All the disciples on the martial training field had stopped breathing. With their necks stretched tautly, they were all staring unblinkingly as the divine mirror slowly absorbed the blood essence.

One’s body can be poor or even crippled.

But as long as your bloodline inheritance was capable of shocking everyone, you can also stay!

Venerable Bjorn and Thomas came a little closer. Seeing Maxwell’s face filled with confidence, their hearts seemed to have risen to their throats. They were saying internally: "This kid shouldn’t have some type of powerful bloodline inheritance, right?"

"We definitely can’t let him stay!"

The other Elders all had gloomy expressions.

Over ten thousand people had focused their attention on the divine mirror.

The drop of blood essence gradually disappeared.

Viktor didn’t blink like he was afraid of missing the results. The moment the blood essence fully disappeared, the divine mirror didn’t have any reaction as it had just absorbed a drop of ordinary blood. Viktor subconsciously blurted out: "Normal bloodline, no inheritance!"

"Normal bloodline, no inheritance!"

The sound of his voice was like a tsunami sweeping outwards.

"Hahaha..."

"What I said was correct, right? How could that kid have a special inherited bloodline? That’s simply impossible."

"His body is crippled, and he doesn’t have a special bloodline. Kid, quickly scram off the mountain. This isn’t a place where trash like you should be staying."

"Quickly scram and stop embarrassing yourself here. The Gold Immortal Sect can’t afford to lose face with you around. If other immortal sects knew, we would definitely be ridiculed like crazy. I really don’t understand why Elder Joshua would bring a piece of trash up our mountain."

Mockery! Mockery with zeal!

This was mockery without holding anything back.

They no longer had any scruples. A crippled body and no inherited bloodline – just based on those two assessments, could determine Maxwell’s death penalty. There’s no way Maxwell will be able to join the Gold Immortal Sect anymore.

Venerable Bjorn and the other inner sect Elders felt their minds relax. They all had a cheerful smile on their faces as they had just solved the biggest problem of their life.

From their point of view, having Maxwell leave the Gold Immortal Sect will automatically solve their world’s biggest problem.

They were afraid of the Atlas Immortal Sect.

They were afraid the Atlas Immortal Sect would send a punitive expedition over. If that really were to happen, handing Maxwell over to them would still not be good enough to appease them.

Now that he had failed both rounds, Maxwell didn’t have a legitimate reason, nor was he qualified to stay.

Venerable Bjorn was smiling smugly as he said, "What else do you have to say for yourself? According to the rules left by our ancestors, you have been eliminated. Now get down the mountain for me. And you can forget about the 20 top-grade upgrade elements. I already gave you that chance, but you didn’t cherish it. Now you’re being laughed at by everyone. Why did you choose to do this to yourself?"

"Just scram."

"This place doesn’t welcome you."

"You’re nothing but a scourge if you stay here."

"Elder Joshua must have been cheated by this kid, or else why would he bring him up the mountain?"

Many outer sect disciples were taunting and jeering from the sides.

Not a single Elder tried to stop them.

Of course...

Maxwell wasn’t even a member of the Gold Immortal Sect, so they would naturally not make any effort to stop their disciples from taunting him.

Maxwell faintly smiled and didn’t leave. He looked at Venerable Bjorn and said, "Grand Elder – since you keep talking about sect rules established by the ancestors, you should know there’s one rule where prospective disciples with special talents can be recruited by exception."

"The sect rules specify special talents as Pill concocting talent, engraving arrays talent, forging equipment talent, taming spiritual beast talent, etc., a total of eighteen special talents. Grand Elder, did I say anything wrong?"

Neither fast nor slow; neither humble nor haughty.

Maxwell had a well-thought-out plan. He maintained a confident smile on his face and ignored the ridicule from the crowd. Why should he bother with a group of clowns?

Venerable Bjorn’s expression had subtly changed as he asked: "You just came to the Gold Immortal Sect yesterday, so how do you know of such a sect rule?"

Maxwell smiled and replied, "What’s important isn’t how I know; the key is whether you’re aware of the sect rule or not. If you do know about it, then I am requesting to be assessed on my special talent."

Sect rules?!

Maxwell didn’t know much about them, but he was super clear on this one.

Because...

On their journey here, Joshua already guessed something like this would happen. That’s why he already had Maxwell learn of this sect rule beforehand.

In the Capital City, Maxwell concocted the improved Profound Burst Pill and concocted countless Healing Pills. Venerable Joshua was able to get a hold of one of them and found that they were medicinal pills near perfection. Even the Alchemist Grandmasters of the immortal sects couldn’t compare with Maxwell.

Because of this, Joshua wanted to use this method so that Maxwell could stay at the Gold Immortal Sect.

Maxwell was feeling all sorts of emotions right now. "If I hadn’t promised you beforehand, I would’ve already started raging."

Joshua had done a lot for him.

Maxwell promised him, so he couldn’t disappoint him.

"Is there such a sect rule?"

"How come I’ve never heard about it?"

"How does this kid know the rules of our Gold Immortal Sect?"

Sounds of discussion were heard everywhere.

Venerable Bjorn had a blank expression. The Gold Immortal Sect had a lot of sect rules, so he wasn’t particularly clear whether they had this rule or not.

Viktor cupped his fists and carefully chose his words: "Responding to Grand Elder: The Gold Immortal Sect’s 58th rule is what he’s talking about, relating to people with special talents. Those who pass the special assessment will meet the conditions for recruitment."

Venerable Bjorn coldly glanced at Viktor before scoffing: "Maxwell, you still refuse to give up, huh? Your unyielding attitude is indeed worthy of others to learn from, but you should only insist on things that you are capable of. Do you really think this is possible?"

"With a cripple body, can you even concoct pills? Forge equipment? Engrave arrays?"

"These things are something you cannot do, so why keep dragging the inevitable? Just quickly leave. You are the only one losing face if you keep dragging things out. Didn’t you hear the sounds of ridicule from the crowd? What’s the point of staying here?"

Concocting pills with a crippled body?

Forging upgrade weapons?

Engraving arrays?

Isn’t this all a joke?

It was completely impossible.

This knowledge was something even a three-year-old child knew. The crowd really didn’t know why Maxwell would continue insisting on staying.

Venerable Thomas coldly sneered and said, "Grand Elder, just let him take the test if he wants to. I refuse to believe he can change the outcome. A dead fish wishes to defy the heavens? I haven’t seen such a thing in my entire life."

Maxwell sneered and said, "I have no idea whether a dead fish can defy the heavens or not. The only thing I know is that you will be speechless later on."

As his voice faded, he turned to Venerable Bjorn and said, "I heard it very clearly; the majority of the people here have been ridiculing me. This also means the more that I have to prove to them."

"And the meaning behind your words..."

"Can’t I just slap their faces?"

Maxwell’s expression became overbearing while his eyes turned wildly arrogant.

Venerable Bjorn’s expression became gloomy as he said, "We have never recruited disciples with special talents in the past, so how do you wish to be assessed?"

Maxwell replied: "You can send out anyone you feel that isn’t too bad... Alchemy Grandmasters, Forging Grandmasters, Array Grandmasters, Healing Grandmasters, etc. Send them all out. You will see my special talent once I compete with each of them one-on-one, right?"

Challenging that many at once?!

Arrogant!

Extremely arrogant!

The expression on those Elders instantly became ugly-looking. This kid was way too arrogant!