He agreed!

The expressions on all the Elders were smug to the extreme.

They were afraid Maxwell wouldn’t agree. If he didn’t agree, they really didn’t have any other way to deal with him for now.

After all, Gold’s Divine Token was present.

If they broke their promise, how could their sect continue standing in this world?

Venerable Terrance’s mind relaxed as he smiled internally. He then said, "Since you’ve agreed, you shall participate in the assessment today. Grand Elder, I will hand this matter over to you. You need to follow the rules strictly so that if Maxwell manages to pass the assessment, you can no longer treat him with prejudice."

Bjorn cupped his hands and said, "Order received."

Immediately after...

Venerable Bjorn walked over to Maxwell and flipped his right palm. A black cloud suddenly materialised beneath Maxwell’s feet as he said: "Let’s go!"

Maxwell was stunned.

Before he had time to react, the two of them had already flown out of the main hall.

All those Elders in the main hall smiled smugly at each other as if a large rock had been lifted from their hearts.

"Today, the kid will be kicked out of the mountain."

"Hahaha... we can pretty much consider the kid being kicked out. If we continued dragging this issue, I’m afraid no one can resist it when the Atlas Immortal Sect kills their way over."

"We should all go take a look and see how that kid’s going to fail. Hahaha..."

"Let’s go!"

After saying that, eight beams of light shot out of the main hall and towards the outer sect area.

Outer sect martial training field.

It was extremely huge, and the surface area was even larger than Eden City.

The training field was filled with people.

These people were either the Gold Immortal Sect’s outer sect disciples or the prospective disciples for this time’s assessment. It was a very lively and crowded scene!

"Everyone look!"

"Immortals! They’re immortals! Look at the immortal clouds beneath their feet. I heard that only supreme experts who train in immortal techniques can create such immortal clouds. That’s so cool! If I could one day refine such a cloud and go home with it, I would definitely charm Little Sue off her feet!"

"Grand Elder?"

"Third Elder, Fourth Elder... all nine great elders from the inner sect have taken action together. Did something major happen?"

Viktor, the outer sect elder in charge of the assessment, underwent a drastic change to his countenance. He dropped the task he was doing and quickly walked over to receive them. He cupped his hands and said, "Disciple Viktor pays his respect to all the Elders."

Bjorn waved his hand and said, "Let him be the first one to be assessed."

"Yes!"

Viktor glanced at Maxwell and didn’t dare to say anything.

But...

It was inevitable for someone in the crowd to criticise this. Some of the voices could be heard saying: "We’ve been waiting in line for three days, yet this kid comes and jumps the queue."

"That’s right."

"Doesn’t the Gold Immortal Sect always say they treat everyone fairly?"

"So is this how one goes through the back door?"

Second Elder Thomas’s expression turned gloomy as he shouted, "He is a special case and will be very quick. It won’t delay everyone’s time by too much."

Some of the more observant outer sect disciples recognised Maxwell.

Before Maxwell came to the Gold Immortal Sect, his name was already known to many of the disciples.

Seeing Maxwell, many of those outer sect disciples had ugly expressions on their faces.

Someone couldn’t hold it in anymore and said, "Why would a walking disaster like him need to be assessed? Just directly kick him off the mountain. Allowing him to stay here will only bring our sect countless troubles. For someone like him who even dares to kill the Atlas envoy, did shit enter his brain or something?"

The crowd was shocked.

Those Elders faintly smiled and cast looks of appreciation towards the disciple who said those words.

The Elders didn’t stop the discussion from the disciples, so those words of criticism increased.

"A piece of trash with a cripple body isn’t qualified to participate in this assessment."

"Assess your ass, just scram down the mountain."

"Trash – this is an immortal sect and not your home. Assess your bird, just quickly scam off. You’ve already failed the first round with a crippled body."

"That’s right; you will only lose all face for the Gold Immortal Sect by staying here."

Voices of mockery came and went.

None of the Elders stopped it.

They actually exposed a cold sneer towards Maxwell, like he was the butt of the joke.

The martial artists lining up for the assessment all started showing looks of disdain.

"Participating in the assessment with a crippled body? Is this kid mentally ill?"

"What the hell is going on? Why are they even letting trash like him be assessed?"

Maxwell was neither fast nor slow and maintained his calm expression. He followed behind Viktor without saying a single word.

Viktor walked up to a huge crystal column and said, "Put your hand on the surface of the column, then activate your body to circulate your mana."

The crystal column was a spiritual column used to detect the limits of one’s body.

An ancestor of Gold found this crystal in the outer territories, a divine artefact specifically used to detect the talents of prospective disciples.

Maxwell walked forward and followed Viktor’s direction. He placed his hand onto the column and activated his body...

Activate!

Activate, activate...!

"Shit, nothing is activating for me!"

There was naturally no mana with his crippled body. Even if Maxwell used all his strength, it would be useless because there’s no way the column can detect anything from it.

The crystal column didn’t give off any kind of light, not even a little spark. Viktor’s expression faintly changed before he advised: "Use your senses to activate your body. Try again and don’t give yourself too much pressure; no one will rush you on this."

Maxwell smiled at him before placing his hand on the surface again.

The result was the same.

How can a crippled body circulate mana?

"Hahaha..."

"Not even a spark of light, I’m going to die laughing! It looks like this kid is really a piece of trash with a crippled body. Trash should scram off, the sooner the better. This isn’t a place for people like you, so hurry up and go home."

"I have never seen such a trashy person in my life! I’m going to die from laughing!"

Mockery. Pretty much everyone was mocking Maxwell.

Venerable Bjorn walked forward with an icy expression. He then asked: "Do we need to continue testing further? You have failed the first round, so look around and see how many people are mocking you. Why continue suffering such humiliation? What I’ve said previously is still valid – take the 20 top-grade upgrade elements and leave the Gold Immortal Sect."

Maxwell didn’t even take a glance at Venerable Bjorn nor at the ridiculing expressions of the surrounding crowd.

To him, these people were just waiting for a slap to the face.

Only one slap was enough to make the faces of these people swollen.

Maxwell was coldly scoffing internally while saying, "Laugh; laugh all you want. Soon, you guys won’t be able to laugh even if you want to."

Maxwell smiled respectfully at Viktor and said, "Please take me to the next round."

Viktor was a bit surprised before glancing over at Venerable Bjorn. Seeing how the Grand Elder’s eyes filled with anger, he softly cautioned: "You should take the 20 top-grade upgrade elements and leave this place. You really aren’t suitable to cultivate here."

Maxwell replied: "Don’t worry; I will definitely be staying here."

"Huh?"

When Viktor saw Maxwell’s confident smile, a strange feeling appeared in his heart as he felt this kid wasn’t that simple.

Immediately after...

Maxwell was brought to another area.

"That kid is still not giving up?"

"Is there a need to continue testing when he has a crippled body?"

"With his country bumpkin looks, what kind of bloodline inheritance do you think he would have?"

Viktor brought Maxwell over to a certain structure and said, "Bring out the divine mirror!"

A disciple carefully brought over a mirror that exuded an air of antiquity. This was a divine mirror that detected one’s bloodline inheritance. Upon dripping blood on it, it would immediately reveal that person’s bloodline.

Maxwell squeezed out a drop of blood essence, and it was slowly absorbed...