After finishing the previous disciple's registration, the registrar looked up. The moment his gaze fell on Ling Zhuzi, the treasure light radiating from him nearly blinded him.
His little robe, a gradient fragrant-autumn yellow, was embroidered with pale blue Cloud Patterns. The gold-threaded entwined lotus on the bright red Red Tummy-Cover beneath it flickered into view at his collar. An antique bronze mirror hung at his waist, its Dragon and Phoenix patterns flowing beneath the light.
A red Sash ribbon lay across his shoulder, its end hanging by his waist and fluttering gently in the wind.
Standing there, his entire body seemed to be glowing.
The few Demon Clan members behind him whispered among themselves, their gazes sweeping back and forth over Ling Zhuzi.
The registrar's brow furrowed deeply.
It was not as though no exceptionally well-born disciples came to enlist in Farm Teachings, but a child covered head to toe in top-tier Dharma Artifacts was truly a first.
He was dressed so ostentatiously that he might as well have written on his face, I have money, come rob me.
And he had not even grown into his features yet. His face was round and plump, his eyes bright as though soaked in shattered starlight. He looked exactly like some pampered young master from a wealthy household. If he were not within Farm Teachings' territory, someone would probably rob him before he had gone two miles.
"Are you... here to sign up, or to flaunt your wealth?"
Ling Zhuzi blinked, lowered his head to inspect the things on him, then looked back up and said proudly,
"Empress Nuwa gave me all of them."
Everyone in line around him drew in a sharp breath, as though they were looking at a golden lump that had fallen from the heavens.
"Empress Nuwa?"