Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

The three examiners were looking at the silent talisman in Alex’s hands, finally realizing that everything they had assumed about him was wrong.

The old man didn’t say anything at all. He seemed out of it at the moment, thinking about the implications of Alex’s words.

“C-can you lie for us. Anything?” the woman asked.

“Sure,” Alex said. “I am the young master of a great family who have come to use your sect as a training ground.”

The talisman buzzed vigorously.

The woman took in a deep breath after seeing that. She looked at the talisman and up and Alex. Then, she said only a single word. “Incredible.”

A young master from a great family becoming an Immortal at the age of 500, while also becoming a Superior Immortal Alchemist was great. A nobody from a lower realm doing the same thing was on another level.

This only went to show just how much talent someone had.

Alex had been rather unlucky this time around because of his age.

Every examiner for the entrance tests was always told to look out for Ascended Immortals that had come from the lower realm. Because it would always be these people that had the most potential.

They were born in a realm with little Qi and managed to fight through everyone on the continent, either by skill or by luck, to reach the peak. Those were the sort of people that their sect wanted.

This was why they had paid special attention to Alex more so than others during the interview, but they were also told to be wary of young masters from other families coming to try and join them.

Had Alex been a little older, they would have no doubt that he was telling the truth. But given how young he looked, they had no choice but to figure out just what was the truth.

If he had looked a little older, they would have gone with his 2000-year answer and never questioned it a bit. Instead, because they had to be careful, they had forced him to reveal more than he had ever intended to.

‘Immortal before the age of 500 from a lower realm,’ the woman thought. ‘How the hell is that possible?’

Just what sort of monstrous talent had they stumbled upon?

“You must have been quite lucky,” the middle-aged man said.

“I… was,” Alex said with a hidden sigh.

He wanted to tell them that he had only managed to reach his current level thanks to being made a king of a continent. As a king, he was never short on resources, which helped him cultivate quickly.

However, after telling them that he was from the 3rd Major Spirit world, he couldn’t then tell them that he was a king too. At that point, he might as well tell them that his name is Alex as well as anyone from that world would realize that was him when hearing those words.

The white-haired old man finally nodded and said, “Do you have the resources to prove to us that you are indeed a Superior Immortal Alchemist?” he asked.

“I am one though,” Alex said. “Shouldn’t this talisman prove that?”

The old man nodded. “What about beyond Superior?” he asked.

“I’m afraid I am only a Superior Immortal Alchemist,” Alex answered. The talisman didn’t buzz.

He was thankful he had a pendant to rely upon as truth instead of his own talent at this point.

“What about your claims that you have Sword Aura? Can you show it to us?” the old man then asked.

“Yes,” Alex said and took out Midnight. As soon as he did, lights began bouncing out of the sword, quickly surrounding him.

He shut it down after that and put Midnight back into his Soul Space.

“Incredible,” the old man said after seeing that. Thankfully, he didn’t ask Alex if he could go further with that. “I have one last question and then you can leave. Are you truly acquainted with one of the sect’s disciples?” Alex nodded. “Yes,” he answered.

“May we ask how?” the middle-aged man asked.

Alex shrugged and answered truthfully. “Do you see what I put in as the previous sect? It’s the Poison Fighting sect that was recently revealed to be a demonic sect.”

“Demonic?” the woman said quickly. “Right! That’s where I heard that name from. I told you two I knew that name.”

“It was not from the lower realm?” the old man asked.

Alex shook his head. “When I came to this world, I joined the Poison Fighting sect because they gave the most Spirit stones yearly to their disciples. I remained there for less than 4 years, and in that time I worked under senior Lan Douhan, who was there as an undercover elder.”

“I helped him find the proof of the sect’s demonic aspect. He teleported away, but he told me to find him if he needed help getting into the sect,” Alex said.

The three nodded as they listened. “Why didn’t you join immediately then?” the woman asked.

Alex gave an awkward smile. “I was worried I would be captured for being a disciple of the demonic sect, so I decided to wait at least 2 years before trying to join. I hoped everything would be over by now and that I wouldn’t be immediately rejected.”

They there stared at Alex’s talisman, realizing that it was not buzzing. Every word that came out of his mouth was either the truth or what he believed to be the truth.

“That is all,” the old man said. “You can go on ahead in the other room. We will get back to you once we’ve gone through everyone.”

Alex nodded and left the room. The three watched him walk out of the room. The old man let out a deep sigh. “We nearly lost such an incredible young man.”

“You nearly lost him, senior. You shouldn’t have made him speak an oath about his age at 500.”

“I was only trying to give him a way out. Who knew he was even younger than 500.” The old man grumbled.

The woman looked at the talisman in her hand and read the information within. “I know we are supposed to skip these things, but should we have checked in this case?”

She pointed out the section of the talisman where Alex had written that he had no body constitution and no bloodline.

Usually, if someone said they didn’t have any, the three would have no reason to doubt their words. But at this point, they wondered if there had been truth there or not.

“No,” the old man said. “Let’s just assume he said the truth there and forget about it.”

“We should confirm his words at the end there. See if he really knows who he says he does,” the middle-aged man said.

“Have someone at the sect check on junior Lan and confirm his perspective on the story.”

The woman nodded and sent a message to the sect. It would take a while for the message to be read, acted on, and then come back with the information.

Thankfully, there was enough time for that as there were a lot more interviews for them to go through.