Paradise of Demonic Gods

Chapter 196 Late Arrival and Gathering

Not long after shouting out, the young lady looked at Fang Xingjian in disbelief. She waved her hand before Fang Xingjian’s eyes for a while and suddenly asked, “What color are the clothes I’m wearing today?”

Fang Xingjian’s Heaven’s Perception had an ether synchronization rate of 10%, which meant that it could transmit him the basic 10% worth of information. This information was mostly related to vision and hearing, and allowed one to have a clearer perception. Of course, it also allowed him to see the situation within a ten meter radius very clearly.

As for the things beyond ten meters, Fang Xingjian did as before, and sensed them through the wind and sounds, just as he did in the past.

He nonchalantly answered, “Blue-colored short-sleeved uniform and blue pants.”

The young lady was surprised for a moment, then she waved her hand before Fang Xingjian once again. “Are you really blind?” Suddenly, she thought of how if Fang Xingjian had really stepped into the realm of Heaven’s Perception, he would be able to clearly sense what she was doing. She immediately stuck out her tongue and said, “Please wait for a moment. I’ll go ask my leader.”

With that, she ran off mumbling to herself, “Heaven’s Perception, to think that this year we have a Knight who has already attained Heaven’s Perception. And he’s of such a young age!”

Hearing the young lady’s voice, the colleagues in the area all turned to look at Fang Xingjian with surprise and curiosity.

Not long later, sounds of footsteps rang out and a fat man whose head was covered in perspiration came over. When he saw Fang Xingjian, he shouted, “You said that you’ve attained Heaven’s Perception?”

Fang Xingjian could clearly sense that although the man seemed to be very ordinary, his strong muscles and powerful heart all proved that he was very strong. This fat man was a first transition Knight.

The young lady followed behind the fat man and shouted, “It’s him! It’s him!”

The fat man put his hands behind his back and asked, “How many fingers did I put up?”

Fang Xingjian could sense very clearly that the other party had put his fingers to signal eleven. He said calmly, “Eleven.”

“It’s really Heaven’s Perception.” The fat man was still slightly stunned. He looked at Fang Xingjian in surprise and asked, “How old are you? Which academy are you from? Why have you come for the registration so late?”

“Seventeen year old, Kirst Royal Academy. My name is Fang Xingjian.”

“Oh~ So you’re that Fang Xingjian who transitioned into a Windstorm Sword Hero and killed a level 20 Garcia Destined Warrior despite being at first transition. It’s a pity that you’ve gone blind.”

Fang Xingjian had not expected that the other party had heard of him.

The fat man continued, “My name is Valen, and I’m the person in charge of handling the registration issues for the Regional Selection this year. Sigh… Why did you come for the registration only now? You’re late. You’ve really been too careless,” he said with great distress. “There’s no way to participate in the Regional Selection when you’re late for the registration. At the very least, I don’t have the rights to approve it.

“Sigh, and the Hundred Blossom Banquet, where the details of the competition will be announced, will be held tonight. You definitely won’t be able register through me.

“How about this. You can follow me to meet Governor Devitt. He’s in-charge of all the Knights in the Great Western Region, as well as the selection and examination of the Conferred Knights. He’s the only one who can authorize your participation now.” Saying that, his eyes were filled with pity and anxiety, as if he was even more anxious than Fang Xingjian himself.

“Where is the Governor?” Fang Xingjian asked.

The fat man Valen replied, “Today, the Governor’s wife will be holding the Hundred Blossom Banquet, inviting the various talents from the twelve Prefectural Academies. Both the Governor and his wife will definitely be at their residence now. Come, come, come, we’ll go look for them.”

While speaking, the fat man Valen had already started tugging Fang Xingjian, and headed out.

…

In the east of Great Western City, in a huge manor, the garden was brilliantly lighted up, and there was huge traffic at the entrance. There were beautifully dressed up young aristocratic ladies, handsome young aristocratic men, as well as some Knights whose faces were either gleaming, or who had tall, muscular or lean physiques.

This was the day when the Governor’s wife, Madam Hathaway, was holding the Hundred Blossom Banquet. It was the banquet where the talents participating in the Regional Selection would be gathered before the selection itself.

“Look, that person is Lord Dren from the Regional Secretariat Department.”

“Look over there! It’s Lord Feng Erlun from the Regional Ministry of Finance!”

A young lady then pointed to a young man who had just got off the horse carriage and was covered with a black robe, which only revealed a single eye and said, “Look! That’s Southern Mountain Academy’s Anderson!”

“He is THAT Anderson? The first person in the Empire who transitioned into the first transition job Shadow Death God?”

“That’s right. Who would have thought that the Southern Mountain Academy would keep him hidden for so long? Shadow Death God… That’s something only someone from the previous empire has succeeded in. If not for the temptation of this Regional Selection being simply too great, they would probably have continued to keep him hidden, and would have only let Anderson come out after he’s completely prepared.”

“He’s almost ready with his preparations. I heard that Anderson has been in the first transition for five years now. When facing Knights, he’s never had to make a second attack. He’s the hot favorite for the champion title this time around.”

The young man, Anderson, seemed to have heard what they were saying, and coldly glared at them. The few chattering people suddenly felt shivers running through their bodies, as if they had been submerged in ice.

“Awesome, it’s really awesome! Is this the power of a Shadow Death God?”

“To think that I can’t move with just a single glare from him.”

The few ladies looked on as Anderson left and continued chattering thereafter. The next moment, another din occurred. It seemed that another important character had appeared.

Countless petals suddenly fell from the air, as if it were raining flowers. Amidst the fragrance, the crowd dispersed as a young man with an unbelievably exquisite-looking face and figure stepped on the petals as he gradually approached. He was wearing white top and pants, as if he were a god who had descended from the heavens.

“So… So handsome!”

Another aristocratic young lady next to the other shouted out, “That must be the Astral Ancestor’s third generation disciple, Hoult! I heard that he will also be participating in this Regional Selection.”

A Divine level expert’s third generation disciple. In other words, he was the disciple of the Astral Ancestor’s disciple. It was a dazzling status to have.

And the name of this Divine level expert was also very interesting. Astral Ancestor. Everyone knew that there were no stars in the Miracle World. However, those from clans with an established history would know that very, very long ago, there had been stars in the Miracle World. No one knew why they had suddenly disappeared.

Therefore, the name Astral Ancestor held a certain ancient charm to it. It represented a legacy from very, very long ago.

The present aristocratic ladies all looked toward Hoult, as if they were wolves who had found their prey.

From the crowds, Kirst Royal Academy’s Rota mumbled, “Rumor has it that all the disciples under the Astral Ancestor must be either handsome guys or pretty ladies. Those whose appearances or figures have gone out of shape supposedly need to be chased out. Seems that it’s the truth.”

Manny, who was next to her, laughed and said, “Is that true? To think that there’s such a rule…”

Ralph and Hamil also turned around, as if it was the first time they had heard such gossip.

However, the Deputy Headmaster who led them here immediately reprimanded them, “Shut up. This is Great Western City, not a small place like Kirst. You must be aware of your image and not go off spouting rubbish, ruining Kirst’s image.”

He glared at the few of them, then frowned, “This time around the Regional Selection is stock full of hidden talents. To think that there are all kinds of powerful characters showing their face here!”

Just then, from the entrance’s direction, another din broke out. Everyone gathered there in waves.

“What happened?”

“What is going on?”

Edger asked someone next to him to find out what was going on. A Knight replied with excitement, “It’s Master Yuelun! Lord Holy Orison’s chief disciple Master Yuelun is here!”

Amidst Edger’s and other people’s astonished gazes, an amiable looking middle-aged man wearing a white gown, slowly walked out. He looked like one of those priests in the church..

Concurrently, in the direction of the manor’s hall, a silhouette quickly flew past. Governor Devitt had appeared to greet him in person.

Many long spatial gaps had suddenly been squeezed out and were now left behind him in the air. Governor Devitt had flashed and appeared before Yuelun, giving him a hug as he laughed.

“Old pal, why have you come as well? Are you thinking of participating in the Regional Selection again?” Devitt joked. But he knew well that it was impossible for this expert at the peak of second transition level 29 to be participating in the Regional Selection.

The reason he had come out to receive him was naturally not because of his status, but because the other party represented the Holy Orison, and the authority of a Divine level expert.

“Lord Devitt is as strong as ever,” Yuelun softly said, with a smile. “As for me, I’m only here to look for someone.”