Check out my other novel. I Am a Necromancer in A Cultivation World Thrust into a world of cultivation and martial spirits. Dante is reborn as the son of the First Elder of his clan. Born with a weaker physique. Dante didn't plan on fighting against the world, but the sudden awakening of his martial spirit made him realize he could be much more than he ever imagined.....
Seeing as the first person's test went well, he was hopeful that his could also do the same.
but just as his thoughts were running wild, a cold voice interrupted
"Red, poor talent. Next!"
depressed the contestant moved to the side for the next person.
"Red!"
"Red!"
"Orange!"
The first person seemed I be an anomaly as after him, most of the contestants who went up only managed to get the colours red and orange. So only common or poor talents occurred up to that point.
just as Dante was thinking all this, suddenly a young man walked up to the Crystal ball and placed his hand on it and as he did a dazzling purple light flashed on it
"Purple light! "
"an excellent talent!"
gasps of admiration rang out from the crowd as they watched on
"Good! Who would have thought that I would to get an excellent talent in my batch this year? Seems like my luck is really on the turn for the better." Laughed the examiner