Venomous Mockery

"Fourteen years old, Level-6 Superior Grade. Qualified!"

Most of the young men and women had Soul Aptitudes between Level 4 and Level 5. Then, an excited voice suddenly rang out, and countless gazes converged on a beautiful blonde, blue-eyed girl with a voluptuous figure.

The Level-1 Warlock standing before the beautiful blonde, blue-eyed girl was also extremely excited, looking at her as though she were a priceless treasure.

The Level-1 Warlock, who appeared to be around thirty-five or thirty-six, wore a gentle expression as he handed the beautiful girl a slip of paper. "I am Nis, an official Level-1 Warlock of the Antalya Warlock Academy. If you wish to become my Personal Disciple, contact me. This is my contact information."

All the students looked at the beautiful girl with eyes full of envy.

Nis had shown no warmth toward any of the other students, yet he had extended an olive branch to the beautiful girl. This showed just how highly he regarded her future.

With Level-6 Superior Grade Soul Aptitude, barring any accidents and provided she had sufficient resources, Advancing to Level-1 Warlock was practically a certainty. Only when attempting to advance to Level-2 Warlock would bottlenecks and the possibility of failure arise. Naturally, such a student greatly tempted Nis.

For an ordinary student who was not even a Wizard Apprentice, receiving guidance from an official Level-1 Warlock was absolutely the opportunity of their dreams. It would allow them to avoid many detours while gaining a great deal of resources.

The beautiful girl bowed slightly and gave Nis a respectful salute as she tactfully declined. "Thank you for thinking so highly of me, Lord Nis. I will consider it."

Nis glanced regretfully at the beautiful girl, then shifted his gaze to the remaining youths and returned to his indifferent manner. "Next!"

Only then did the youths continue stepping forward to test their aptitudes.

Yang Feng observed throughout the process and discovered that most of the youths possessed Level-4 Soul Talent. Those with Level-5 Soul Talent were few, while only the beautiful girl had displayed Level-6 Soul Talent so far.

After more than a thousand young men and women had undergone the test, another small commotion suddenly arose. A fourteen-year-old young noble had tested with Level-6 Inferior Grade Soul Talent. This time, the young noble directly chose to become that official Warlock's Personal Disciple.

Most of the young men and women who chose to join the Antalya Warlock Academy hoped to become the Personal Disciples of official Warlocks. Only geniuses who already possessed powerful backgrounds and had mentors arranged for them would decline an official Warlock's recruitment.

After several hundred more young men and women had been tested, it was finally Yang Feng's turn.

Standing before Yang Feng was a male Warlock around thirty-six or thirty-seven years old. He glanced at Yang Feng, frowned slightly, and said, "This time, we Antalia Warlocks are only recruiting students under sixteen. You are too old and do not meet our requirements. Leave."

"I am Yang Feng, nephew of the Lord of Steel. This is proof of my special admission." Yang Feng calmly took out a badge emanating faint spell fluctuations and handed it to the Warlock.

After taking the badge, the Warlock studied it carefully for a while. His brows furrowed slightly as he said coldly, "Place your hand on the crystal."

Yang Feng immediately placed his hand on the crystal.

After quite some time, the crystal finally released faint, dim gray light.

"Twenty-five years old, Level-1 Inferior Grade Soul Talent. Qualified!" The Warlock stared at the crystal, his expression extraordinarily vivid as he spoke through gritted teeth.

Level-1 Inferior Grade Soul Talent was the worst possible talent—even many farmers had better talent than that. Only premature infants, worthless trash whose bodies had been drained dry by wine and women, or those injured while still in their mothers' wombs would possess such abysmal Soul Talent.

"Level-1 Inferior Grade Soul Talent! How can someone like that qualify?"

"With talent like that, how could he possibly qualify?"

"Level-1 Inferior Grade Soul Talent? That is the worst Soul Talent I have ever seen! My family's groom might have far stronger Soul Talent than him!"

"..."

Voices rose from the crowd, all questioning the legitimacy of Yang Feng's admission qualification.

The Antalya Warlock Academy was one of the six greatest Warlock powers on the Durando Subcontinent. Those wishing to enter the Antalya Warlock Academy to study were as numerous as carp crossing a river, yet fewer than a thousand people each year could enter the academy to cultivate the path of Warlocks.

Passing the Soul Talent test was merely the first gate. There was still a second round of selection. Students with Soul Talent above Level 5 could generally remain at the Antalya Warlock Academy to cultivate, while those with Level-4 Soul Talent still had to undergo further selection and elimination.

If a cultivation slot at the Antalya Warlock Academy were sold on the black market, many great nobles would be willing to pay even 1,000 Gold Coins for it.

Yang Feng's Soul Talent was merely Level-1 Inferior Grade, yet he could directly join the Antalya Warlock Academy. Naturally, this aroused the jealousy and dissatisfaction of countless people.

A large number of young men and women denounced Yang Feng. Yang Feng shamelessly pretended not to hear a thing.

Yet it was clear that the official Warlock mentors held no favorable impression of Yang Feng either. They all watched coldly from the sidelines, allowing the young men and women to denounce him.

A handsome, brawny blonde, blue-eyed youth sneered with venom, "These yellow-skinned monkeys from the East truly have no shame! With Level-1 Inferior Grade Soul Talent, they still dare come to the Antalya Warlock Academy. I suggest we seize them all, stuff them into cages, feed them some bananas, and then throw them out!"

Hearing such vicious words, Yang Feng frowned slightly and turned to look in the youth's direction.

The blonde, blue-eyed youth stood beside the girl with Level-6 Superior Grade Soul Aptitude along with several young men and women of extraordinary bearing, forming a small clique. Every youth in that clique stared at Yang Feng with mocking, icy expressions, their eyes filled with undisguised contempt and malice.

No. 3796's database already stored the memories of quite a few people. By reading those memories, Yang Feng had gained a considerable understanding of the customs, social structure, and way of life of the Durando Subcontinent.

The Durando Subcontinent was a society dominated by white people. Aside from them, there were also many Eastern people who had drifted over from the Eastern world of the Main Continent.

On the Durando Subcontinent, many white people deeply discriminated against Eastern people, believing that their arrival had stolen their employment opportunities, military merits, land, and chances to become Warlocks.

Zhao Jiang's ancestor had originally earned enough merit for the Fein Deluo Principality to be granted a viscountcy. Yet under the suppression of other nobles, he could only barely receive a barony and was exiled to the remote Red Leaf Town. This was precisely because of discrimination and oppression.

It was exceedingly difficult for Eastern people to integrate into mainstream society. It might take the efforts of several generations, or even more than ten generations, before they could fully blend into the mainstream society of the Durando Subcontinent.