Treasure Hunting

When Zachary came back from the second world, he heard that an invigilator was sent by the Celestial College to supervise the selection test and that she was currently at the training ground of the Welkin Sect. So he rushed there immediately. Because he knew it was a rare opportunity to take instructions from an invigilator, he didn't want to miss it.

By the time he got there, Sara had already selected several disciples. But Zachary didn't want to be left out. Moreover, the invigilator was a beautiful woman, so he stepped out to volunteer himself.

"Who are you?" Sara looked at Zachary, who stood in front of her. He looked a little casual, but his smiling eyes gave her a strange feeling of confidence and ignorance.

"My name is Zachary Zi, and I am also eligible for the selection test. Something happened to me just now, and that's why I'm late," Zachary said introducing himself.

His words caused an uproar among the people present. It was known to everyone that his five meridians were broken. Everyone knew that he could no longer be a warrior his entire life. Taking part in the selection test was therefore impossible and pointless. But now he asked Sara to coach him. He probably became so miserable that he had gone crazy.

"Zachary, are you still going to participate in the selection test?" Lewis asked in a serious tone after he heard what Zachary said.

"Of course I am," Zachary answered. Serious determination was carved deeply on his face as he stared at Lewis.

"But you haven't recovered from your injury yet, and I think that your condition is not good enough yet to participate in this selection test..." Lewis was in utter confusion. Zachary should have known that he would not do well in the selection test in his current state. Thus, it was unreasonable for him to ask Sara to coach him as well.

Even if Zachary wasn't injured, it was almost impossible for him to be selected by Sara. Although he had double martial speed, his cultivation was just at the third grade of Mortal Level, which meant that he was just at the primary stage of Mortal Level. Even if he participated in the selection test right now in healthy condition, he would still not pass the first round, let alone do well and get a good grade. So, no matter what coaching Sara gave Zachary, there was no way that his strength was going to get stronger any time soon and make him pass the selection test. Moreover, Sara might not chose Zachary either in the first place.

Zachary with some distaste on their faces. They felt that Zachary

deserve to be coached by Master Sara..." Benjamin, one of the twelve disciples who was chosen to receive coaching from Sara, suddenly laughed at Zachary. His voice was not particularly loud, but enough for the disciples present to hear.

slowly spread to everyone in the area. They all

arm can do it, then why can't I do it?" Zachary said. He stared

was present, he did not want to look so petty. So, he refrained himself from showing his

quiet to the surprise of everyone present. They all expected Sara to reject Zachary outright or even humiliate him.

promise I will

all waited for Sara to reject

annoyed Sara in any way, they might lose the chance to

I'm sorry. This disciple always has such a bad character. If he said something wrong that offended you, please forgive us and

this, Lewis turned to Zachary and said to him seriously, "Zachary, stop fooling around and leave

just making sure that this beauty would have the chance to coach a genius like me. After all, this is a rare opportunity, and I certainly

before his stubbornness upset Sara. He knew that it would be his fault if he waited for the Welkin Sect to lose its chance to send a disciple to the Celestial College

Zachary away, Sara said, "Well. I think your talent is quite good, but you are really weak right now. However, overall, you could narrowly be considered as a potential disciple. You could join

that Sara would agree to guide Zachary. This was obviously different from what they had expected. Normally, Zachary would be humiliated and then go away like a lost

grim, as if he couldn't bear