Chapter 47: Magical Talent

Tang Yi entered the magical talent testing area clutching the form. The examiner was an elderly man dressed in a worn but tidy wizard’s robe, a typical Westerner who exuded an air of antiquity. As the old man took the form and glanced at it, a fleeting glimmer of golden light flickered in his eyes—quickly gone, yet Tang Yi caught it. Smiling faintly, he said nothing, instead fixing his gaze steadily on the old man’s face.

“Young man, what are you staring at? Why don’t you get started with the test?” The old man noticed Tang Yi’s unblinking stare but showed no displeasure. This only made Tang Yi feel a bit embarrassed.

“Oh, right!” Tang Yi came to his senses and stepped forward to the testing apparatus. Seeing the magical testing device stirred a surprising flicker of emotion in his heart.

The equipment for testing magical talent was a large platform shaped like a trapezoid in an antique bronze hue, atop which sat a massive crystal orb. It resembled an enlarged version of Tang Yi’s own trapezoidal superpower device. The crystal ball was transparent, with a barely perceptible shimmering light flowing within.

“Ahem, Tang Yi, please place both your hands within the two palm prints before you,” the old man prompted when he saw Tang Yi hesitating.

“Alright!” Tang Yi responded, stepping up and pressing his palms onto the metallic palm prints on the slanting surface. As his hands touched the metal, he felt a slight suction in his palms; something inside him was being drawn by the testing platform. At the same time, the crystal orb began to change.

The magical talent test had two stages. This crystal orb measured the limit of the subject’s innate magical power output. To explain it simply: cultivating magic is like building a skyscraper. A person’s physique is the land on which the building stands. The size and quality of the land directly determine how large and tall the building can be. If the land is small and the soil loose, the building can never rise high. Forcing it would only lead to collapse.

The second stage used another trapezoidal device, but much longer, embedded with ten large crystal spheres. Each emitted a different color, representing various magical elements. When the subject was tested, the spheres would light up, revealing which magical element they were most attuned to. The brighter the sphere, the stronger the affinity, and cultivating magic aligned with this element would be far more effective.

At this moment, Tang Yi relaxed completely, not deliberately using any superpowers. He wanted to see what kind of physique he truly had. Unfortunately, due to his unique nature—possessing thousands of superpowers, all upgraded by himself—his body had reached an unparalleled state of perfection. Those so-called innate or spiritual physiques were negligible in comparison. To borrow a term from the cultivation world, Tang Yi’s physique was godlike, almost divine.

The old man, initially composed, grew increasingly astonished as the crystal orb’s colors shifted. His mouth widened in disbelief. The orb’s colors represented seven levels of magical talent: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple. But what happened next was beyond comprehension. The orb cycled from red to purple repeatedly, faster and faster, until it appeared as a dazzling rainbow sphere emitting blinding light. The old man, overwhelmed by the brilliance, tried to signal Tang Yi to stop the test.

But it was too late. With a sharp crack, the light vanished, replaced by a wisp of blue smoke—the crystal orb was utterly destroyed.

“Oh my God, Almighty, please forgive this ignorant youth who has broken such a precious crystal orb. Heaven above... no, dear Lord, Buddha have mercy! Praise this young and magnificent genius before me who has managed to ruin such a supreme crystal in a simple test! He is truly a prodigy, no—a divine talent! Thank the heavens that in my lifetime I have encountered such an extraordinary being. Tomorrow I shall burn many incense sticks in gratitude...” The old man babbled incoherently, staring at the smoking ruins.

“Heh, sorry about that. I accidentally broke your stuff again,” Tang Yi chuckled, amused by the old man’s frantic reaction.

“Oh my God, please don’t say that! Such geniuses must have such astonishing displays. Now, please proceed to the next test. Go ahead!” The old man looked at Tang Yi with a strangely tender and almost lecherous gaze, his tone dripping with admiration. Tang Yi shuddered at the creepy vibe, swiftly moved to the other testing platform, and without hesitation placed his palms on the prints.

Once again, the old man witnessed a miracle. He was intoxicated, thrilled, completely conquered by the young man named Tang Yi. Overcome with pride, he let out the loudest roar of his life:

“A born prodigy has been found by me! Hahaha...”