Gazing at the green-robed girl advancing slowly, the training ground fell into quiet. A steady stream of intense eyes locked onto her, unblinking. On the elevated platform, all the senior family members ceased their low conversations, their attention fully focused on the most brilliant gem of the Xiao family. Xiao Zhan and the three elders, though serious, also displayed a touch of curiosity—just as eager to know how the family's foremost young prodigy had progressed over the past year. Gazing at the four radiant golden characters etched upon the black stone tablet, the training ground fell into a brief silence, followed by a wave after wave of sharp inhalations, as if everyone had suddenly gone into a fit of wind. Every face remained frozen in that moment. On the training ground, the girl now surrounded by the crowd was momentarily dazzled by the brilliant golden characters etched on the black stone tablet—her vision blurred as she lowered her gaze to the graceful young woman standing before it. A sense of quiet disappointment stirred within her. At fifteen, she had become a one-star warrior; such a radiant achievement, she simply could not surpass. Shrugging his shoulders, Xiao Yan said with a teasing tone. Upon hearing this, Xun'er's face immediately fell, and she gave him a rather resentful glance. Pulling Xun'er down to sit on the ground once again, Xiao Yan rested his chin on his palm, idly watching the clan members continue to approach and undergo the tests. To reach the seventh stage of Battle Qi by the age of around fifteen generally required solid talent—only then was success likely. However, such talent was not common everywhere. Even with the strength and influence of the Xiao family, only about two or three out of every ten candidates managed to meet the requirements this time. As more and more candidates failed, the atmosphere on the training ground gradually grew more subdued. The ones who hadn't passed looked sorrowful, yet whenever another new recruit failed, a subtle sense of envy and satisfaction would briefly flicker across their faces. As for the final dozen spots, everyone was well aware—these ten or so were the weakest in the family. Without the need for fairness, it was quite possible that these dozen spots would simply be eliminated altogether. "Xiao Yan!" Below the black stele, the examiner called out the last name with a somewhat complex expression in his eyes. "Xiao Yan, it's your turn..." A delicate hand gently covered Xiao Yan's palm, and the young girl spoke softly. Lifting her head slightly, Xiao Yan opened his gently closed eyes, scanning the training field. The expressions of envy and relief from the others made him quietly chuckle. Standing up slowly, Xiao Yan turned his head, directing his gaze toward Xiao Zhan on the platform, who smiled gently. Seeing his son's warm smile, Xiao Zhan nodded in satisfaction, lifted his teacup, and leaned gently against the back of his chair. Taking a deep breath, Xiao Yan strode confidently toward the black stone stele, his radiant demeanor suddenly lifting and making the族 members who had intended to offer mocking remarks find themselves at a loss for words. Under the complex gazes of the crowd, Xiao Yan reached the base of the black stele. Gazing at the young man in the black robe, the examiner sighed softly. Back then, he had been the first to witness Xiao Yan's miraculous rise. Over the past three years, he had personally watched each of the prodigies fall. Should no miracle unfold today, this would likely be the final test this young man would conduct within the family. Amidst the tightly fixed gazes of the crowd, Xiao Yan's chest rose and fell steadily, and his hands gently extended, lightly pressing against the cool surface of the black stele. Now, every eye in the room remained fixed on the stele, fully aware that this test might very well mark the last one for the once-celebrated prodigy from Utan City. The stele grew slightly calm, then burst forth with a brilliant flash of light! On its surface, the massive golden characters caused the hearts of every person present to stop beating instantly. "Power of the Battle... Seven stages!"