Enrollment

Lin Feng knew the testing procedure for magical talent by heart. Bored, he watched as one youth or child after another walked up to the priest full of hope, only to return with a look of dejection. He felt a slight stir in his heart; seeing the expressions of those who failed the test reminded him of the time he failed his job interview at China Mobile. How similar his expression back then must have been to theirs!

Of course, Lin Feng was only momentarily moved. He felt no great pity or sympathy for those who failed; after all, life and death are fated, and riches are determined by heaven. Magical talent was not something one could force.

As time passed, the hall became increasingly crowded. Since the magic test was scheduled to last for seven days, most people were in no particular hurry. By the time it was Lin Feng's turn, the line of people waiting to be tested had stretched out of the hall. Yet, after so much time had passed, the number of people who had actually passed the magical talent test was a pitiful five or six.

"Next." The bald old man spoke again.

Lin Feng calmed his mind and stepped into the center. Doehring Cowart remained by his side; in Doehring Cowart's view, only a Saint Realm powerhouse could barely sense his existence, and as for these ordinary mages, it was impossible for them to perceive him.

Lin Feng placed his hand on the crystal ball.

Suddenly, the entire crystal ball flared with a brilliance like the sun. Earth-yellow and cyan lights intertwined, and there was even a faint, tiny trace of fire-red mixed in. The dazzling light was so intense that those standing nearby couldn't help but squint.

Seeing the crystal ball shining like the sun, everyone in the great hall was stunned. Doehring Cowart, who had been standing beside Lin Feng, was also stunned. According to his calculations, there should have been seven colors intertwining; why were there only earth-yellow and cyan? But immediately, when Doehring Cowart saw the look in Lin Feng's eyes, he suppressed the doubt in his heart with a sudden realization.

The bald old man looked at the paper in his hand with trembling hands. It was written very clearly: Lin Feng was only eight years old.

"Age eight. Elemental affinity: Earth and Wind, Super-grade! Fire, middle-grade." The bald old man felt his heart pounding violently. Usually, a mage's elemental affinity was middle-grade; slightly higher was very rare, and as for super-grade, it was incredibly scarce.

In truth, according to Lin Feng's elemental affinity, it should have exceeded super-grade, but because there was no such classification as "super-super-grade," it was judged as super-grade.

"Whoa!"

A gasp swept through the entire hall. The elemental affinity was actually super-grade, and it was dual-elemental at that—this was simply too terrifying.

After testing elemental affinity, it was time to test spiritual energy!

"Please step into the magic circle." The bald old man even used the word "please" with Lin Feng, which was a rarity.

Even many of the nobles nearby began to look at Lin Feng differently. A super-grade elemental affinity meant he could refine magic power in a very short time, leaving the rest of his time to train his spiritual energy. His future achievements would be limitless.

Lin Feng stepped into the magic circle.

He saw the warm white light of the magic circle ignite, and then a wave of pressure acted directly upon his soul.

Light-element magic deterrence.

It's really weak. Compared to the "Dragon Might" of that Black Dragon half a year ago, it's not even in the same league. Lin Feng even had the leisure to think about other things. With his true ability, achieving a super-grade in spiritual energy would be a piece of cake, but Lin Feng didn't want that. A super-grade in elemental affinity was enough; as for spiritual energy, a high-grade would be sufficient to ensure his entry into the Ernst Institute. There was no need to be like Dixie, the brother of Delia, and get a double super-grade.

As time passed, the light of the magic circle grew brighter, and the intensity of the deterrence grew stronger. Everyone in the cathedral hall held their breath. Everyone who saw this scene understood: this ordinary-looking youth would surely be a formidable mage in the future.

Lin Feng estimated that if he fell now, he should be able to achieve a high-grade score in spiritual energy.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng pretended he couldn't hold on any longer, and his entire body collapsed onto one knee, his hands bracing him against the ground.

Everyone turned their eyes to the bald old man.

The bald old man, his face flushed with excitement, announced loudly: "Spiritual energy, twenty times that of his peers, which is high-grade. Spiritual energy: high-grade. Elemental affinity: super-grade."

Boom! Once these words were spoken, everyone's gaze toward Lin Feng changed. There was envy, jealousy, and hatred—all sorts of emotions—but the previous contempt was gone.

"Who knows that youth? Which family is he from?" The nobles below began to whisper to one another.

"His name is Lin Feng." Some recruiters learned Lin Feng's identity from the staff nearby.

Next, Lin Feng truly experienced the feeling of being a star. Being fought over felt quite good; he felt like a hot commodity, a sensation he had never experienced in his previous life.

"Lin Feng, we at the Ernst Institute sincerely invite you to become a member of our academy." A voice rang out from afar, and as it did, the entire hall fell silent. Even the bald old man stopped speaking.

Lin Feng turned to look.

He saw a middle-aged man in white robes walking over, smiling as he said, "Super-grade elemental affinity, high-grade spiritual energy, and dual-elemental super-grade. Lin Feng, we at the Ernst Institute welcome you very much. Would you be willing to join us?"

Hillman, standing nearby, had been stunned for a long while. At this moment, he immediately ran to Lin Feng's side, his hands trembling slightly with excitement.

Ernst Institute?

What did it mean to enter the "Ernst Institute," the number one magic academy in the entire Yulan continent?

It meant that once one graduated from the academy, even an ordinary member of the Ernst Institute could easily become a count in any kingdom. Outstanding students were even earnestly invited by the four great empires.

Moreover, in the vast Yulan continent, the Ernst Institute only recruited one hundred people each year!

One hundred people a year—what kind of probability was that?

Every student who entered the Ernst Institute could be called a genius!

"Lin Feng, accept his offer!" Hillman was incredibly excited at this moment.

Lin Feng didn't feel much excitement in his heart; his entry into the Ernst Institute was already a done deal. He only wanted to enter the Ernst Institute to see what the little lady Delia looked like, and at the same time, to meet his brothers in Dormitory 1987. Learning magic was just a secondary benefit.

"Sir, I would be honored to become a member of the Ernst Institute," Lin Feng said politely and respectfully.

The middle-aged man in white robes was surprised by Lin Feng's calmness, but he continued to smile and said, "Lin Feng, I will report all your identity information to the academy. When the time comes, you only need to bring your proof of identity and undergo one more test after entering the academy to officially become a member."

Impersonation was useless because one had to be tested again upon arriving at the academy.

"The academy year is divided into two semesters, and the school term begins on February 9th. You only need to arrive at the academy before February 9th. This is a certificate, which serves as proof of admission." The middle-aged man in white robes took a red letter from his bosom.

In fact, the moment the middle-aged man in white robes learned of Lin Feng's test results, he had already filled in Lin Feng's name on the admission letter. Because he firmly believed that no one would refuse an invitation from the Ernst Institute!

"Thank you." Lin Feng took the red letter.