"Inject your spiritual power and light it up."

Joelson smiled and asked, "Just light it up?"

The man was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's right, just light it up. The brighter it is, the better it is. The stronger you are, the more benefits you will receive. If you are a tier 7 magister, you will receive five thousand gold coins a year from the Empire."

"Yes, Sir!" Joelson replied and covered his hand with it.

He had done similar tests many times before.

The man picked up the quill and paper, intending to record Joelson's test results at any time.

"Spiritual power level."

The man had just opened his mouth, but before he could finish speaking.

Suddenly.

Bang!

A blinding light suddenly burst out in the room, and the crystal ball in Joelson's hand exploded into countless pieces.

The man's hand that was holding the quill stopped in mid-air, dropping a large number of ink stains on the paper.

He was completely dumbfounded.

"Crystal ball."

The man put down the quill and rubbed his eyes, not knowing what to say.

Joelson could not help but frown and said tentatively, "Above the seventh rank, is there a different test crystal ball for each rank?"

The man nodded subconsciously and said, "Yes, that's right."

Joelson showed an embarrassed expression and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't say it clearly. I'm here to verify the strength of an eighth rank magister."

"Oh, I see. An eighth rank magister, no wonder."

The man said and suddenly reacted, staring at Joelson with wide eyes.

His face was filled with disbelief.

"What did you say? An eighth rank magister?!"

"You, you... Wait for me for a while. I'll go find the Vice President."

The man was a little flustered. He left behind a sentence and left in a hurry.

An eighth rank magister was already considered a powerhouse even in the entire Alcott Empire.

Not having a powerhouse with such strength was very good news and glory for the Mage Guild.

Moreover, Joelson looked a little too young!

Soon, an old man with grizzled hair and beard walked out. The man followed the old man respectfully.

Marcus, a level-nine mage, the vice-president of the Mage Guild.

Joelson had heard Harriet Terrence mention him before.

Marcus was about three hundred years younger than Harriet Terrence, but he looked much older than Harriet Terrence.

When Marcus saw Joelson, he was delighted.

"Joelson Edward?" He asked tentatively.

Joelson nodded and performed a standard magician's etiquette.

Marcus said in admiration, "I knew it was you. Other than the president's personal disciple, the first magic genius of the Alcott Empire, who else can advance to the eighth rank before the age of twenty?"

"Twenty years old?!"

The man behind Marcus was completely shocked.

Marcus glanced at him and said indifferently, "To be precise, Joelson is only sixteen this year."

"Already seventeen," Joelson said indifferently.

"Seventeen."

The man's mouth was wide open. He looked at Joelson as if he was looking at a monster.

"Nelly, you can't keep burying yourself in magic books. You should go out more often. Your information is too limited. It will waste your talent if you keep doing this."

Marcus looked at the man and could not help but teach him a few words.

"Okay, Master Marcus, I understand."

The man nodded in embarrassment and blushed.

"Let me personally conduct the test for you," Marcus said, accepting the job gladly. He also wanted to see Joelson's strength with his own eyes.

He took out another crystal ball. It was a magic tool to test the spiritual power of an eighth rank mage.

This time, Joelson paid special attention. He did not release his spiritual power fully.

His spiritual power was very special. If all the spiritual power from the five branches of the spirit tree were poured in, even the tier 8 crystal ball would explode.

If that was the case, it would be too scary.

"Peak tier 8!"

Marcus could not help but exclaim, his eyes full of amazement as he looked at Joelson.

"I really can't believe that you are only seventeen years old. Joelson Edward, have you met the president since you came back?"

Joelson shook his head slightly and said, "I just came back from training."

"If the president knew this news, he would be very happy. Even at your age, he has not reached such a level of strength."

Marcus looked at Joelson and said with a sigh, "I have a feeling that you will become the youngest saint-level mage in the history of the Alcott Empire. Maybe you can become a saint-level mage before the age of one hundred."

Now, no one doubted whether Joelson could become a saint-level mage. They only guessed how long it would take him to become a saint-level mage.

"Before the age of one hundred."

The man called Nelly could not help but ask, "Master Marcus, does Joelson need so much time?"

Marcus glared at him and said angrily, "Do you think it is so easy to become a saint-level mage? I was already a ninth-level mage a hundred years ago, and I am still a ninth-level mage now."

Joelson thought of something and said, "Vice-president Marcus, is it very difficult to become a saint-level mage?"

Marcus looked at him with a complicated gaze and sighed, "Perhaps it's not that difficult for you. Sir Harriet Terrence once showed me the profound meaning of the saint-level, which is the power that touches the essence of magic elements. It's very terrifying!"

"The essence of magic?"

Joelson said this word silently.

"That's right."

Marcus said seriously, "Sir Harriet Terrence called it the power of the elemental laws. Mastering the power of the laws of a certain element is considered as entering the realm of the holy tier."

"I don't need to explain these things to you. I believe that Sir Harriet Terrence will tell you soon. With your current strength, you should be qualified to understand these things."

Joelson nodded slightly.

The certification continued.

The certification of a Mage's strength only required two steps.

The first was to test one's spiritual power, and the second was to release a spell of the corresponding level.

For example, if Joelson wanted to show Marcus that he could cast a level-eight spell.

"The elemental soul of fire magic wandering between heaven and earth, listen to my call..."

Joelson raised his tungsten wood staff and chanted in a low voice.

He could also cast tier 8 spells instantaneously.

However, he was afraid of scaring Marcus and Nelly.

A huge amount of fire element gathered under Joelson's call.

A blurry human figure appeared in the air.

After a while, a strong flame giant with burning flames all over his body appeared on the field.

Level-8 fire spell, fire elemental giant!