Infinite Regressor: SSS-Ranked Skill In Cultivation World!
Chapter 49: Luck and Not Lucky

"Upper Rank A?!" someone screamed, their voice cracking with disbelief.

"Impossible! That’s—that’s genius-level talent!"

"That’s the same as young master Zhao Gongzu?!"

The same disciples who had shuffled away from Shi Jing’s mediocre display now surged forward like a tide, their eyes blazing with excitement and newfound reverence.

This contrast was brutal in its clarity.

However, Ye Ming didn’t reacted as they expected, his indifference and coldness made them appreciate his aptitude even more.

Regardless, Ye Ming, who was an unknown outer disciple, has risen to fame in just a single gesture.

His reputation rivaled even that of Zhao Gongzu, the young master of the Zhao Family who held high expectation from esteen Zhao Yu Yan, a Dao Seed Realm powerhouse.

Seeing this, Zhao Gongzu shifted his hostility from Shi Jing to Ye Ming.

As for Xing Yue, she was slightly startled to witness two upper rank A aptitude in one competition.

This occasion is rare, perhaps, it hasn’t happened in hundreds year of time. Of course, this was only a slight surprise. She had no intention on vying for any of these young talents attention.

Meanwhile, Supreme Elder Tian Long swept his spiritual sense over Ye Ming to examined his state as well as cultivation.

At the same time, Ye Ming shuddered, feeling his body being observed, he turned his head toward the top of the viewing platform.

Tian Long didn’t hide his action and stare directly at the young’s man eyes. What he saw startled him.

’What a cold and lifeless gaze!’

For a second, Tian Long wasn’t sure if he was looking at a corpse, or a living person.

But just like Shi Jing who examined before, Tian Long could feel the life imprint from Ye Ming’s body.

This person must be living!

Not to mention, Tian Long cultivation was immensely more profound than Shi Jing. The details of his observation is on another level, any secrets would be revealed under his gaze.

At the same time, Tian Long eyes lit up upon catching a glimpse of Ye Ming’s true cultivation.

’Peak Qi-Refinement! He is hiding his cultivation!’

Seeing this, he immediately threw a glance at Shi Jing, before darting it back at Ye Ming.

These two youngster, both hiding their cultivation.

For a moment, he can’t help but wondered if these two shared any connection with one another.

After a little while, it quiet down. With Ye Ming finishing the last turn, the first round was concluded.

Everyone participant here is a Qi-Refinement cultivator, indicating that they have some sort of aptitude.

Thus no one failed. Even the lowest of low, at the Low Rank D aptitude would be granted a chance to stay at the manor. So the number of participant remained three hundred.

With the first round complete, Elder Wang began the second round.

He waved his arm to gesture his fellow Outer Elders near the edge of the arena platform.

Immediately, they all nodded and produce stacks of cultivation art manuals.

These stack of manuals were like dazzling blot of light as they float and hovered above the arena platform.

Seeing this, the three hundred participant can’t help but show a hint of greed.

Of course, they didn’t dare to snatch any under the watchful gaze of everyone. That was no different from courting death!

Meanwhile, Shi Jing was a little amused staring at the formidable stack of cultivation manual.

However, upon examining it using the system, he realized that most of it was upper mortal-grade, with some being low to mid earth-grade art.

Instantly, he lost interest.

After all, he is possession of two heaven-grade art, three including the ghostly concealment art, as well as the earth-grade body refinement art.

At the same time, this made him realized that technique and arts are rare, not easily accessible or obtained.

Looking back, he was fortunate to find such art manuals in the iron-clawed bear cave.

Besides Shi Jing, Zhao Gongzu also show an indifferent expression. He didn’t bother turning his head to look at the numerous arts floating above.

This made sense. The Zhao family foundation is similar to that of the Ming family, how could they be lacking in techniques and art?

Only people like Shi Jing, rogue cultivators who has no background would show any reaction.

At this moment, Elder Wang eyes flickered. The flow of manuals above stopped moving and started flying in a chaotic manner.

They were like shooting stars in the night sky with a target in mind.

Zhao Gongzu was among the first to be struck by a flying book. With a frowned, he turned his head to dodge while grabbing the book.

’The hell?’ He cursed inwardly.

If he hadn’t dodge in time, the book would have slapped his face.

He wasn’t the only one.

A series of slapping, flapping sound echoed across the arena platform, causing many from the spectator stand to giggle and laughed.

Among the three hundred contestant, half was able to carefully dodge the book’s path and not get slapped in the face.

Those other half could easily be distinguished from the crowd by the red streak across their pale, soft face.

Shi Jing happened to be the former. He was able to evade being slapped. Holding the book in his hand, he read the cover under his breath.

"Seven Constellation Slash!"

From the name alone, he guessed that this must be a sword art. Seeing this, he sighed a deep breath of relief.

Among all the weapon art in this world, sword art is the most familiar to him.

Shi Jing wasn’t the only one lucky. Ye Ming also managed to obtained a sword art suited to him.

At the same time, the people around them show varied reaction to their luck.

As the dust settled and the last of the flying manuals found their targets, a cacophony of reactions erupted across the arena platform.

Near the eastern edge, a burly disciple with calloused hands whooped with joy, clutching his manual tight against his chest.

"Ironback Mountain Fist! Blessing to the heavens, this is exactly what I needed!"

His excitement was infectious—he had been practicing basic fist techniques since childhood, and this earth-grade manual was like finding gold while searching for his lost coins!

In stark contrast, a heavily muscled young man stared at his manual with growing horror.

"Delicate Petal Dance... what kind of joke is this?!" His voice cracked slightly as he looked at the feminine movement art in his massive hands.

He was built like a mountain, trained in heavy weapons since birth, and now faced learning something that required the grace of a flower in the wind.

"No, no, no!" A female disciple with archer’s bracers shook her head frantically.

"Earthquake Splitting Axe Art? I can barely lift a normal axe, let alone master this!" Her slender frame trembled as she imagined trying to wield the massive weapons this technique demanded.

"Damn it, that should have been mine! Mine!"

He cursed when hearing her words.