For now, he put the unruly people out of his mind and removed his gauntlets. Then he patted Roar and played with him for a while.
Next he received the congratulations from Thompson, his students, and the overly excited Tyson.
During this event, he asked Tyson for the name of the guy that keeps making fun of him. Tyson gave him the name, which he locked away in the burning flames of anger in his chest for later.
He thought to himself, "Brian, huh? I hope I don't see him in any test. If I do see him, I want to see if he can still mouth off without the patriarch around."
Lastly, he went up to see his mother. She was still sitting where he left her. The only difference was that there was a smile on her face.
He went up to her and asked her, "How did I do?"
She shrugged and said, "Not had."
He smiled and said, "Not bad, huh?"
She replied, "I mean, I could probably do better. Luckily for you, I can't participate in the exam."
What she said made him laugh. He said with sarcasm, "Right. It is indeed my luck."
She frowned and asked, "You don't believe I can do better than you?"
He shook his head and said, "Who am I to doubt you, oh great and powerful lady Vena? I am sure you can definitely bully twenty-year-olds with your power. If you couldn't, I would be concerned for you."
Lady Vena chuckled. "You brat."
The mother and son spoke for a while. Meanwhile, the test continued.
This was just the first day of the test. There were still 19 days left to go.
In those 19 days, the position of the top 10 changed many times. Many examinees reached the eleventh round and twelfth round. These people occupied the first ten thousand positions.
As for the rest of the forty thousand on the ranking pillar, they had to have finished the tenth round at least. But no matter how many changes occurred to the ranking list, no one got more than 400 performance points.
There was only one person out of the almost 5.2 million examinees who had more than 400 points. This person's position remained unchanging as the days went by.
People became curious about who that person was. They wanted to know how he or she achieved such a feat. Some people wanted to know if he cheated.
The people that thought he cheated were many. Their number only continued to rise as more and more people took the test and realized how difficult it was.
It is not out of place to think that Arthur Red Mane cheated. After all, the disparity between the first and second places was too large. It just didn't make sense.
So some people went to complain to the officials of the examination. These people were cultivators at the third mortal coil. Only they could get in touch with the supervisors of the regional sect examination.
There were millions of people who thought Arthur Red Mane cheated and wanted to complain, but most of those people didn't even know who to complain to.
Only the 27 went to complain. They were independent cultivators with a vested interest in the outcome of the examination or the patriarchs of the various cultivation families.
These 27 people got together and went to complain to the supervisors. Patriarch Calcetti was among them.
The patriarch didn't say anything to defend Arthur. He also didn't tell them that was related to Arthur in any way. He just followed them to hear what the supervisors would say.
The supervisor that met them was a middle-aged lady with a bad temper. Even before she spoke, she was already glaring at them. Her glare made all of these great men and women silent like chicks before a hungry eagle.
She said to them, "According to our systems, Arthur Red Mane didn't cheat. I've checked. And if he or she did cheat but managed to fool our system, then good for them. They deserve their performance points if they can fool the system. In fact, every sect will want them regardless of their talent if they can fool a system built by cultivators at the fourth mortal coil."
"That is all I have to say about the matter."
No one argued with her. They left her presence as if they were running away from her. It was as if they had received a pardon from death.
The meeting was short and disappointing, but in its own special way, it was enlightening. At least, Patriarch Calcetti thought so.
The patriarch was deep in thought as he flew back to his ship. He asked himself, "What is a sect elder doing here?"
Usually, only cultivators at the third mortal coil attend the examination as supervisors. Cultivators at the fourth mortal coil are too busy to pay attention to an examination for mortals that holds every 5 years. So he didn't expect one of the supervisors to be at the fourth mortal coil.
With the way she was looking at them, it felt like she was about to eat them. It wasn't an illusion. He has seen sect elders from the Beast Hunting Sect devour someone whole in an instant.
So they were all afraid in her presence and didn't dare to argue with her. They didn't even dare to talk about the meeting behind her back. All of them flew through the air to their ships and abodes with nary a word between them.
Calcetti couldn't be sure if the presence of the sect elder was a good thing for Arthur or a bad thing. All he was certain of was that if anything happens, it will be grand.
For example, if the sect elder gets angry, all the patriarchs in the Dyson family won't be enough to fill her stomach. That means that the whole family can be doomed if things go bad. This made his heart tighten in fear.