Good Talent?

As the assessments went on, they steadily climbed toward a climax. All manner of martial artists entered everyone's sight, and every branch displayed the strength under its command. Those who achieved outstanding results in the three-stage assessment were all beaming with pride and brimming with confidence.

Those who failed to clear the three stages or obtained less-than-stellar results, on the other hand, were far more dejected.

Yang Chen did the math. More than thirty branches should be certain to secure thirty points and enter the main family to attend the clan gathering, while another forty-odd branches still had a chance.

All in all, roughly sixty or seventy branches could enter the main family. The elimination rate could not be called high, but it certainly was not low either.

What worried Yang Chen was that, at least for now, the Eastern branch's chances of obtaining thirty points were not particularly high. That could not be helped. Compared with the other branches, the Eastern branch truly could not be considered strong.

Relying on the six points Bai Yishan had earned to get the Eastern branch through the assessment and qualify for the clan gathering hosted by the main family was clearly still not enough.

Now, the assessment for the first batch of martial artists above forty years old was about to reach its end.

Only a dozen or so martial artists remained unassessed. Bai Tianheng called out the numbers, and the martial artists corresponding to them stepped forward.

"Number two hundred and twenty-seven!" Bai Tianheng called.

The martial artist corresponding to number two hundred and twenty-seven stepped out. Without waiting for instructions, he took the initiative and entered the Dragon Transformation Pool.

The Dragon Transformation Pool swiftly produced its result. The number of bubbles rising from the water was neither much nor