Awakening Of The Ancient: Rise Of The Fallen Chapter 53
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The Elder picked up the badge and kept it after observing it briefly.
"Good work. Give me your disciple token. I'll credit 10000 contribution points in your token." The Elder smiled as he extended his hands towards the girl.
Mia placed her token in his hands and waited for the transfer to be completed.
"Here you go. The contribution points have been added to your token." The Elder said as he gave back the token.
" Oh, right. Who's the boy with you?" After finishing the official work, the Elder asked Mia about the boy in her hands.
"He's someone I found when I was coming back. He was unconscious. I was in a good mood, so I brought him with me."
" You know that you can't keep strangers in the place for the core disciples, right?"
" I know. I am hoping to send him to the outer area of our Sect. If he has talent, he can become the outer sect disciple. If he doesn't have the talent, he can become the servant. " She replied to the Elder.
" It's good that you know what to do. " The Elder said with a smile. Mia turned back and left the large hall.
She again climbed on her flying eagle before it flew towards another direction.
The place she was going to was the outer section of the sect. That was the place that was known as the outer branch of the sect.
Although it was still a part of the sect since the outer disciples had separate buildings, skill halls, and Elders. It was called the outer sect. Similarly, the sect had an inner sect and a core sect. Together, these 3 made up the Mighty Demon Sect.
The flying eagle came down to the ground and landed in front of another beautiful building, the only difference was that the building looked smaller and less majestic.
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There was a board that hung on the top of the building. A few beautiful characters on the board that said " Testing Hall".
The girl carried the young boy in her arms while he was still unconscious.
She kicked the door open and entered the building.
The Elder in the hall was sitting on a chair comfortably as he read a book. The man looked to be quite old and had wrinkles on his face. He had white hair and a white beard that came down to his chest.
As soon as the door was forced open, a frown appeared on his face, but as soon as he saw the person who had opened the door, the book he was reading fell to the floor as he stood up with a shocked look on his face.
"M... Miss Mia. I feel so lucky that I got to see you. I had a feeling that I would meet someone special today since the morning. Always, what can I do for you." He said with a fawning smile on his face as he walked towards Mia.
"You must be Elder Jim if I'm not wrong. We'll Elder, I found this young boy when I was coming to the sect from a mission. I want to give him to the Sect. I brought him here to see if he had the potential to become an outer sect disciple. If he doesn't have it, I would have to rely on the Elder to register him as a servant in the outer sect." Mia said without much expression on her face.
"Oh, that's so nice of you. Let's test him first. Is he unconscious or sleeping?" He asked as he glanced at the boy in her arms.
" He's unconscious," Mia answered him.
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"Oh, No worries. Thankfully, he can still be tested." The Elder said with a smile as he walked deeper inside the hall and stopped before a shelf. He came back with an orb in his hand and planned that crystal orb on the table
"This is a potential measuring orb. I'm sure Miss Mia must have seen it in the Core sect as well.
When someone hands touch the orb, it will show the number from 1 to 9. A talent of one signifies trash while a talent of 9 if a once in a millennia genius. If I'm not wrong, Miss Mia has a grade 9 talent, right? I was so shocked when he was told about it. In the whole sect, only the sect master and the head disciple have a grade 9 talent other than Miss Mia. " The Elder couldn't help but fawn more on her. Mia was more like a legend in the sect. One of the strongest cultivators in the sect.
"Bring that boy here. As soon as his hands are placed on the orb, we will know his cultivation talent." The Elder further said as he noticed the annoyed expression on Mia's face. He understood that she wasn't liking his flattery.
Mia stepped forward and placed the boy on the table near the orb. She picked his left hand and placed it over the orb.
Only 5 seconds had passed when the orb finally showed a number. The number it showed shocked both the Elder and the girl. They never expected that it could be possible. Even Mia's mouth opened in shock.
The number shown in the orb was... a zero.
"A zero? Doesn't that mean that this guy can't even cultivate? Even the servants of our sect have a grade 1 talent."The Elder let out with a frown.
" Since I brought him here, send him to the servants quarters. He'll be a servant from now on." The girl said as she turned back and started walking towards the exit without even looking back.
The Elder also followed behind her as he escorted her.
Unbeknownst to them, as soon as they both turned their back on Xu Ming, The numbers in the orb started changing.
From a zero, it became a 1. Than a 2... 3... 4... 5. In less than 5 seconds, the orb was showing a shining nine, but it didn't stop there. The 9 turned into a 10 but that was still not enough as the orb started shining brightly.
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