C9

Chapter 9 - ethnic ratio

Beiming Lan Yue knew about the ethnic ratio, every five years the family held a ethnic ratio, and the age of the participants was set to be under fifteen. If they could enter the top ten, they would receive rewards, and if they could obtain the top thirty, they would become one of the core members of the family.

The Beiming family had a huge population, which was why even though ethnic ratio's age limit was below fifteen, it was still a very large number of people. It was obvious that even those who could enter the top thirty were all extremely talented.

Every large clan of the Caledonian dynasty acted the same as the Beiming family, holding their competition every five years. The age of the participants was still set to be up to fifteen years, and even the royal family would conduct their competition.

And the reason why the ethnic ratio was held was because it tested the future hope of the clan. More importantly, because only the disciples who entered the top thirty of the ethnic ratio s were qualified to participate in the Disciple of Holy Mountain Selection Competition a year later, their own disciples being able to become disciples of the Sacred Mountain was the glory of the three great clans, including the royalty, while the ethnic ratio s of the three great clans had thirty victors, and the ethnic ratio s of the royal family had forty victors. There were a total of one hundred and thirty people participating in the Disciple of Holy Mountain Selection, and each of them had extremely high talent.

Beiming Lan Yue thought to herself, 'This Sacred Mountain is really smart, it knows how to absorb the essence and talent. If it goes on like this, it would be strange for it to have a low position.'

Unexpectedly, Bei Mingfeng only glanced at BeiMing Chu, and then said towards Beiming Lan Yue: "Yue'er, what do you say?"

"I don't want to participate either!" Similarly, Beiming Lanyue's reply did not appear to be out of Bei Mingfeng's expectations.

In her opinion, it would be better to kill people than to participate in the ethnic ratio.

Bei Mingfeng let out a heavy sigh. At this moment, his voice revealed a faint sadness and helplessness, "I don't want you to participate either, but this is a clan rule, and every member of the clan who isn't even fifteen years old must participate in the ethnic ratio, not to mention the rest of the family, for the sake of your future prospects, you all must participate, and you all must win, because only after winning will you all qualify to participate in the Disciple of Holy Mountain's selection, will you all have the chance to walk out of the Caledonian dynasty and go to an even wider sky. My sons and daughters cannot be bound in this small land, so I want to let everyone know that although I, Bei Mingfeng, am a waste of talent, my children are definitely top geniuses.

He was very smart. Since he was young, although his father had never mentioned it, he could feel how much his father liked the Beiming Family, but as long as there were people, they would be of great benefit to him. Those who held high status, valued interests so heavily that Bei Mingfeng's heart would turn cold, his brothers and sisters, other than his brother who brought him along as well as his childhood, had already lost control of their minds due to the power of money.