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"quiet!"
The atmosphere in the sect square of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was solemn.
An elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in the robes of an elder, stood in the center of the high platform, his voice loud and clear, echoing throughout the square.
"Today is the annual coming-of-age ceremony of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."
"All disciples who are eighteen years of age or older must come forward to verify their soul power and register. Their future will then be assigned by the sect."
As the old man's voice faded, hundreds of young disciples in the hall held their breath in concentration.
"First place, Ning Feng."
A tall, upright young man stepped forward in response and strode quickly forward.
The huge crystal ball in front of the elder glowed faintly, and the fluctuations of soul power were clearly captured.
"Ning Feng, eighteen years old, soul power level thirty-seven."
The elder nodded, opened the register, and began to write.
"Assigned to the sect's internal affairs hall to assist the elders in resource allocation."
"Thank you, Elder!"
Ning Feng bowed respectfully, a hint of joy on his face, and stepped aside.
"Next, Ning Yu."
Another female disciple stepped forward; she had delicate features and a slightly nervous expression.
The crystal ball lit up again.
"Ning Yu, eighteen years old, soul power level thirty-one."
"Assigned to the Tianluo City branch as a walking deacon."
"Thank you, Elder!"
Ning Yu's voice was filled with obvious excitement; this assignment was an excellent one.
After all, it was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul. Dozens of disciples followed, and their soul power was basically in the thirties.
The assigned positions are either to stay in the sect or to be dispatched to major city merchant guilds.
However, compared to the past, these are all routine arrangements within the sect system.
"Next, Ning Liu."
The moment the name was uttered, the whispers in the hall fell silent for a moment.
Then, Ning Liu stepped out of the queue. He was a little thin, but his back was straight.
He walked step by step to the platform and placed his hand on the crystal ball.
A faint light appeared, dimmer than the previous ones.
The elder looked at the numbers displayed on the crystal ball, and his brow twitched almost imperceptibly.
Ning Liu, eighteen years old.
"Soul Power Level 29".
Level 29!
This number caused a moment of silence to fall over the hall once again.
However, after a brief silence, a burst of unrestrained laughter erupted.
"Pfft, level 29? It really is level 29!"
"Hahaha, as expected of the sect's once-in-a-millennium Two Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, he'll never be able to break through level 30 in his lifetime!"
"Getting stuck at the threshold of Soul Master is a huge joke."
"I thought he might have had some kind of extraordinary encounter these past few years, but it turns out he's still a good-for-nothing."
"Tsk tsk, what's the use of having soul power but a weak martial soul? You've utterly disgraced our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"
"I wonder which nook or cranny the sect will put him in. Maybe he'll be cleaning toilets? Haha!"
In an instant, all sorts of sarcastic and gloating voices were heard, without any attempt to conceal them.
Ning Liu stood still, her eyelids lowered, as if she hadn't heard.
However, his slightly clenched fists revealed that he was not at peace with himself.
On the high platform, Sect Master Ning Fengzhi looked down at Ning Liu, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
What a pity.
Ning Fengzhi sighed inwardly.
He remembered very clearly that Ning Liu's soul power had already reached level twenty-nine when he was thirteen years old.
Five years have passed, and his soul power has not improved in the slightest.
If his martial soul were the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, given his cultivation speed back then, he would probably already be a Soul Master, or even higher.
His own daughter, Ning Rongrong, was already exceptionally talented, but at the age of twelve, her soul power was only level twenty-six.
But... reality is just that cruel.
The Two Treasures Glazed Pagoda is extremely rare, even in the sect's records, and there has never been a precedent of a martial soul evolving again and breaking through to the Soul Master level!
The presiding elder looked at Ning Fengzhi with a questioning gaze.
Ning Fengzhi gently shook his head, indicating that the rules should be followed.
The elder understood, withdrew his gaze, cleared his throat, and spoke again, suppressing the noise in the hall.
"My disciple Ning Liu has some talent, but his martial spirit limits him, making him unsuitable for great use."
This assessment was practically a death sentence for Ning Liu's future within the sect.
"This decision was made after joint discussion between the sect's elders and the sect leader."
The elder paused, his gaze sweeping over Ning Liu.
"He is hereby appointed to travel to Soto City, which belongs to the Kingdom of Barak."
Soto?
Many disciples looked puzzled; it was just an obscure little town.
"Serving as the auction house manager of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's 'D' level auction house."
A "D" level auction house?!
As soon as the appointment was announced, a burst of barely suppressed laughter erupted in the square.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's businesses are spread across the continent, including shops and auction houses, but they are all divided into four levels, A, B, C, and D, based on their scale and importance.
Class D auction houses are typically located in small to medium-sized cities, and are small in scale and have limited resources.
Although he was called the owner, he was more like someone who had been assigned to look after an insignificant little shop.
This is almost equivalent to exile.
Ning Liu's face instantly turned pale, his lips pressed tightly together, and a trace of bitterness and resentment flashed in his eyes.
Soto City, Class D Auction House...
This was a far cry from his previous expectations.
Ning Liu took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in her heart, and slowly raised her head.
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