"What vocation is this?!"
Dean Wang was losing his composure.
He had seen omens of transcendent vocations in archival footage before—the skeletal throne of the Necromancer King, the thunderous might of the Skywrath Mage. But none of those omens were as awe-inspiring as the spectacle unfolding before his eyes!
The students began to stir.
"Holy shit, is this a monster invasion?"
"If it is, it must be an emperor-level monster descending!"
"An emperor-level monster... the entire city of Hongwu is doomed!"
Seeing the students terrified by the omen, Dean Wang quickly grabbed the megaphone and reassured them, "Everyone, stay calm! This is a vocation omen!"
"A vocation omen!"
Hearing that it was an omen, the students were even more shocked!
They knew all too well—
Vocations were ranked in five tiers: Common, Excellent, Transcendent, Epic, and Legendary. An omen during a vocation ceremony meant that Qin Yang had awakened a vocation at least at the Transcendent level!
What was a Gale Swordsman compared to that?
In the face of transcendent vocations, it was nothing but a happy-go-lucky swordsman!
Instantly, Su Chenxing seemed to shrink in their eyes.
At that moment, the grand scroll reached its final scene, and eight dark golden characters faintly appeared:
"Mandated by Heaven, may you enjoy eternal prosperity!"
BOOM!
The eight characters exploded with an imposing aura. Under its influence, everyone inexplicably felt the urge to submit. Some students with weaker wills even trembled and knelt.
The imposing aura solidified in the air, transforming into a golden, five-clawed divine dragon wreathed in lightning.
ROAR!
The divine dragon let out a mournful roar, then surged out from the scroll, spiraling downward with supreme fortune, descending upon Qin Yang on the vocation altar!
BOOM!
The pressure spread like a tidal wave.
A voice echoed in everyone's mind:
"Reign over all under heaven, and let all bow before you!"
The next second, a spectacle unfolded.
Hundreds of teachers and students in front of the academy's vocation altar knelt in unison, bowing to Qin Yang.
Even Dean Wang on the altar, his eyes vacant, his knees bending, was about to kneel before Qin Yang...
"You've been given a mental command!"
Elder Zhong hurriedly stopped Dean Wang.
"What just happened to me?" Dean Wang was still dazed.
Elder Zhong sighed. "See for yourself. Quickly, get the students up before this turns into a farce!"
"Heavens! A mass mental command?!"
When Dean Wang saw the entire school kneeling, he was stunned.
Just an omen could release a mental command and force so many people to kneel?
What kind of terrifying vocation was this?
Regaining his composure, he immediately grabbed the megaphone and shouted at everyone, "Get up! All of you, get up!"
Only then did the teachers and students come to their senses.
"What the hell? Why did I kneel?"
"This is... possession, right?!"
"Is there a Taoist vocation here? I need a talisman!"
"Talismans won't work. My homeroom teacher is a Taoist, and he was kowtowing so hard he bled..."
"Qin Yang! What did you do to us? What's your vocation?"
Su Chenxing, still on the ground, sensed something was wrong and demanded an explanation from Qin Yang.
Qin Yang spread his hands, feigning innocence.
He looked at his vocation:
[Vocation]: The Supreme Sovereign (Unique).
[Description]: A vocation condensed from the divine mandate of all emperors of China.
The Supreme Sovereign?
An emperor?
It was a vocation, he supposed...
Setting aside the absurdity, Qin Yang's vocation had a parenthetical note.
Unique?
Unless I die, there will never be a second "Supreme Sovereign" in the world?
That made sense.
An emperor—whether tyrannical or benevolent—there could only be one under heaven.
"Sigh...
I just wanted to live a laid-back life.
But now I've been mandated by Heaven..."
Qin Yang felt a pang of anxiety.
At that moment, two figures approached—Dean Wang and the Qi Men Master, Zhong Yu'an.
"Elder Zhong, Dean Wang."
Qin Yang nodded at them in greeting.
Elder Zhong raised his hand slightly and asked first, "The array didn't display the vocation name. You must have awakened a hidden vocation. Can you tell me its name?"
"The Supreme Sovereign," Qin Yang replied without hesitation.
"The Supreme Sovereign?"
Elder Zhong and Dean Wang exchanged glances—neither had ever heard of it.
Elder Zhong continued, "If possible, demonstrate a skill. I need to assess the strength of this vocation."
A skill...
Qin Yang only then remembered he hadn't checked his skills yet.
He pulled up his personal interface:
[Name]: Qin Yang
[Race]: Human
[Level]: 1
[Vocation]: The Supreme Sovereign (Unique)
[Strength]: 10
[Agility]: 11
[Constitution]: 6
[Spirit]: 13
[Skill]: Annihilate the Nine Clans (Lv. Max)
[Imperial Authority]: 0 (+40/hour)
[Note]: The base growth rate of Imperial Authority equals the sum of base attributes. Collecting imperial treasures and completing imperial quests can grant additional acceleration.
"The Art of Nine Clans Severance?"
Qin Yang paused, then checked the skill details:
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[Annihilate the Nine Clans (Lv. Max)]: Designate a target, lock onto their nine clans (cannot lock across dimensions), consume Imperial Authority, and sever them from the world, erasing them entirely.
This skill was... overwhelming.
Qin Yang's expression grew serious.
This skill could ignore level, attributes, distance, and numbers... and unleash a mass instant kill?
Sweat beaded on Qin Yang's forehead.
Just then, Elder Zhong urged from the side, "Even if it's an attack skill, you can use it on me. It won't matter."
Elder Zhong's words made sense.
He was a level 60 professional, with terrifyingly high attributes. No level 1 attack skill could harm him.
But what if it was a divine technique that defied causality?
Qin Yang looked at Elder Zhong as if he were a great sage.
"Even if I annihilated your ten clans, what then?"
Qin Yang swallowed hard and silently activated the skill.
Above Elder Zhong's head, a line of text appeared—visible only to Qin Yang:
***
[Zhong Yu'an (Level 60)], nine clans totaling 371 people, 351 locked. Highest level among them: 60. Requires 12,117,362 Imperial Authority.
"The ones not locked... are they in secret realms?"
"The cost is a bit high..."
Qin Yang furrowed his brow slightly and randomly looked at a classmate:
***
[Wang Quan (Level 1)], nine clans totaling 141 people, 141 locked. Highest level among them: 4. Requires 115 Imperial Authority.
"The cost is based on level."
"100 points for level 4, over 12 million for level 60... seems reasonable."
Qin Yang thought to himself.
This skill wasn't too outrageous.
At the current rate of 40 Imperial Authority per hour, it would take 35 years of idling to sever Elder Zhong's nine clans.
But for a professional with no background... could they afford to wipe out nine clans?
Moreover, the accumulation rate of Imperial Authority would increase with the growth of total attributes.
Once his base attributes surpassed 1,000, severing Elder Zhong's entire clan would only take a little over a year of idling.
A base attribute of 1,000 was difficult for ordinary professionals to achieve.
But for Qin Yang, the second-generation heir of the Qin family with financial power, it wasn't hard.
Whether he chose to lie flat or grind, this skill must never be exposed!
Qin Yang resolved in his heart.
Idling to wipe out entire clans?
If word got out, would he even survive?