Ding-dong!
"Congratulations, time is up. Would you like to sign in immediately? Reward available from this sign-in: one box of Foundation Lollipops!"
"Sign in!"
As he walked, Hun Han answered in his heart. There were rewards for every sign-in; only a fool would refuse!
"Ding-dong!" "Congratulations, sign-in successful. Item obtained: one box of Foundation Lollipops!"
Foundation Lollipops: fifty per box. A miraculous item from the myriad worlds, capable of letting one truly eat pills like candy without any side effects. Taishang Laojun's latest invention, a pill gentler in medicinal effect than Foundation Building Pills or Foundation Building Spiritual Liquid. Consuming one nourished the body's internal organs and strengthened the physique. Moreover, they were moderately sweet and exceptionally good for licking!
"Uh!"
Hun Han clicked his tongue inwardly. His first sign-in reward was actually something this bizarre. It was... a box of lollipops.
Fine, fine, he would forgive the system. After all, his body was only six years old. It was exactly the age for eating candy.
Hun Han focused his consciousness inward and examined the system in his mind. On the sign-in panel, there were still thirty minutes until his next sign-in.
"Ding-dong!" "The system has issued a sign-in mission. Please sign in at the Hun Clan's Dark Soul Stone Tablet. Would you like to accept the sign-in mission?" "Ding-dong!" "System reminder: the host is the system's master and has the right to refuse missions. If you refuse this mission, the system will restart the Location Sign-in mission after one month." "Ding-dong!" "System reminder: as the number of missions refused by the host increases, the interval before the Location Sign-in mission is issued again will grow longer and longer!"
"Accept it!" Hun Han replied inwardly.
"Ding-dong!" "Congratulations, you have successfully accepted the Location Sign-in mission. Please sign in at the Hun Clan's Dark Soul Stone Tablet. No time limit!"
Shortly afterward, Hun Han passed through a small forest and arrived at the edge of a plaza paved with white marble. The plaza was enormous, covering hundreds of thousands of square meters. It was already packed with people. Around its perimeter stood a ring of black-clad figures maintaining order. Badges hung from their chests, engraved with strange flame patterns that could neither be seen clearly nor grasped. Above the patterns were four glossy black ripples.
The Hun Clan was one of the eight great clans, and its internal hierarchy was strict. One glossy black ripple represented the strength of a Dou Zhe. Four glossy black ripples meant that these orderkeepers were all Dou Ling experts.
Having read the storyline of Battle Through the Heavens, Hun Han knew that the Xiao Family, one of Wutan City's four great families, had remained standing only because it possessed a Dou Ling-level expert. Yet here, around this white-marble plaza, there were several thousand Hun Clan descendants maintaining order—and every one of them was a Dou Ling expert.
Of course, as Hun Tiandi's thirteenth son, Hun Han knew that Dou Ling-level descendants were merely cannon fodder within the vast Hun Clan. They were only used to maintain the living order of the billions of clan members within the Hun Clan's independent space.
"Look, he's here!"
A faintly contemptuous voice came from nearby. Soon afterward, a large portion of the crowd focused their gazes on Hun Han.
"Who knows who cursed the Clan Leader? He actually had a useless son!"
"Yeah. I'm so jealous that he has the Clan Leader as his father. Even as trash, he can still remain in this fertile place!"
"But after today, his luck will be used up. Even the Clan Leader's son must be assigned to a region if his talent is too poor. With his status, he should be able to become a city lord!"
"Heh, so what if he becomes a city lord? I heard the Clan Leader doesn't seem to like the Thirteenth Young Master. A city lord who can't cultivate and has no local power protecting him... he'll probably die young before long!"
The jeering voices around him were not loud. However, Hun Han was a transmigrator, and his soul power was far sharper than that of ordinary people. He heard every single word without missing any.
What they said was indeed true. In the Xiao Family, those whose cultivation had failed to meet the standard by sixteen would be assigned to manage the family's businesses. As for the Hun Clan, its rules of survival were a hundred times harsher than the Xiao Family's.
When direct descendants of the Hun Clan's "Imperial Capital" reached six years old, if neither their talent nor cultivation met the requirements, they would be assigned to a region to begin training early, much like the feudal era of the Chinese plane.
Qin Lan had not been wrong. Today was indeed an important test for Hun Han. His cultivation and talent would determine where he would be assigned.
Of course, being assigned to a region for training was only a privilege for direct descendants of the Hun Clan. As for ordinary clan members, if they lacked cultivation and talent, they were destined to spend their lives in mediocrity.
Only if their cultivation and talent met the standards could they continue staying in the "Imperial Capital" and receive priority resource cultivation.
"Hun Sheng, Dou Qi, seventh stage; bloodline, Fifth Grade!"
"Hun Shanshan, Dou Qi, eighth stage; bloodline, sixth grade!"
"Hun Wei, Dou Qi, seventh stage; bloodline, Fifth Grade!"
At the foot of the mountain beside the plaza stood a glossy black stone tablet. That was the Hun Clan's Dark Soul Stone Tablet, and the location of Hun Han's first Location Sign-in.
Under an elder's supervision, the Dark Soul Stone Tablet lit up with varying intensities. The brighter the light, the higher the talent. Bloodline grades ranged from first to ninth grade, and beyond ninth grade was the Divine Grade Bloodline—the most perfect awakening of the legendary Dou Di Bloodline.
As one direct descendant after another underwent testing, Hun Han noticed that the lowest Dou Qi level was seventh stage, while the lowest bloodline was Fifth Grade.
"Next, Hun Feng!"
"Hun Feng?"
Hun Han licked his lollipop and looked toward the Dark Soul Stone Tablet ahead.
A child not much shorter than Hun Han stepped onto the white-marble stairs. Then, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he lightly touched the Dark Soul Stone Tablet with a finger.
At once, four large golden words appeared on the Dark Soul Stone Tablet: Two-Star Dou Zhe!
"Whew!"
"He's actually a Two-Star Dou Zhe!"
"At only six years old, he has already become a Two-Star Dou Zhe and successfully condensed a Fighting Qi Vortex within his body. Such talent truly proves that a tiger father has no dog son!"
Xiao Yan had only successfully condensed his Fighting Qi Vortex at eleven, while Hun Tiandi's eighteenth son, Hun Feng, was already a Two-Star Dou Zhe at six.
One had to know that the Dou Qi stage was the most difficult stage for a Dou Zhe to cultivate through. Most people could not break past the Dou Qi stage in their entire lives.
Yet if Hun Feng had only achieved this much, the many important figures seated on the platform halfway up the mountain would not have appeared here.
Sure enough, as the test continued, black ripples spread across the Dark Soul Stone Tablet. Then, more and more black ripples appeared.
"One, two... six... nine..."
Under countless watching eyes, the ripples on the Dark Soul Stone Tablet abruptly increased to nine.
Nine ripples meant that Hun Feng possessed a ninth-grade bloodline.
After the Dark Soul Stone Tablet fell silent for a brief moment, another ripple finally emerged. A subtle pressure swept through the surroundings.
"Ten! A Divine Grade Bloodline!"
Every member of the Hun Clan stared feverishly at Hun Feng on the altar.
"Hun Feng, Two-Star Dou Zhe; bloodline, Divine Grade!"
"Next, Hun Han!"
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