Sect powers had always stood high above everyone else because they held the crucial secret that allowed cultivators to enter the cultivation world.
Without a method of testing, one could not step onto the path of cultivation.
Perhaps, when it all began, someone had devised a way to generate magic power within the body without using this approach.
But for the sake of the sects' and families' interests, such methods would never circulate widely.
Even the rogue cultivators in this world had, to some extent, either stumbled upon a fortuitous opportunity or defected from a sect.
Or they belonged to a lineage of rogue cultivators passed down to a single successor each generation.
The Jade Crystal could no longer be used, but Zhang Yuanrang certainly could not simply leave his daughter's talent untested.
She was, after all, the daughter of him and a princess of the royal family.
He had no talent for cultivation, but that did not mean Zhang Yun, who carried the bloodline of the Wei Dynasty Royal Family, lacked it too.
Of course, until everything was confirmed, he dared not be certain.
"Senior, how is she?"
Zhang Yuanrang asked nervously.
Without the Jade Crystal's help, he had no idea whether Xu Tong could test her talent.
Nor did he know what difference using the Jade Crystal made.
As a mortal, his understanding of cultivators' affairs was naturally limited. Much of what he knew had only come through his wife's status.
In his nervous state, he hardly resembled the man who had once stirred up a rain of blood and a wind of slaughter in the Royal City. Instead, he looked like a child who had seen little of the world.
Xu Tong's magic power circulated through Zhang Yun's body, drawing the spiritual qi between heaven and earth