Immortal

5. A Genius or a Cheat?

"This is Liutrad Moonspirit, a first-level innate warrior, twenty... years old. He's the second son of the well-known Marquis Mancius "

When the voice of Hachar, the grandmaster of Divine Fire Sect, was heard, a smile finally appeared on his cold and expressionless face, and everyone below the stage cheered in enthusiasm.

They thought Lysandra was the true genius, but surprisingly again, an even more powerful genius had come. What did it mean to them for someone to break through to the innate realm at the age of twenty? 

Everything!

All the masters squeezed forward to get a closer look at Liutrad's face. Only Lachlan stood motionless behind the crowd, not even bothering to look at Liutrad who was stealing the show.

"I, Liutrad Moonspirit, pays homage to grandmaster Hachar. I hope to join your sect in the near future, my lord." Liutrad came to the grandmaster of the Divine Fire Sect, Lord Hachar, and bowed. He ignored the grandmasters of the other three immortal sects. In his eyes, it seemed that there was only the Divine Fire Sect.

"Yes, elder Yael has already mentioned you to me before we came down the mountain. We will certainly treat you well from now on. But whether you can really join the sect as you wish depends on you." Hachar reminded him. In front of the martial arts masters in the world, even if he wanted to favor Liutrad, he couldn't do it too obviously. 

Fortunately, Liutrad was also very competitive. He was the youngest one among the trialists so far. Born into a wealthy family and with the guidance of Elder Yael Richfire of the Divine Fire Sect, it was impossible for him not to excel.

"Isn't this amazing?"

"Yes, it seems that the house of Moonspirit will not only produce a great warrior, but also a peerless master!"

"What more, he's from an aristocratic family, meaning him coming here to participate in the trial is just a formality."

"True, how can ordinary people compare with him?"

People were talking about it, looking at Liutrad with great envy. 

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Liutrad flew down from the high platform, his face filled with excitement and pride.

This trial brought together almost all the innate masters in the society, and even many registered disciples from the four hidden immortal sects joined in, making the competition fierce. After that, many children from aristocratic families appeared, but no genius like Liutrad emerged.

"Okay, is there anyone else? One last time, is there anyone who wants to sign up?" Hachar glanced at the crowd under the stage and stretched himself. He was not tall but stronger than a cow, with a pair of bright eyes. However, he was a little tired after being busy with the assessment from early morning until sunset. 

The grandmaster was getting ready to leave when he suddenly looked up and found a mountain boy in front of him. He was only wearing a thin coat in the middle of winter, and his cloth shoes were so worn out that several of his toes were exposed. It was obvious that he came from a poor family.

That would be permissible, but he also carried a ragged blade on his back, just like a wood-chopping hatchet.

"Young man, are you here to participate in the trial as well?" Hachar asked. He was about to ask Lachlan what he was doing here, but he changed his words temporarily considering his identity as the leader of the Divine Fire Sect. So he just stared at Lachlan with an impatient look. 

Under the high platform, all the masters who had dispersed and were about to leave turned around and looked over, their eyes also showed surprises. 

Especially the playboy Liutrad, was so shocked for a moment that he smiled coldly and coughed sarcastically at Lachlan for being ignorant. 

"Yes, grandmaster." Lachlan nodded, stretched out his hand and pressed on the crystal ball. 

But after a while, this treasure specially used to test power levels did not move. 

Below the stage, people burst into laughter, especially Liutrad, whose shrill laughter was particularly piercing, and his face was full of smiles as if he had obtained a peerless treasure, and he was just short of rolling on the ground to mock him. "This kid is really daydreaming, hehe..."

Lyndon also laughed, looking at Lachlan standing on the high platform, making a fool of himself, and he felt relieved for some reason. As he was laughing, he suddenly noticed that Zastan and his junior sister Gwyn beside him had cold faces, so he quickly shut up.

"Boy, do you know what the innate realm is? Have you ever practiced martial arts before?" Hachar's facial muscles twitched from tiredness. Now seeing Lachlan come on the stage to waste his time like this, he became even more irritated and had the urge to beat him to death.

Any warrior with a little self-awareness would not dare to go on stage to sign up for the trial without being qualified. But Lachlan, ​​a country boy, came up. Did he really think that the grandmasters of the four hidden immortal sects were here to serve people?

Lachlan didn't say anything, and even his expression didn't change at all, he remained quiet.

A dazzling light suddenly emanated from the crystal ball. In an instant, even the four great sect grandmasters sitting on the high platform felt a stinging pain in their eyes.

"What's your name? Where are you from? How old are you?" Zander, the grandmaster of the Immortal Sword Sect who had been standing tall on the edge of the platform like a mountain to maintain order, suddenly took a step forward and looked at Lachlan with a burning gaze.

"I am Lachlan Lightstone, ​​from the Ironwood Village, to the north of Samoria. I'm fifteen years old." Lachlan answered calmly.

Everyone on and off the stage couldn't believe their eyes and ears..

This time, even the grandmasters of the four hidden immortal sects were surprised, and the entire top of dragon mountain became silent. 

After a long while, everyone erupted in an uproar due to their shock.

He broke through to the innate realm at the age of fifteen, and he was still an unknown boy in the mountains. Was he a monster or a genius?

Marita, the grandmaster of the Nether God Sect, who had been tense all the time, looked over in disbelief, her eyes flickering as if she was thinking something. 

If they knew that although Lachlan was now fifteen years old this year, he had already broken through to the innate realm when he was twelve years old, they wouldn't be able to cope with it.