Mechanical God Emperor

“14 years old, superior level-6 soul aptitude, qualified!”

The soul aptitude of most of the youngsters was basically between level-4 and level-5. Suddenly, a somewhat excited voice sounded, and the gazes focused on a blonde and blue-eyed beautiful girl with a fiery figure.

Excited, the level-1 Warlock in front of the blonde and blue-eyed girl looked at her as if she was a treasure.

His expression gentle, the level-1 Warlock looking like he was 35 or 36 years old handed the girl a slip of paper and uttered gently: “I’m Nice, an official level-1 Warlock of the Warlock College Antalya. If you want to become my personal disciple, please contact me. Here are my contact details.”

All the students looked at the beautiful girl with eyes brimming with envy.

Nice previously gave the other students the cold shoulder, yet now he handed that girl an olive branch, which showed that he was extremely optimistic about her future prospects.

With superior level-6 soul aptitude, if nothing unexpected happened, and there was an abundance of resources, promoting to a level-1 Warlock was basically a cinch. Only when breaking through to a level-2 Warlock, would a bottle neck and the possibility of failure arise. Naturally, such a student made Nice very moved.

Even for an Apprentice Warlock who wasn’t an ordinary student, to be able to receive pointers from an official level-1 Warlock was an opportunity for which they yearned even in their dreams. It could spare them a lot of detours as well as gain them large amounts of resources.

The beautiful girl bowed towards Nice in salute and tactfully declined: “Many thanks for your care, Sir Nice, I’ll consider it!”

Nice swept the girl with a somewhat regretful a glance, then his gaze fell on the rest of the youngsters, and he regained his indifference: “Next!”

The youngsters continued to step forward, and have their aptitudes tested.

Yang Feng has discovered that the majority of the youngsters had level-4 soul aptitude, and only a few of them had level-5 soul aptitude. As for level-6 soul aptitude, there was only that beautiful girl.

After more than 1,000 youngsters went through the examination, suddenly there was a slight uproar. The test of a 14 year old lesser aristocratic youngster showed a reading of inferior level-6 soul aptitude. This lesser aristocratic youngster directly chose to become a personal disciple of the official Warlock.

The majority of the youngsters that chose to join the Warlock College Antalya were eager to become personal disciples of the official Warlocks. Only those who possessed a formidable background, and have selected a talented teacher in advance, would choose to tactfully decline an official Warlock’s recruitment.

After yet another several hundred youngsters went through their examinations, it was finally Yang Feng’s turn.

In front of him was a male Warlock approximately 36 or 37 years old. He gave Yang Feng a glance, and then creased his eyebrows and said: “The Warlock College Antalya only enrolls students under the age of 16! You’re too old, leave!

“I am the Steel Lord’s nephew, Yang Feng! This is my enrollment certificate!” In a calm and collected manner, Yang Feng fished out a badge that emitted faint fluctuations of magic and handed it to the Warlock.

After he carefully examined the badge, the Warlock creased his eyebrows slightly and spoke apathetically: “Place your hand on the crystal.”

Yang Feng placed his hand on the crystal.

After a few moments, the crystal released weak dull gray light.

“25 years old, inferior level-1 soul aptitude, qualified!” The Warlock looked at the crystal and said practically through greeted teeth.

Inferior level-1 soul aptitude was the worst possible aptitude, it couldn’t even compare to that of a lot of peasants. Only some premature infants, good-for-nothings who depleted their body’s potential through whoring and drinking, or those who sustained injuries while in the womb would have such a terrible soul aptitude.

“Inferior level-1 soul aptitude! How can such a person qualify?”

“How can one qualify with such an aptitude?”

“Inferior level 1 soul aptitude, this is the worst soul aptitude I have ever seen! My family’s grooms might have a better soul aptitude than him!”

“…”

Discussions echoed as everyone questioned the legitimacy of Yang Feng’s admission qualifications.

The Warlock College Antalya was one of the Six Major Forces on Turandot Subcontinent. Those who wish to enter the Warlock College Antalya to study were as common as clouds. However, less than a 1,000 people could enter the Warlock College Antalya to cultivate and tread the Warlock path every year.

The test of soul aptitude was only the first step, there was still a second screening. The students with level-5 soul aptitude or higher could stay in the Warlock College Antalya. As for students with level-4 soul aptitude, they still needed to be screened and weeded out.

If sold on the black market, a slot in the Warlock College Antalya could go for 1,000 gold coins, and a lot of greater aristocrats would be willing to pay the price.

With his inferior level-1 soul aptitude, Yang Feng’s admittance into the Warlock College Antalya naturally attracted jealousy and resentment from countless people.

As a large number of youngsters denounced him, Yang Feng thickened his face and pretended that he didn’t hear anything.

The official Warlock teachers also didn’t have a favorable impression of him. Looking coldly from the sidelines, they let the youngsters condemn Yang Feng.

A handsome, brawny, and blonde and blue-eyed boy ridiculed viciously: “These eastern yellow monkeys have no sense shame! To dare come to the Warlock College Antalya with inferior level-1 soul aptitude. I suggest that we apprehend them, stuff them into a cage, and feed them bananas, and then throw them out!”

Listening to those malicious words, Yang Feng creased his eyebrows, and then turned and looked in the direction of the boy.

He saw the blonde and blue-eyed boy and several other youngsters with extraordinary temperament standing beside the girl with the superior level-6 soul aptitude in a small group. With cold and derisive expressions, the youngsters in the small group looked at Yang Feng with eyes full of undisguised contempt and malice.

The memories of a lot of people were stored in 3796’s database. After browsing through those memories, Yang Feng had now a considerable understanding regarding the Turandot Subcontinent’s local customs and practices.

The Turandot Subcontinent’s society was predominantly composed of Caucasians. In addition to Caucasians, there were also many Asians from the continent’s Eastern World wandering about.

On the Turandot Subcontinent, a lot of Caucasians discriminated against Asians, thinking that the Asians have come to steal their jobs, achievements, land, and opportunities to become Warlocks.

At the time, Zhao Jiang’s ancestor had enough achievements to be conferred the title of viscount by the Fernandro Principality. However, under the pressure of the other aristocrats, he could barely be bestowed the title of baron. Furthermore, he was banished to the remote Autumn Leaf Village.

It was very difficult for Asians to integrate into the mainstream society. To fully integrated into the Turandot Subcontinent’s mainstream society, it may require several, or even a dozen generations’s worth of great effort.