You're a Genius.

At this moment, Ye Yi felt like her head was about to explode.

This...

What kind of terrifying cultivation was this?

He was actually able to easily kill the seven Great Martial Emperors with just mortal strength, without using any cultivator powers!

She couldn't help but glance at Yi Feng.

Was this one an immortal?

At the same time, she suddenly understood why Yi Feng emphasized that he was just a mortal.

She had heard that many eminent figures liked to live humble lives by posing as mortals. This must be the case for the person before her eyes!

So Ye Yi tactfully avoided prying further and changed how she addressed Yi Feng to "Sir" instead of "Senior".

"Alright, let's part ways here."

After a bit of small talk, Yi Feng hurried towards the city in the distance.

Watching Yi Feng's receding back, Ye Yi felt as if she was in a dream.

Today, she had witnessed the downfall of seven Martial Emperors with her own eyes.

What's more, she would never have imagined that she would get to interact with someone on the immortal level in her lifetime.

"Miss, let's hurry and leave!" Xiao Chun urged.

Xiao Chun's words pulled Ye Yi back to reality.

She gave a wry smile and said, "Leave? Where could we go?"

"But, but..."

Xiao Chun was extremely anxious as she said, "But Master said that no matter where you go, you must leave North Sea quickly!"

Ye Yi shook her head dejectedly and said, "Xiao Chun, I've made up my mind. I'm not leaving anymore."

"Ah, Miss, are you sure?"

Xiao Chun's expression changed as she hurriedly said, "Are you really sure, Miss?"

"I'm sure."

Ye Yi nodded solemnly, took out a storage ring, and said, "This storage ring is for you. It contains quite a few cultivation resources. You have decent talent, so find a place to hide and cultivate well."

"Miss, what are you saying?"

Xiao Chun unhappily said, "If you've really decided to go back, Xiao Chun will definitely go back with you. Even in death, I want to die together with you, Miss."

"You..."

Ye Yi glared at Xiao Chun.

Xiao Chun didn't back down at all, filled with determination.

"Fine, fine."

Seeing Xiao Chun's resolve, Ye Yi sighed and her tall figure swept through the air, flying back in the direction they had come from, with Xiao Chun following behind her.

"Phew!"

Finally, he had arrived.

Looking at the city in front of him, Yi Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This trip out had truly been an eye-opener.

Perhaps because this was the only city in the vicinity, GuanTang City was larger than any other city Yi Feng had seen in Dong Sheng.

Sprawling before him like a majestic and mighty lion, its bold and imposing manner was also full of history.

According to records,

In ancient times, the Immortal River Continent was abundant with spiritual energy.

Back then, all kinds of monstrous talents cropped up constantly, and prestigious sects that lacked no geniuses would only recruit disciples once every ten years. Thus, those with slightly inferior talent worked desperately hard but still couldn't get into sects.

But later, due to some upheavals between heaven and earth, the spiritual energy in the Immortal River Continent became very thin. As a result, the proportion of cultivators among the population grew smaller and smaller.

This in turn led the sects, which previously had no shortage of disciples, to become very lacking.

Many minor sects even fought over disciples with mediocre talents. After all, for sects, their population was the foundation of their power. Throughout history, there were also cases of people with average roots and bones who, through various fortunate opportunities and diligent efforts, became amazing masters.

Therefore, in the present day, as long as you have the talent for cultivation, you needn't worry about not getting into a sect.

Of course, the top sects still had higher requirements. At the very least, one would need to reach a certain level of talent before being allowed to join. But disciples who met that criteria would also be fiercely competed over by the top sects.

Coincidentally, Yi Feng encountered a major event happening today in GuanTang City.

The big shots of the major sects in the North Sea had come to GuanTang City to discuss matters. And due to the growing scarcity of talents in recent years, they took the opportunity to jointly organize a massive recruitment drive.

Yi Feng followed the crowds to the central square.

On the high platform in the central square stood several groups of people.

Grasping flying swords, their robust auras radiated powerfully from their bodies. With their dignified bearings, it was obvious they were cultivators.

"If only I could get recruited by them."

Yi Feng was very eager.

After finding out, he realized the rules were simple.

There was a registration booth to one side. As long as you went there to sign up and passed the test, you could enter the center of the square and become one of the candidates.

The various major sects would then select from among the candidates, and those chosen could join their sects.

There were many people taking the test, so Yi Feng lined up and waited his turn.

The talent test was a bit like a job interview. People entered one by one, passed if they made the cut, and went back out the way they came in if they didn't.

Although the line was long, out of every hundred people tested, ninety-nine failed. It was obvious many had come to try their luck. After all, if you really tested as talented and then got selected by a sect, it would be like a carp leaping over the dragon gate.

Thus, the minority who passed attracted countless envious gazes.

After waiting for two hours, it was finally Yi Feng's turn.

"Huh."

At the entrance, Yi Feng took a deep breath, then walked in.

The one in charge of testing was a thin little man with a goat beard. Seeing Yi Feng come in, he briefly glanced at him.

Although not very powerful, just a Warrior, he could tell with one look that Yi Feng had no talent or cultivation.

"Go on."

He waved his hand dismissively.

"Aren't you going to test me?" Yi Feng asked in puzzlement.

"No need to test, I can tell with one look you have no talent." The man said impatiently, "Hurry up and go, don't hold up the people behind you."

"Wait!"

Yi Feng was very reluctant. He had waited in line for so long, he really couldn't resign himself to leaving just like that. What if he actually tested as talented?

Gritting his teeth, he placed a heavy money pouch on the table.

The thin man's eyes flashed as he looked at the money bag.

Although just a Warrior in the sect, that was his lot. So money was still useful to him for buying some low-level cultivation resources.

Moreover, after sitting here for half the day without a single talent showing up, he was tempted.

"Come with me."

He quietly pocketed the money bag and brought Yi Feng to the side.

"This is a talent testing stone. Place your hand on it. No reaction means you have no talent for cultivation. It lighting up indicates you have talent, and the brighter it glows, the greater your talent."

He briefly explained the process.

"Alright."

Yi Feng went to the talent testing stone and slightly raised his palm.

Then he lightly placed it down.

"Crack!"

The moment his palm touched the stone, it abruptly fractured.

Damn!

Seeing this, Yi Feng immediately cursed.

This kind of situation had happened to him before. He didn't expect this talent testing stone to also crack.

As for lighting up, there was no glow at all.

"Oh?"

The thin man's brows furrowed slightly as he murmured, "How can this talent testing stone be so fragile, breaking so quickly?"

He cleared away the fragments and placed a new stone down.

He had no suspicions at all about Yi Feng's test causing the stone to crack.

After all, talent testing stones had a limited lifespan, and cracks happening occasionally was normal. This one just had a shorter life. Yi Feng had simply coincidentally run into it while it was near the end.

"So what about my test...?"

Yi Feng couldn't help asking.

"Forget it, lad. Being an ordinary person is good too."

Because Yi Feng had brought him the only profit of the day, the man's attitude towards him was a bit better. He gently consoled,

Suddenly, another money pouch fell by his feet.

The thin man immediately glared at Yi Feng and admonished in an uncompromising tone, "Dead is dead, don't try to change it. I definitely can't agree to this."

Yet before his voice faded, another money pouch fell by his feet.

"I said it's impossible, so it's impossible. If we get caught, neither of us will get away with it!"

He said heavily.

Leaving no room for discussion.

But after he finished speaking, ten more pouches fell by his feet.

Seeing this, the thin man suddenly burst into laughter and gave Yi Feng a bear hug.

"My lad, I felt you had potential the moment you walked in. You've got talent, just as I expected!"

He patted Yi Feng's shoulder approvingly.

"Congratulations! Just before the stone cracked open, I seem to have seen a glimmer of light. You barely passed!"