The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

The atmosphere in the room became much heavier in the wake of Xavier's previous words. The other geniuses, including Xyr and the rest of Bloodfang Kingdom martial masters, had taunt expressions, uncertainty colouring their eyes.

They were indeed the cream of the crop amongst the Naran Continent's younger generation, but the ones they were up against now were also elites in their respective continents.

In fact, their competitors would likely even include those who are from Shiyan Continent.

Xavier had explained earlier that among all the continents they are in contact with, Shiyan Continent is full of geniuses.

The selected men listened to every word of Xavier, despite the fact that Spirit Devouring Mountain resides in Naran Continent, he is brazenly praising other continents.

They had left the Bloodfang Kingdom for what they viewed in their hearts as the holy land of martial prowess, their families and clans placing all their hopes upon them.

If they failed to become formal disciples, it would be a huge blow to their confidence. They won't be able to face their King and Prince, who did so much for them.

Xavier swept a look at the group but did not say anything to console them. The Spirit Devouring Mountain's standards were exceedingly strict, and not just anyone could become a formal disciple. They are also called savages by other sects.

In between, there were naturally those who ended up laughing, and those who ended up in tears.

"When you guys reach the Spirit Devouring Mountain, all of the new disciples will be divided into categories; first class disciples, second class disciples and third class disciples."

"Is there a difference?" Asked Theor Galearms.

"Of course, there's a difference." Xavier chuckled. "First class disciples will not only be given their own personal hut but even have a Spiritual Rune boundary inscribed in the area, making the spiritual energy more abundant and concentrated, far surpassing the huts of the other disciples. Staying in such a place will naturally bring many benefits.

In addition, first class disciples will be granted a bag of Spiritual Food by the sect every week. Daily consumption will temper the body and speed up martial prowess. Of course, the other cultivation resources for first class disciples will also exceed the ordinary disciples."

"Spiritual Food?!"

Cen Zutton could not help but cry out when he heard these two words as his breathing began to intensify.

One must know that Spiritual Food is very rare, it consists of the meat of Martial Animals and some specific vegetables and fruits which are grown in highly spiritual energy concentrated areas.

Ezra, on the other hand, was completely calm, he has been eating Spiritual Food for 5 years during his training.

Though his talent and hard work were the main factors that contributed to his rapid progress in a short two years, the external factors such as cultivation resources could not be neglected.

Hence why he was not taken aback when he heard that one could consume Spiritual Food as daily meals in the Spirit Devouring Mountain.

The rest were truly unable to imagine how insanely beneficial long-term consumption of Spiritual Food would be.

Xavier was all smiles as he looked towards the group, his gaze ultimately pausing on Ezra's handsome face. "However, I'm afraid that the only one amongst you guys that can be rated as a first class disciple is Ezra Zephyr."

Although the prince of Bloodfang had not revealed his Martial Spirit, Xavier could sense that the strength of his Soul had likely reached a high level.

"As for you five." Xavier turned towards Xyr, Zulfi Dimitry, Shifa Pista, Argus Woska and Theor Galearm "Based on your martial prowess in Spirity Bailiwick and spirit grade, I'm sure that you will make it to 2nd class disciple.

As for the rest, they will be 3rd class at most withal some failing.

That's why all of you should not have the mindset that you will be able to smoothly enter the Spirit Devouring Mountain just because you were selected by me. If you slack off on your training and end up being eliminated, there will be no one to blame but yourselves.

Remember to be ruthless and greedy, your hunger will make you grow. Once you officially join a peak to become the outer disciple, you will find yourself in a wild with various ferocious beasts eying your resources."

Xavier's warning made the hearts of the numerous geniuses shiver. They knew that they had been taking it too easy recently, and had even slacked off on their prowess. No one dared to tarry, immediately acknowledging one after another.

<Next Day>

A bright moon hung high in the sky.

A giant boat smoothly shot past. Several figures were silently seated around a circular tablet near the front of the boat. They were Farrie Holaleth, Akkar Boldheart, John Stark, and even Leomord Tigerian, Xyr plus some top members of Bloodfang.

Farrie Holaleth wanted to have a gathering before they split up. To their surprise, all geniuses of Naran Continent had joined in.

All of them clearly understood that no matter how famous they previously were on the sovereign side of the Naran Continent, the halo they used to have would now fade upon reaching the sects.

Their future paths would have to be forged by themselves. No one knew whether or not they will once again ascend the peak or return to mediocrity.

The two girls talked and laughed at one side, while Ezra raised his cup and smiled at John Stark. "I've been wanting to thank you for some time. If not for your help on the selection, those envoys would have likely taken more efforts to eradicate me."

John Stark looked at him as he too raised a cup and emptied it, before his voice sounded, "It was because you gave me something special as well.

If you want to thank me, let me use you to polish my sword if there comes a chance in future."

Ezra Zephyr grinned and said in a carefree manner, "I'll accompany you any time."