Chapter 818 Bing An Enlisted Disciple Of The Magic Hand Sect (Part Two)


    "Okay, first, let''s grill the materials with high heat,"


    Foster suddenly directed in a low voice.


    Austin did as he was told and doubled the vital energy he put in the pot at once. The fire began raging,


    giving off waves of heat into its surroundings.


    Everything went well and it seemed that Austin had made the temperature right. Foster and the other


    three judges all nodded in appreciation.


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    "Now, I want slow fire for the baking,"


    Foster instructed again.


    Austin took a deep breath, and slowly absorbed some of the strong vital energy back before sending


    out a stream of gentler energy from his palm. Soon, the fire inside had burned down to a soft one, a


    kind that people would enjoy during a cold winter night.


    In the next few moments, Foster had asked Austin to adjust the temperature to several different ranges


    in quick session, and Austin had met all of his requirements easily.


    A pleased smile on Foster''s and the other three judges'' faces had already appeared, and all their eyes


    started lighting up. Fitch, in particr, was evidently happy with what was happening as it was proving


    him right.


    After giving out several instructions, Foster thought that a conclusion could already be drawn regarding


    Austin''s performance, so he stopped giving them and ended the test.


    "Tell me, my boy. You have done this pill refining thing before, haven''t you?"


    Foster asked, his inquiring and thoughtful eyes fixating on Austin.


    "Yes, I have," Austin replied meekly. "I came from the Grand Dragon Empire, and my grandfather was a


    pill refiner of the second rank in the country. I learned a bit about pill refinery from him when I was


    young," he continued, sessfully making a whole new background for himself.


    "Butter, he was killed by his old foes, and I became homeless. Then, I came to Heavenly Dragon


    Holy Kingdom. I heard a lot about your sect and your unmatched reputation in pill refinery in this


    country. I grew to admire your sect and so here I am, wanting to be one of your refinery


    assistants."


    Austin''s heart was pounding in his chest while he spoke. He knew what Foster might be thinking now.


    As a young candidate at Sky Realm, his performance was too good and it made Foster suspicious.


    Foster didn''t look away from Austin''s face upon hearing his reply. For a few awkward seconds, the


    middle-aged man kept staring at him with his sharp, knowing eyes.


    Because of that, Austin couldn''t help but bow down a bit. He knew that he must stay calm despite his


    nervousness.


    Otherwise, Foster might be able to see through him, and all the efforts he had poured into trying to


    be an enlisted disciple of the Magic Hand Sect would amount to nothing.


    So he acted as sincere and honest as he could.


    After what seemed to be an eternity, Foster finally relented.


    "Fine, Marsh. You can tell your story and you can tell your past, and I don''t care whether you''re telling


    the truth or not.


    The Magic Hand Sect never gets to the bottom of who you truly are or where you trulye from. It


    only asks for your talent.


    You have disyed your talent at such a young age, and it has met--exceeded, even--our sect''s


    requirements. Congrattions," Foster said solemnly.


    Austin breathed a sigh of relief. "However," Foster suddenly said, pausing.


    "Before you give me your answer, I need you to think about this very carefully.


    Once you are a member of our Magic Hand Sect, you must stay loyal to it and defend it for the rest of


    your life.


    Are you willing tomit to that?"


    Foster asked in a harsh tone, his eyes still glued on Austin.


    "If I am epted by the Magic Hand Sect, I will never betray it. I swear with my life!"


    Austin responded in all seriousness and eagerness.


    Truth be told, Austin found it really unnecessary for him to make such an oath. This was the Magic


    Hand Sect, Angus'' sect.


    If Austin betrayed the sect, he might as well betray Angus, his most respected teacher. Surely he would


    never do such a thing.


    The answer he gave Foster was true. It wasn''t made up. He would never betray the Magic Hand Sect.


    "Good, very good. You can be sure that I will tell the other elders about you, and make you one of our


    enlisted disciples. I''m positive that they would agree," Foster said, once again smiling and solemn.


    It was evident that he was very satisfied with Austin and that he was eager to cultivate him and his


    powers.


    Austin, on the other hand, also felt sincere joy. He felt deep appreciation for everything that had


    happened today.


    "Thank you for your kind words, Steward Foster! I feel so honored!"


    Austin knew that now it was time for some ttering words.


    "Congrattions, Marsh! I knew you would make it! I bet that with your incredibly good talent in pill


    refinery, you will aplish great things in the near future!


    Who knows? We three here today might beg you for your magical pills soon,"


    Fitch once again chimed in andughed.


    He hade to give his congrattions, and at the same time, he had also implied that he wanted to


    make friends with Austin.


    Not only him, Len and Lind also came to him and said a few good words to Austin.


    Although the three of them were judges here today, their positions were rtively low in the sect.


    Besides, they were no pill refiners themselves. So whenever they wanted some medicinal pills to boost


    their cultivation, they still had to cheek it and beg the pill refiners in the sect for help.


    Most of the time, those pill refiners would give disciples in low positions like them a cold shoulder.


    The three of them were a bit of doormats in the sect.