Ninth-grade Bloodline, What Do You Want?

It was not that this elder had never seen grand occasions before. It was just that ninth-grade had never appeared in an intermediate test in five hundred years. Even the two currently within the clan had only reached ninth-grade after the final test.

And reaching ninth-grade in the intermediate test—he knew very well what that meant. It meant that in the final test, this young man's bloodline grade was very likely to reach the God-grade Bloodline that had not appeared in the Bai Clan for a thousand years.

After letting out a long breath, the elder stretched out a slightly trembling hand, picked up the golden brush from the jade tray, and said kindly, "Child, don't be nervous."

Xiao Heng nodded. He was not nervous, though. He had given much thought to his talent. At the beginning, their bloodline concentration certainly had not been high, because he had only awakened his bloodline in his teens, while some people here awakened theirs from birth.

The reason it had reached ninth-grade was likely due to the many opportunities he had encountered afterward, including the most important one, which had consumed countless resources to forge the talent he possessed today.

What Xiao Heng did not know was that within the Bai Clan, not many people awakened their bloodlines on their own. Most did so through guidance. Still, when he had first awakened, his bloodline might truly have been very weak. In other words, his talent had not been innate.

However, whatever the reason, it could not diminish Xiao Heng's radiance at this moment. Everyone's eyes were on him, and those gazes held many things—joy, regret, excitement—but the one thing absent was jealousy or hatred.

Perhaps that was also why the Bai Clan had managed to survive its great calamity and continue developing rather