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Chapter 252 - 252: 249: Alchemist Token? 1
Chapter 252 - 252: 249: Alchemist Token? 1
Chapter 252 - 252: 249: Alchemist Token? 1
Translator: 549690339
“Fifteen years old?”
“So young?”
“Another tragic kid. Eighteen and seventeen years old are the best ages to participate in the Genius Selection Competition. Unfortunately, the competition doesn’t care how old you are.”
“Just gaining some experience. It’s normal.”
Yang Chen didn’t mind what these people were talking about. He just looked carefully at the token, which was incredibly exquisite. It had his name, examination number, age, and examination venue, amongst other details, fully expressing his status as a contestant.
Thinking to himself, Yang Chen spoke out, ‘Master Zhou…”
“Hill?”
Before his words fell, Yang Chen saw a young man not far away.
Similarly, the young man also saw Yang Chen.
When he saw Yang Chen, the young man squinted his eyes, revealing a sneer,
“So it’s you! ”
“Indeed, Zhao Xuanwu. I hope you’ve been well.” Yang Chen looked at the young man in front of him, who turned out to be none other than the Inner Sect Genius of the Ziyang Sect that he had defeated back in the Great Wilderness, Zhao Xuanwu.
Zhao Xuanwu had come here to register for the competition with his senior and junior brothers. After seeing Yang Chen, his expression turned cold: “Kid, I didn’t expect you to come and participate in the Genius Selection Competition too. I hope you can make it through the Basic Competition and enter the main part of the selection. Otherwise, I won’t have the opportunity to toy with you, and it’ll be no fun.”
“Junior brother Xuanwu, who is this?” An adjacent Ziyang Sect Genius inquired.
“Just an insignificant ant that can be crushed to death at any time. Not worth mentioning. Let’s go.” The contempt in Zhao Xuanwu’s eyes was more than apparent.
Even though he had been defeated by Yang Chen, that was a matter of the past.
Now, he had been diligently cultivating within the Ziyang Sect. His strength had grown by leaps and bounds, and he had even reached the Third Level of the Spirit Martial Realm. Considering his age, such an accomplishment indeed qualified him to be proud among other geniuses.
As for Yang Chen, just a little guy from the Great Wilderness? He probably had barely reached the First Level of the Spirit Martial Realm!
With such cultivation, in Zhao Xuanwu’s view, Yang Chen was indeed nothing more than a pitiful ant that could be crushed to death at any time.
After witnessing Zhao Xuanwu’s assessment of Yang Chen, the Ziyang Sect Genius nodded thoughtfully. He felt that Yang Chen was just some clueless kid who had provoked Zhao Xuanwu. He didn’t take it to heart and turned around to leave.
This made Zhou Haoran feel embarrassed as he said, “Young friend Yang Chen, you sure have a lot of enemies. Besides the Ming Emperor Sect, even the geniuses of the Ziyang Sect seem to have some animosity towards you.”
Yang Chen curled his lips: “Just some old grudges. By the way, Senior Zhou, you should go back first!”
“Oh? Young friend Yang Chen, what are you going to do?” Zhou Haoran asked in confusion.
“Junior would like to go to the Way of Alchemy registration area to register!” Yang Chen said gently.
“Young friend Yang Chen, do you really plan to participate in the Alchemy assessment?” Zhou Haoran was suddenly startled.
Some of the people from the Zhou family couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time.
Was Yang Chen really planning to participate in both the Martial and Alchemy competitions?
Yang Chen smiled kindly: “After careful consideration, I, as a junior, think it’s better to give it a try, whether I succeed or not. At least I won’t regret it.”
“Since you have made up your mind, I, as an elder, cannot persuade you otherwise. However, there’s still a lot of time. There’s no need to rush back. Let’s go with you to register. At least with more people, we can prevent any accidents and boost your momentum.” Zhou Haoran waved his hand and laughed heartily.
Yang Chen felt grateful and set off together with Zhou Haoran to the Way of Alchemy registration area.
As Zhou Haoran said, having an elder to lead the way did save a lot of hassle, as Zhou Haoran was familiar with the many rules of Beishan Main City, which spared Yang Chen from any trouble.
Compared to the number of martial artists registering, the number of people signing up for Alchemy was far fewer, at least not crowded.
In just a short time, Yang Chen found a registration area with fewer people. “Yuan Heng, First Grade Alchemist, unqualified.”
“Zhang Hui, Second Grade Alchemist… Huh? Nineteen years old. You think you can fool me? Get lost!”
The youth named Zhang Hui cried out, “No, I just turned nineteen today. How can that count?”
“Even today, it’s no good. Get lost!”
The people watched this scene and couldn’t help but inhale a cold breath.
The Alchemy registration also had conditions.
Just like the Basic requirements for Martial Artists’ assessments – the First Level of the Spirit Martial Realm and being under eighteen years of age — the registration threshold for Alchemy was to possess the level of a Second Grade Alchemist before the age of eighteen.
There was no doubt about the strictness of these conditions. For example, the youth named Zhang Hui, who had just turned nineteen today, had lost the eligibility to participate in the assessment.
This made many Alchemy geniuses. who harbored a fluke mentality. leave the
arena with a sigh.
After a few people in front of him had finished registering, it was Yang Chen’s turn.
Yang Chen handed over his City Lord’s Command and soon dripped his blood into the compass.
“Yang Chen, fifteen years old. Where’s your Alchemist Token?” asked the Registration officer.
It took a moment for Yang Chen to react: “Alchemist Token?”
He just remembered that for an Alchemist, the identity symbol was the Alchemist Token. This was linked to the Alchemist’s level and status, and every region’s Alchemist Alliance provided assessments for Alchemists.
For example, a Second Grade Alchemist would have a Second Grade Alchemist Token representing their status.
Yang Chen was at a loss for words: “Senior, I haven’t had the chance to assess for an Alchemist Token.”
“Another one trying to fish in troubled waters.”
“There are too many kids without Alchemist Tokens. Many who think they can reach the Second Grade Alchemist level are just First Grade Alchemist material!”
“Heh, another good show to watch.”
“Another country bumpkin.”
Many geniuses had their Alchemist Tokens to prove their identities. They thought they were people of status and that those without Alchemist Tokens were inferior.
Upon hearing that Yang Chen didn’t have an Alchemist Token, the registration officer impatiently glanced at him: “Hurry and go to the back to refine a furnace of second-grade elixirs. Someone will be watching you there. If you succeed, it will represent you having the level of a Second Grade Alchemist. At that time, come back here to collect your assessment card!”
Yang Chen could hear the disdain in the Registration officer’s tone, especially the word ‘get lost,’ which made his expression darken. He then said, “No need for that; I can refine elixirs right here. There’s no need to trouble myself to move to another location!”
“How dare you! By refining elixirs here, you’ll be wasting everyone’s time. How will the people behind you register?” The registration officer shouted angrily.
Yang Chen nonchalantly took out the Purple Elegance Dan Furnace, “Waste time? Dear registration officer, I don’t think so. Give me sixty breaths of time, and I can refine a second-grade elixir for you.. I think sixty breaths can hardly be considered a waste of time, right?”