Fantasy: Empress Wife, Cute Kids Cause Havoc in Jiuzhou-Chapter 240 - 238: A Three-Year-Old Thunder Element Martial Venerate? Disciples of Thunder Sect Were Frightened into Kneeling
The testing square at the foot of Heavenly Thunder Mountain was filled with countless cultivators lining up with their children, waiting for the tests.
As one of the two Holy Lands in Thunder State, the Thunder Sect, with two Martial Emperors in residence, was a cultivation Holy Land that countless cultivators dreamt of.
These children were all over the age of six but under ten; too young, and their talent might not have awakened yet, too old, and the talents that had awakened were mostly mediocre.
"Blue Thunder, medium talent, may enter the sect."
A disciple of the Thunder Sect, looking at the faint blue light twinkling on the crystal ball, nodded slightly and declared loudly.
The Thunder Sect only recruited disciples with decent Thunder Element talents, and the talent test was exclusively for Thunder Element abilities. However, within the Thunder Element, there were different categories, such as Purple Thunder, Blue Thunder, Golden Thunder, Green Thunder, Black Thunder, among others.
"I can enter the Holy Land now." The child, around seven years old, became so excited upon hearing this that he started jumping for joy.
And that testing crystal ball, with the child’s hands leaving it, returned to its original crystal-clear state.
"Sister, that ball looks fun."
Purple-haired Chu Chen, standing in line amidst the crowd, gazed at the crystal ball with his round eyes twinkling with excitement.
"Let’s take it later and test the younger brothers and sisters in the village too," the purple-haired Chu Xin nodded her little head and whispered.
Unfortunately, the next dozen or so children either lacked Thunder Element talent or only possessed lower-grade Thunder Element talent, falling short of the requirements to enter the Thunder Sect.
The Thunder Sect disciple, shaking his head repeatedly in disappointment, called out listlessly: "Next."
As a disciple responsible for the tests, he would be rewarded for discovering disciples with exceptional talent.
But today, half the time had already passed, and they had only recruited a few new disciples who barely qualified to join the Thunder Sect, which did little to energize him.
"Sister, it’s my turn."
Seeing no one ahead, Chu Chen leaped forward, landing in front of the crystal ball.
"You, how old are you?"
The Thunder Sect disciple looked skeptically at the chubby-cheeked boy in front of him, with big eyes and two little buns on his head, and asked.
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No matter how he looked at him, he definitely didn’t appear to be six years old.
"I’m three years old," Chu Chen declared, speaking in a childlike tone. After saying this, he realized something was off, counting on his chubby fingers, and then corrected himself, "Not right, I’m almost three and a half."
"Three and a half?"
The Thunder Sect disciple was speechless for a moment and waved his hand, saying, "Thunder Sect only recruits disciples between the ages of six and ten. You’re too young; go back."
Chu Chen’s big round eyes widened, and he said indignantly, "Are you looking down on me?"
The Thunder Sect disciple, not wanting to waste time on this youngster, glanced impatiently below the testing platform and asked, "Whose child is this? Take him back quickly, and come again in three years."
The cultivators below the platform looked at each other, but no one stepped forward to claim the child.
The Thunder Sect disciple’s brow furrowed, and he said in a stern voice, "If you continue to cause trouble, your right to be tested will be permanently revoked, and you will never have the chance to join our Thunder Sect again."
Yet, still, no one came forward.
Chu Chen scratched at his bunned hair and said in his childlike voice, "Uncle, my daddy and mommy didn’t come."
"They didn’t come?"
The Thunder Sect disciple paused, then asked, "Then who did you come with?"
Chu Chen blinked his large round eyes and answered, "I came with my sister."
"Then have your sister come up and take you back, and come again in three years. We only recruit disciples between the ages of six and under ten," the Thunder Sect disciple said.
"That won’t do."
Chu Chen shook his head and said, "My sister also wants to take the test."
The Thunder Sect disciple was taken aback and instinctively asked, "How old is your sister?"
Chu Chen thought for a moment and said, "I remember my father said my sister is just a few breaths older than me."
A few breaths?
Is that really how people describe it?
The cultivators couldn’t help but laugh and cry at his remark.
"Silly little brother, it’s not ’a few breaths,’ it’s ’a few moments of time,’"
Chu Xin leaped to Chu Chen’s side in a single bound, and with her snow-white little hand, she lightly knocked on his forehead as she chastised him, "I told you to study properly, but you just wouldn’t listen. Now do you see how embarrassing you’ve made yourself?"
Chu Chen rubbed his forehead, his chubby little face showing a hint of embarrassment as he muttered softly, "It’s pretty much the same thing."
"It’s very different."
With her hands on her hips, Chu Xin lectured seriously, "A few moments signifies someone of culture. A few breaths sounds like an uncultured bumpkin. Daddy said we should be cultured, well-mannered children."
Cultured people? Uncultured bumpkins?
The cultivators found the scene of the sister lecturing her brother quite amusing.
The Thunder Sect disciple couldn’t help but frown, glancing over the cultivators below the testing stage. Not spotting anyone out of the ordinary, could these two brats really have come on their own?
After some thought, he said, "I’ve made myself clear, you two are too young, not within the age range we recruit. Please go back home."
"We can’t do that."
Chu Xin shook her little head earnestly and said, "If we just go back like this, Dad will spank our butts into mush."
She wasn’t lying; if they couldn’t make it to Central State and save their mother, returning home would indeed result in a spanking from their father.
However, the cultivators assumed that their father would spank them because they couldn’t get into Thunder Sect, silently cursing the children’s father from head to toe.
Thunder Sect is one of the two major Holy Lands in Thunder State. Is it that easy to enter? Could it be his hopes had been refused by Thunder Sect before, and now he was pinning all his hopes on his two children?
The Thunder Sect disciple rubbed his forehead, speaking in an exhausted voice, "Unless you have already cultivated Thunder Power, I will not test your talents."
"Thunder Power? Are you talking about this?"
Chu Xin extended her snow-white little hand, and purple sparks flickered among her fingers. In an instant, they coalesced into a purple Thunderball, its enormous Suppression bursting forth, causing all the cultivators present to tremble in awe.
"Such frightening Suppression. That purple Thunderball must have reached Martial Venerate Level Attack Power, right?"
"It’s unbelievable. She’s only three and a half years old, and she’s already reached the Martial Venerate Level of the Thunder Element?"
The cultivators all buzzed in astonishment.
The Thunder Sect disciple, being closest, nearly collapsed to the ground under the intense Suppression, his face filled with horror.
Martial Venerate?
A three-and-a-half-year-old Martial Venerate, this was terrifying.
To think he was only a Martial King now.
"I have it too."
With a giggle, Chu Chen also stretched out his plump little hand, forming a purple Thunderball of the same size.
The powerful Suppression blossomed once again, with two martial Venerate Level forces combining to press the Thunder Sect disciple to his knees. He struggled to stand, summoning all his strength, but he was unable to move, his face turning beet red instead.
Chu Chen tugged at Chu Xin’s sleeve, leaned in, and whispered into her ear, "Sis, why is he kneeling to us?"
Chu Xin blinked her round eyes, looked at the purple Thunderball in her hand, then at the kneeling Thunder Sect disciple, and said uncertainly, "Maybe we went a little too hard?"
"Ah?"
Chu Chen glanced at the purple Thunderball in his hand and then back at the disciple, scratching his bun as he muttered, "Then he must be really weak."
Pfft!
Under the weight of the physical pressure and the blow to his spirit, the Thunder Sect disciple spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.
