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Chapter 342: 200 “No Limit” and “Departure” (Please Subscribe)_2
Chapter 342: 200 “No Limit” and “Departure” (Please Subscribe)_2
Chapter 342: 200 “No Limit” and “Departure” (Please Subscribe)_2
Translator: 549690339
There are definitely people in the Wizard Realm who possess extremely high talent but haven’t even become wizards, and they are not a few.
So, talent is just a stepping stone.
Add to this the fact that the talent of Milton Cheney’s actual self in the Wizard Realm is not high, so he naturally won’t care too much about talent.
Upon hearing Milton’s words, the middle-aged man let out a bitter smile.
It turned out to be exactly as he had imagined.
Milton’s understanding of talent was entirely based on his own speculation.
But that’s not surprising.
It’s normal for someone from a small place to know so little.
Furthermore, understanding spiritualist talent is indeed some secret in the Soul Realm, it’s not surprising that Milton doesn’t know about it.
“There’s one thing you said correctly, that is, eight and a half grid talent is indeed high.”
“But not just high. Extremely high.”
“I advanced to Level 3 Spiritualist three hundred years ago. Do you know how many talent grids I possess?”
With a sudden change of topic, the middle-aged man asked Milton a question.
Milton thought for a moment, and then said in a quiet voice, “Seven grids, seven and a half grids?”
Milton gave his two answers.
These two were the most reasonable guesses.
After all, the Soul Academy requires five grids of talent.
The middle-aged man standing before him was able to cultivate up to Level 3 Wizard, so seven grids of talent was the most likely possibility.
However, as soon as Milton finished speaking, the middle-aged man shook his head.
The next moment, the Talent Column appeared in his hand.
Moments later, six red lights appeared on the Talent Column.
“I only have six grids of talent.”
“Among spiritualists, the variance in talent is minimal, but the difference from one talent level to another is extremely huge.”
The middle-aged man said.
Once he finished this sentence, worried that Milton might not understand, he was ready to go on explaining.
However, Milton naturally understood the meaning of his words.
Although he understood what the middle-aged man meant, he did not interrupt, because it was necessary to confirm whether his understanding matched his speculations.
Also, Milton didn’t have the habit of interrupting others.
“To put it simply, for spiritualists, the talent is nearly identical.”
“Most have four grids of talent, while five or six grids are a little less.”
“Seven-grid talent is even rarer, eight grids are extremely rare, and nine-grid talent is almost nonexistent.”
“But the impact of even a half-grid difference in talent on the spiritualist is extremely significant.”
The middle-aged man spoke aloud.
Though it sounded complicated, it was very easy to understand.
Milton nodded his head since what the middle-aged man said was what he had considered.
“If the limit of six-grid talent is a Level 4 Spiritualist, then the limit of eight and a half grid talent is limitless.”
“Or you could say that no one in the Soul Realm has discovered where the limit of eight and a half grid talent is.”
“In other words, no matter what realm you cultivate to, there will be no bottleneck.”
The middle-aged man continued to say.
There was a clear note of envy in his voice.
However, talent is innate; his envy was pointless.
Plus, by recruiting Milton with his eight and a half grid talent for the Soul Academy Main Campus, the resources he could earn would be enough to keep him supplied until he became a Level 4 Spiritualist.
“No bottleneck?”
Upon hearing this, Milton was also taken aback.
This plane was too exaggerated.
If the talent of the wizard in his real world could be so extreme.
Then, with the aid of the Simulator, wouldn’t he possibly be a Level 6 Wizard by now?
“Yes, there are absolutely no cultivation bottlenecks.”
“You should be able to feel it, that from the time you cultivated the Heart Technique till now, the speed at which you absorb soul energy has never slowed down.”
“After you became a Level 1 Wizard, your cultivation speed didn’t decrease even though your realm improved.”
The middle-aged man said, then paused before continuing:
“If we compare the realm to a bucket of water, then talent would be the ladle used to pour the water.”
“For a five-grid talent person, as their realm improves, the bucket for storing water gets bigger, but the ladle for pouring the water gets smaller.”
“But for someone with eight and a half grid talent, while the bucket for storing water gets bigger with an improved realm, the ladle for pouring the water doesn’t shrink.”
“That is to say, no matter whether you are a Level 1 Spiritualist or a Level 4 Spiritualist, your cultivation speed will not slow down. Furthermore, there will be no bottlenecks in your realms.”
“This is the impact of talent!”
The middle-aged man paused.
He looked at Milton Cheney to gauge his reaction to this news.
Regardless of Milton’s reaction, the middle-aged man would not be surprised.
Euphoria? Shock? Disbelief?
Any of these responses would be within expectation.
If it were him, he would have reacted with incredulous joy.
Surprisingly, Milton Cheney didn’t seem to have any particular response.
He just quietly nodded.
Milton did feel a touch of exhilaration, but that was about it.
While talent is indeed important to spiritualists, for Milton Cheney, it was not the be-all and end-all.
Milton knew how to prioritize. In his reincarnation to the Soul Realm, the unowned rules were of utmost importance to him.
Milton did not show any other emotions.
On the other hand, Piers, who was hearing this news, was struck silent by shock.
He had never heard before that such an outrageous amount of talent could be contained in eight and a half grids.
He knew that he might have misled Milton, but what he didn’t expect was how big a mistake he had made.
Almost everything he had communicated about talent was wrong.
What shocked him even more was that Milton, whom he had known at the Wind Spirit Academy for four years, was now on the verge of joining the Soul Academy Headquarters.
It all seemed a bit surreal.
“With such talent, coupled with your modesty, your future is beyond my imagination.”
“I have been here long enough. Activate the Communication Spiritual Bead once you have finished with your business, and I will take you to the Soul Academy Headquarters.”
With a final sigh, the middle-aged man left.
All he could conclude was that Milton was innately calm.
After all, he did not know that Milton had nearly ten thousand years of experience to keep him composed.
Once he was done speaking, the middle-aged man turned and walked through the illusory circular door.
As soon as his body disappeared, the illusory circular door vanished from its place.
Once the middle-aged man had left, Piers looked at Milton with complex emotions.
He knew that from now on, they would be on distinctly different paths.
Even though he was a Level 2 Spiritualist and Milton just a Level 1 Spiritualist, they were no longer on the same level.
“Dean, I won’t forget the Wind Spirit Academy and the cultivation you’ve bestowed upon me,” said Milton, aware of Piers’s thoughts.
These were not idle words.
Having spent four years at the Wind Spirit Academy, he had received considerable resources from both the academy and Piers due to his talent.
This had helped Milton a great deal.
Milton was no ingrate.
Since his acceptance into the Soul Academy Headquarters was already set in stone,
he felt inclined to assist the Wind Spirit Academy in the future.
Although, to him, this world was just a place he had reincarnated into and he was merely a passerby.
But for Piers, all of this was real.
In fact, everything in this world was indeed real.
Even after the simulation ended, Milton would leave a mark in this world’s history.
Thus, he had no objection to helping the Wind Spirit Academy in the future.
Hearing Milton’s words, Piers responded with a solemn nod.
Although he didn’t know if Milton would keep his word,
Just having those words was enough.
Time passed, and half a year whizzed by in the blink of an eye.
Morning Breeze Region, Breeze Town.
Milton said goodbye to his parents in this world, then activated the Communication Spiritual Bead in his hand.
Almost instantly, the familiar middle-aged man appeared before him.
“Let’s go.”
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