The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 182 - 129: If Youth Is Not Reckless, It’s A Waste To Be Young (6000 words) _4

The boy expressed a longing, hoping fervently:

"These thirteen people are the absolute pride of Canghai Pavilion!"

"Only they can represent the highest achievement within the age range of sixteen to twenty-five!"

"The others, like the ’Rookie King’, even if he is known to everyone in the North Campus District, so what?"

"It’s just a previous achievement. It’s only when he surmounts even higher peaks and outshines all the heroes..."

"At that point, when we praise his fame in Blue Frog, no one will question it and he can truly stand firm."

"So that’s how it is, it seems the waters of the higher grades are deeper than we imagined..."

The sisters giggled and then asked again:

"I heard that the Freshman Competition will temporarily lift the restriction of isolation between the North and Southern Campus. Will the seniors come to watch the competition?"

"Over there." The boy pointed to the highest stand. "They have the best seats, right next to the mentor and referee seats."

"Through the ’Viewing Flower’, they can easily see every group match. Their view is very broad."

Finding the direction of the voice, Ye Hanjun glanced over.

In the middle of the circular stand, the chairs are not white, but the classic color of the Blue Frog Kingdom—lake blue.

The figures sitting on them were far from full.

But the momentum emitted by the dozens or hundreds of people could almost suppress the tens of thousands of people in the entire venue.

Next to them, there were also sporadic figures sitting.

Their dresses were peculiar and diverting in style.

But Ye Hanjun could see that these people were lively and confident from the inside out.

The few who were quiet and aloof seemed aloof and detached.

But the Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits next to them were each more fierce than the last.

——All of them were Rainbow Light Fetuses!

Their strength could compare to that of Assistants!

If they could reach the level of the ’Ten Talents’, standing at the peak of the second order, they could at the very least be on par with Bingji, the formal mentor of the Disabled Assistance Center!

"The North Campus is just the first round of the selection pool..."

"The real stage is ultimately at the Southern Campus, isn’t it?"

With a mysterious smile, Ye Hanjun retracted his gaze.

He did not go to the seat reserved for Assistants, but he did not stay too far away either.

He had specifically chosen a "first-class booth" where he could both hear the students’ chatting and the Assistants’ discussions and was patiently waiting for the start of the competition.

About half an hour later, another batch of mentors sat in the referee seats.

Some were amiable, some were dignified without anger. They were all old men with white hair and aged faces.

The middle-aged mentors who came and went, most of them would greet them voluntarily upon seeing them.

Ye Hanjun raised an eyebrow, he saw a familiar face—Jiang Yongnian.

Of course, this man was an ’Examiner’ of Level D.

Although old, being one of the main referees of a large-scale contest would still be a breeze for him.

Then, Ye Hanjun also saw Dong Xuan.

This old man who had lost his Contracted Spirit, the Rhinoceros Horned Crane, was like one foot in the grave, no longer the youthful, spirited appearance he once had.

He always had a warm smile on his face before, like a spring breeze gently brushing against the students.

Now, those smiles had all disappeared.

Even though the people sitting next to him were old friends who had known each other for decades, he still seemed a little lonely.

Casually responding to those caring for him, his gaze was sweeping up and down the venue, as if checking for security risks.

In just a few seconds, Dong Xuan sensed someone staring at him, his dim and dull eyes meeting Ye Hanjun’s from afar.

Upon hearing a slight exclamation, his brow relaxed slightly, and a faint smile finally emerged on his face weathered by the years.

"Eh, Old Man Tong, what are you looking at?"

An old man with a wine-nosed face patted his shoulder and asked carelessly.

"Nothing."

Dong Xuan retracted his gaze, a faint smile still reflected on his face.

"Hey, we brothers have nothing to hide from each other, we have been brothers for a lifetime. Tell me! What were you just looking at!" The wine-nosed man was not giving up.

"I was looking at... a Son of Heaven hidden in the crowd?"

Pondering, Dong Xuan said slowly.

"Who is that?"

The wine-nosed man who was picking his nose and had no image to speak of was rather displeased:

"Is there a powerful student hiding in the audience, not wanting to participate in the competition?"

"This is not acceptable. That would mean he is playing it safe at such a young age? What’s the point of being a young man if he is not reckless!"