Crude

"Ah... Bronze?" Liu Jingyi, the younger sister, widened her eyes and blurted it out.

Quick and outspoken, her clear voice sounded especially abrupt in the quiet classroom.

Liu Jingshu, standing beside her, said nothing.

She merely watched the light screen, a trace of cold just as expected flashing in her eyes.

What ability could someone from the lower realm possibly have?

A Bronze score of 270 might be enough to get by in an ordinary class, but in the elite class, it was simply unbearable to look at.

A few stifled chuckles came from the back of the classroom.

Chen Yuan looked at the light screen, a gentle smile curling his lips as he slowly stepped forward.

"Junior Lu has only just arrived and hasn't adjusted to the rhythm of the Great Wilderness yet. That's understandable," Chen Yuan said warmly. "But the threshold for our elite class is at least 200 Silver points."

He patted Lu Zhen on the shoulder.

"You're still more than two hundred points away from Silver, Junior. You'll have to work harder from now on."

His words sounded perfectly proper, without a single flaw to pick at.

But the lackeys behind him were not nearly so polite.

"Two Ultimate Profound techniques?" A lean student stared at the light screen and curled his lip. "The cultivation arts of the lower realm really are simple."

"Exactly," another agreed. "Brother Chen is a peerless genius. After cultivating bitterly for so many years, he only managed to deduce one sword art to Ultimate Profound.

This kid has already reached Ultimate Profound in two techniques at such a young age. He must be practicing nothing but low-grade, crude tricks."

Their words dripped with sourness.

Why?

Most of them, the favored children of heaven from the Great Wilderness, had only reached the