Shen Qian had no idea what kind of design he should give his throne.
After thinking about it for a while, Chen Qian quickly created a replica of the throne of a big boss in a game based on his memory, with some minor modifications.
"How is it?" Looking at the completed throne, Shen Qian asked Wan Ning with a smile.
"Very good, it has depth." Wan Ning praised generously.
Although he didn't know if the other person was being sincere, he was still quite satisfied with what he said.
At first glance, it appears as a throne with a deep blue base inlaid with flowing silver lines and countless irregular protrusions along its edges. Upon closer inspection, one can see that the deep blue base is actually made up of various weapons, and the protrusions are the edges and corners of the weapons, or perhaps the murmurs of the defeated being suppressed.
The throne took shape, and Chen Qian turned around and sat down directly.
The cool sensation was fleeting, and the hall before them changed once more.
Wan Ning's figure disappeared, and specks of light shone from part of the throne on the steps, as countless tangible gazes looked over.
The strangest thing is that these people whose faces are not visible all have a number above their heads, giving them an overwhelming sense of déjà vu, like NPCs in an online game.
"Huh, a newcomer?" A clear voice rang out. Number 9 spoke, and for a moment, Chen Qian couldn't tell whether the other person was male or female.
"That's rare, is this the fourth one this year?" Another deep male voice chuckled. It was "66" sitting in the other direction. "Are the quality of this year's new recruits this high?"
Inside the main hall, thrones were lit up one after another, all in response to the news of the newcomer's arrival.
"New couple, post photos!"
"Yes, quickly introduce yourself. What's your name? Where are you from? Are you male or female? Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?"
"It must be said, this is the rule for joining the company!"
"Quickly call her 'sister'!"
A jumble of noises erupted, and Shen Qian couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.
Is this really a gathering place for unparalleled geniuses?
For some reason... it feels quite familiar.
"Hello everyone, I'm number 98, from the Southwest..."
Shen Qian suddenly couldn't continue speaking; something about what he said seemed off.
98 is the default number before the sinking, just as Wan Ning called himself the 98th attendant. As for whether this 98 represents the current number of people in the Hall of Hundred Kings or the historical number, it is unknown.
The previous estimate was more likely to be the current number of people.
Two hundred years, at a rate of one person joining the society per year, there would be at least two hundred people.
At this moment, the number of "active online users" on the throne in the main hall was less than thirty.
"Looks like Number 98 is smart enough; we couldn't get any information out of him!"
"I still prefer the simple number 97."
"Hahaha……"
A burst of laughter erupted inside the hall.
"Dear brothers and sisters, I was wrong. Can we please forget about this joke?"
A helpless voice rang out, coming from a throne emitting a green light not far from Shen Qian...
Goodness, I couldn't help but glance at him before sinking in; there are actually people who like green.
"Okay, Ke Yi, we've already forgotten who you are!"
Number 9 said very seriously.
"Yes, Zhao Keyi from Guangcheng. I have absolutely no recollection of where you're from!"
"I don't remember that you are 175 cm tall and weigh 71 kg."
"And we had no idea you were still a virgin."
Several voices rang out in succession, followed by another burst of laughter.
Shen Qian couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that this No. 97 was a newcomer who had joined the company not long ago, and he had been tricked as soon as he entered. His true colors had been exposed, making him a player with his cards on the table.
But... why does the name Zhao Keyi sound so familiar?
Shen Qian quickly realized that this seemed to be one of his opponents in the practical exam!
"If I keep talking like this, I'm really going to shut up. Today is supposed to be a welcome party for number 98, so let's not go off-topic."
Number 97 coughed and said to Chen Qian, "To be honest, they're not exactly lying to you. New members have to reveal something: their name, cultivation level, or city. You can choose!"
Shen Qian was taken aback. Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he thought for a moment and decided that, from the perspective of fitting in, regardless of whether there was really such a rule, Shen Qian still had to cooperate.
"Let me state this beforehand, there can be no falsification!" Number 9 spoke up again.
"My cultivation level is the first stage of the initial martial artist realm," Shen Qian said.
Both names and cities carry the risk of being exposed, so before sinking, one naturally chooses a cultivation level that is insignificant.
However, after Shen Qian finished speaking, an eerie silence fell over the hall.
"Even a beginner martial artist at the first stage... can enter the Hall of Hundred Kings?"
It was number 97 who came to his senses first and exclaimed in disbelief.
"Number 98, are you still a child?"
"No, no, before the age of 14, the meridians are not yet fully developed and cannot bear the vital energy. This is an innate limitation of our human race, and no one can do anything about it. Therefore, No. 98's age must be between 14 and 20 years old!"
"Hiss, that's a bit terrifying..."
Hearing everyone's comments, Shen Qian quickly realized his mistake and secretly thought he had made a mistake.
He immediately overlooked the fact that although the age limit for joining the Hundred Kings Hall is under twenty, what kind of people are those who can appear in this hall? How could there be any weaklings?
Breaking through to the first stage of the initial martial arts realm before the age of twenty would be considered a top-tier genius in the outside world, capable of choosing any of the four major martial arts schools, but here it seems somewhat out of place.
But if he said he was only 14 years old, he wouldn't pretend to be young. If he said he was too old, he couldn't explain how the Hundred Kings Palace could have noticed him with such "minor cultivation" at such a young age.
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