a flicker of arrogance hidden deep within his eyes. It seemed that he had not planned to interact with anyone. However, when he saw Zhao Yameng, his entire body shivered. There was a strange light in his eyes, and he seemed shocked beyond words.

There were thousands of people surrounding the area, many in a hushed discussion. There were also plenty of reporters who had started recording, as well as a great number of guards. Every single guard was at the Foundation Establishment realm.

There were also those who suppressed their Qi. Those were often the Core Formation realm experts from the Federation!

Every arrangement and placement of every brick had been the result of careful planning. The entire place came together in harmony. Everyone entering it was stepping into an array formation.

It was amidst the crowd's discussion, Wang Baole's uncontrollable excitement, and the varying emotional states of the others that, from the entrance, came the sounds of many footsteps. A few black-robed men walked in and were followed by a dozen other people.

Amongst them, in the middle of the group, was a tall man in his middle age. He wore simple, white clothing. In the crowd of black-robed men, he was particularly striking.

The man had short hair as well as a formidable and imposing aura that commanded respect effortlessly. He exuded an aura that was astonishing. It seemed to resonate with the place. Every step he took stirred the crowd and made them light-headed, and the Spirit Qi within their bodies tossed about uncontrollably. It was as if they were gazing upon a god when they looked at him!

He… was the current wielder of the Federation's only Divine Armament, the current Federation President who had hailed from the White Deer Dao College!

The most powerful person in the Federation—Duan Muque!