The first item of the coming-of-age ceremony is to go to the spirit-testing stone to determine the class level. Any descendant who cannot reach the fifth level of warriors at the age of sixteen will be sent to the military camp to do some logistics management work. He|she will also spend the rest of her life.
It's basically finished.
"Ling Zihong, a fourth-level Mu Yuan warrior." The second elder in charge of the determination announced coldly.
The branch boy named Ling Zihong walked away from the spirit-testing stone with a depressed and mournful face.
The second elder looked at the demise of his descendants, with a deep sense of loss in his eyes.
"Next, Ling Yue."
Ling Yue wore an extremely gorgeous crimson gauze skirt, made of translucent material, which showed off her beautiful figure. Her waist was graceful, her steps were light, and her every move was charming.
When she came on stage, the eyes of all the romantic young men couldn't help but follow her with admiration.
Ling Yue obviously enjoyed the feeling of being in the spotlight. She smiled charmingly, her eyes full of confidence, stretched out her hand, and gently placed it on the spirit-testing stone.
A burst of light green light shone on the spirit-detecting stone, indicating that she was a Mu Yuan practitioner.
"Ling Yue, Mu Yuan sixth level warrior." The second elder announced loudly, with deep appreciation in his eyes.
There was an explosion underneath, and there were whispers one after another.
"She is indeed the second most beautiful woman in Xijiu Kingdom. Look at that figure, that small waist, and those charming eyes. They are all deadly." A slightly obscene voice sounded from beside her.
Ling Luo turned her head and unexpectedly discovered that the source of the voice was Jin Wan, the richest businessman in Yingyang City. Next to Jin Wan was sitting his precious daughter Jin Beier.
"The sixth level Mu Yuan warrior is really not easy."
"Miss Ling Yue has been promoted again, it's so surprising!"
"She is considered to be extremely talented among the descendants of the Ling family of this generation."
As a result, Ling Yue returned to her position amidst the continuous admiration from everyone, like a proud peacock with a charming smile on her face.
Ling Nie looked at Ling Yue lovingly and said, "Yue'er, you did a good job. I am very satisfied as a father."
"Next, Ling Ziying."
Ling Ziying, whose eyes were covered with a layer of brocade, was supported by the maid and climbed onto the testing platform.
He stretched out his hand and placed it on the spirit-testing stone. Soon, the results came out.
"Ling Ziying, Mu Yuan sixth level warrior."
Ling Ziying's face was expressionless, and with the help of her maid, she returned to her seat.
There was a sound of regret from everyone. The good young man was so blind. I don’t know how many girls in Yingyang City should weep secretly again.
Ling Nie felt bright on his face. He had a main lineage, and although he didn't have many descendants, he had two sixth-level warriors.
The second elder called out names one after another. It was not until thirty years later that Ling Luo was called.
Ling Luo was not anxious. She knew that the names were based on the last ranking. She was a first-level warrior in the last test, so she must be at the bottom.
"Next, Ling Luo." When the second elder called Ling Luo's name, he was a little uninterested.
A first-level warrior, even after a year, what kind of tricks can she expect? It's just embarrassing.
Ling Luo had a calm look on her face, and she calmly accepted the looks of disdain or ridicule from all around.
Of course, among the countless gloating looks, Ling Luo could still clearly distinguish four kind looks, namely Xuanyuan Yu, Shengge, Ling Zhan, and Ling Zichang.