Ancestral aura

While the sect leader was excited after seeing his new disciple, a voice rang out.

"Sect Leader, if I may speak, we don't even know where this person came from, and we don't even know if his bloodline is really useful. I think it's better to test it before deciding something so important." Said one of the elders.

"Yes, sect leader, we first need to confirm his talent, we will test him so that there is no doubt left." An elderly woman spoke to Jone.

"Alright, let's test your bone age and the quality of your Qi." The sect leader said that he had already decided to accept Jone as a disciple, regardless of the results.

It can be said that there are weaker bloodlines and absurdly strong bloodlines, but there has never been a completely useless one.

And the feeling he feels looking at those eyes is simply impossible to be a weak bloodline.

Soon the elders brought a sphere like the one he had seen at the entrance to the city, and the other thing was a strange silver plate.

"Zhang Jun, put your hand on the sphere, it will tell you your cultivation realm and the purity of your Qi."

"OK".

Jone placed his hand on the sphere and felt some energy entering his hand, heading towards his dantian, and then back into the sphere.

Soon, the sphere glowed with a white light that illuminated the entire hall.

The ancients looked at the sphere with emotion.

"Good, good, 1st Qi Foundation Realm, not very impressive for someone with a bloodline, but this purity of energy is extremely rare." Said one in surprise.

"Boy, now put your hand on that sign." The sect leader saw the result of Jone's cultivation and nodded, so he would now test his bone age.

Jone placed his hand on the plate and felt like a needle was going into his hand, but it was just a sensation as nothing physical came out of the plate.

"Fifteen years old, as we imagined, and far from reaching sixteen."

"Great, we have six mounth until the competition; until then, all the resources you need will be given, and you will live in the same place where the other direct disciples live; there, the energy of heaven and earth is great for you for six months". The leader of the sect spoke after seeing that the test had gone astray and had resolved the doubts of the ancients.

"Two days later, it will be announced that I have accepted a disciple and that Zhang Jun will be the fifth direct disciple of the Demon Horn Sect, making preparations." The sect leader spoke, looking at the elders.

At that moment, an elder, who seemed older than everyone in the room and who had not yet spoken before, spoke.

"Wait a minute, there's still the last thing we need to test." He said to smile gently.

Then he turned to Jone, looked into his eyes, saw those strange symbols in his eyes, and spoke.

"It seems like you still can't control your bloodline, this quarreling yet frightening and dignified aura is constantly coming out of your eyes."

"Actually, we noticed that too," other old-timers commented.

"I speculate that your bloodline has recently been awakened, release all the aura you can now, so we can see some of the bloodline." The oldest, elderly man spoke.

Jone was surprised by what this elder said and looked at the sect leader, who just nodded in agreement.

Jone then took a deep breath, he still had no idea what was going to happen, but for once, I tried to release this first aura fully since arriving in this world.

He closed his eyes slowly, then.

His eyes opened again, the atmosphere of the room changed instantly, his right eye quickly darkened like a terrifying abyss, and his left eye gave way to an indecipherable, dreamy light.

As his eyes fixed on him, the aura became stronger and stronger, and all the elders felt as if they were facing an ancient being that could destroy everything with just one look.

The aura was a manifestation of an energy they had never seen, but it was a frightening power they would never forget.

But the elders quickly smiled because, as frightening as this aura was, Jone was still too weak to do anything to some of them.

Jone after a while, began to feel tired, and his aura finally returned to the faint aura only in his eyes.

'We need to talk seriously about this,' the sect leader said telepathically to all the elders.