"Who is that girl? Why is she taking the Talent Test at such an age?"
"Haha, I suppose her previous test results weren't satisfactory, so she wants to see if her talent has increased with age. But talent isn't the same as strength; it's impossible for it to improve over time."
"However, why does she look so familiar to me? It seems I've seen her somewhere before..."
The crowd looked at Mu Ruyue standing in the line, with a hint of astonishment in their eyes. They couldn't help but whisper amongst themselves, but their gazes clearly carried mockery.
She's already in her teens and still coming to take the Talent Test? Isn't she ashamed?
It's no wonder people didn't recognize Mu Ruyue. Even though a few years ago she was known as Feng City's number one waste and the fiancée of the Heir of Jing King, she was publicly humiliated every time she appeared. She was subjected to cold sarcasm and insults. Unable to bear it, Mu Ruyue hadn't shown herself in public for years.
So many people had forgotten about her.
"Hey, I remember her," suddenly, a surprised voice rang out, "isn't she Mu Ruyue from the Mu Family? I saw her when I went to look for Ting'er at the Mu Family not long ago."
"What? She's that number one waste, the disgrace of the Mu Family?"
After that person spoke, all eyes collectively focused on Mu Ruyue again, their gazes even more mocking.
A worthless waste, even if she takes the test a hundred times, she'll still be a waste.
Under these piercing eyes, a cute little girl stepped forward, her face displaying disappointment. Clearly, her test results weren't satisfying.
However, the Qingyun Sect always kept test results confidential, so no one knew how poor her talent was.
"Girl, it's your turn." The steward lifted his eyelids slightly, glanced at Mu Ruyue, then turned to lead her inside the hall.
In the spacious hall, a bronze stone was placed in the middle. An elder with white beard and hair was sitting in the center, eyes closed and meditating. It wasn't until Mu Ruyue walked in that he slowly opened his eyes.
His indifferent eyes swept over Mu Ruyue. Stroking his beard gently, he said unhurriedly, "Do you know how to channel your energy? Walk over to the stone, place your hand on it, and try to channel your energy."
Following the elder's instructions, Mu Ruyue placed her hand on the stone, closed her eyes slowly, and began channeling her energy to her palm.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the bronze stone emitted a red light.
On the test stone, there were several levels each represented by different colors: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple, with red being the worst and purple the strongest. There was also a legendary level: colorless.
Yes, colorless was no color at all. No color was actually the strongest talent.
"Red." The elder's face showed no particular reaction. After all, on this continent, people with red talent were the most common.
Such people were not fit for cultivation, and even if they did cultivate, they wouldn't achieve much.
Just as he was about to call the next person, the red light suddenly changed.
Orange. That's right, the red had turned into orange!
The elder's mouth dropped open in surprise. The test stone wasn't supposed to change color once the test began. This really was like seeing a ghost.
But the color changes didn't stop.
Yellow, green, cyan, blue...
The elder's expression gradually became numb. His mouth stiffened and he couldn't utter a word. Fortunately, the changes halted at blue, but it left him too shocked to speak.
Fifteen years ago, Qingyun Sect took in an Inner Sect Disciple named Ye Tianfeng from Feng City, who was ultimately accepted as a disciple by Master Tianyuan. Yet even that boy only reached cyan.
Thankfully, it finally ended.
The elder picked up his tea to calm his nerves, but as he witnessed the next scene, his hand shook, nearly spilling the tea.
Purple!
The color had turned purple!
The elder took a deep breath. Genius talent at the purple level—there were only a few on this continent.
Yet the color changes were not over.
The purple light on the test stone gradually faded while Mu Ruyue's hand was still pressing on it. If the light disappeared after she removed her hand, that would be normal, but while her hand remained on the stone, the purple light should not have vanished.
Unless it indicated another situation.
"Smash!"
The teacup slipped from the elder's hand, shattering into countless pieces on the ground. Heaven knows how much he had loved that cup, but now, even with it broken, he paid no attention; his eyes were fixated on Mu Ruyue.