Chapter 2092 Group Drawing

Everyone’s gazes gathered once more, eager to see the cultivation level of Tianfeng Empire’s second team member. Would it be any better?

The Spirit Testing Stele glowed, and soon another line of small characters appeared: “Twenty-two years old, Nascent Soul Middle Stage!”

“Oh my heavens, it’s even lower than the first one! What’s going on here?”

“Another Nascent Soul Stage! These people aren’t really all Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators who teamed up to participate, are they? What’s the point of competing then…?”

“It’s a shame for such a beautiful woman to be just a pretty face. What can a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator do in this competition besides get abused?”

The crowd present began to buzz with discussions, whispering to each other, expressing their inner thoughts and disdain.

Ye Bufan’s group, however, paid no mind, a faint smile on their faces as they tested one after another.

“Nascent Soul Middle Stage…”

“Nascent Soul Middle Stage…”

“Nascent Soul Initial Stage…”

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, all six people completed their tests. No master appeared; instead, Jiang Fangzhou, the last one, dropped to Nascent Soul Initial Stage.

At this, the entire Royal Training Field erupted. A team composed purely of Nascent Soul Cultivators participating in the New Talent Ranking Tournament was unprecedented in history.

“What is Tianfeng Empire doing? Are they out of people?”

“They’re all Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators? Can they get any weaker?”

“Too weak. I suggest that next time, Tianfeng Empire’s qualification for the New Talent Ranking Tournament be directly revoked…”

In the spectator stands, many people vented their indignation. Although their cultivation levels weren’t high, having Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators participate was an insult to their eyes.

As the Tianfeng Empire team walked off the Sword Discussion Platform, Jiang Fangzhou grinned and whispered to Ye Bufan, “Ye Dage, these idiots really think we’re only Nascent Soul Stage. Do you think they’ll be so surprised later that their eyeballs pop out?”

Ye Bufan smiled slightly, “Perhaps.”

In the Daxing Empire’s seating area, upon seeing this result, Tuoba Shuang’s mouth practically curled up to the sky, her face full of disdain.

“First Imperial Brother, did you see that? All six of them are Nascent Soul Stage. Yuwen Shu was right, how can such people be worthy opponents for you?

It’s a good thing you didn’t make a move, otherwise, the second imperial brother and his people would surely laugh their heads off.”

Tuoba Yang also shook his head, much of the anger in his heart dissipating. He, too, felt that such people were simply not worthy of being his enemies.

At the same time, he secretly fumed, Luo Yudie chose such a weak Nascent Soul Cultivator instead of an excellent prince like him. Was there something wrong with her eyes?

Haofeng Empire, Zheng Yiheng jumped up, “A bunch of weaklings! They really are all Nascent Soul Stage!

It’s laughable that Ye, that小子, was throwing his weight around with us yesterday. Turns out he’s just a Nascent Soul Peak. I could crush him with two fingers if I wanted to.”

Zheng Wei frowned, musing for a moment before saying, “That kid is cunning. Perhaps he’s still hiding his cultivation.”

“Second Uncle, you’re overthinking it. How is that possible?”

Zheng Yiheng said, “No matter who comes to the New Talent Ranking Tournament, they’re eager to display their cultivation to intimidate their opponents. Who would hide it?”

The Spirit Testing Stele measures whatever cultivation level you reveal; if the tester intentionally hides it, it cannot be detected.

But generally speaking, very few people do this. As he said, everyone who tests wants their cultivation to be as high as possible, so why would they hide it?

Even if there are one or two exceptions, an entire team wouldn’t all hide their cultivation.

“Second Uncle, I understand now. That woman named Nalan must be an old monster who has lived for many years; otherwise, she wouldn’t be disqualified from competing.

The reason she pretends to be a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator is to cooperate with them to scare people.”

Zheng Wei didn’t speak this time. What Zheng Yiheng said was indeed very possible.

In the Cultivation World, maintaining eternal youth is not difficult, so Nalan Yujia’s age is indeed hard to determine.

As for the entire Tianfeng Empire team hiding their cultivation, he didn’t think that was possible either. If they really did that, what would their purpose be?

He would never guess that Jiang Fangzhou, Hu Yaoyao, and the others’ intention was simply to prank, to play the pig to eat the tiger.

Zheng Long said, “You’re all overthinking it. Regardless of their cultivation, if they provoke our Zheng family, we’ll just eliminate them.”

Zheng Wei nodded, “Exactly. Whether they are Nascent Soul Stage or not, our plan remains unchanged.”

Zheng Yiheng clenched his fists, gritting his teeth, “A bunch of Nascent Soul Stage weaklings, just wait to die!”

On the viewing platform, Qin Biyao looked at Zhongli Mei beside her, “Elder Zhong, what do you think?”

Zhongli Mei said, “Tianfeng Empire is becoming more and more useless, actually sending a group of Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators.”

Qin Biyao shook her head, “I don’t think so.”

Zhongli Mei was a little surprised, “Elder Qin means that these people are all hiding their cultivation?”

“Whether they are hiding their cultivation is hard to say, but I think that Little fellow is definitely not a reckless person.”

Qin Biyao said with interest, “Yesterday when we went to the inn, that Little fellow handled things methodically, step by step, even keeping that old fox Zheng Wei firmly in his grasp.

One might ask, how could a person with such intellect come here without absolute certainty? He would never come just to make a fool of himself.”

The older the ginger, the spicier it is. Qin Biyao had remained silent when they went to the inn yesterday, but she had observed some things very clearly.

“Oh!”

Zhongli Mei stroked his gray beard, “Then let’s wait and see. I hope this Little fellow doesn’t disappoint us.”

The testing on the Sword Discussion Platform was complete. In reality, this process was mainly a formality, to give everyone a sense of fairness. All participating members from the thirty-six Empires passed.

Zhang He spoke again, “Now, we will proceed with grouping. I have thirty-six orbs here, divided into six colors. Those with the same color will be in one group.”

He raised his hand, and a basketball-sized ball of light floated in mid-air.

“Alright, now each Empire will send a representative to draw.”

After Zhang He finished speaking, Tuoba Yang was the first to walk over and draw a light orb from within.

This orb was about the size of an egg, but its surface was still enveloped by an impenetrable halo of light.

This was formed by the True Essence of a Void Tempering Realm expert. Not to mention the naked eye, even the Divine Sense of an ordinary Cultivator could not penetrate it.

Finally, Ye Bufan also went up and took the last orb. The drawing of lots for the thirty-six Empires was complete.

“Alright, now those with the same color, stand together.”

As Zhang He spoke, he raised his hand, and the True Essence on the surface of the orbs rapidly dissipated, revealing the orbs’ true colors.

Ye Bufan looked down and saw a black orb in his palm.

He looked up at the others. Tuoba Yang held a red orb, Garina held a yellow one, Liu Yijian held a green one, and Hai Chenggong held a white one.

And the other five Empires holding black orbs were, without exception, all led by Lingxiao Academy.

A cold smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of his mouth. By now, anyone could see that there was definitely something fishy about this seemingly fair drawing of lots; otherwise, it wouldn’t have resulted in Lingxiao Academy’s encirclement of him.

He wondered if the mastermind behind all this was the First Imperial Prince Tuoba Yang, or the Zheng family of Lingxiao Academy. Since they wanted to come, then let them come. He just hoped they wouldn’t regret it!