Sara went back to the training ground. Zachary followed her and arrived at the field too. The other
disciples who were still battling against each other were surprised to find them together. No one noticed
that they even had left. Their imagination ran wild upon they saw the two together.
"What is that trash doing with Master Sara?"
"Only God knows. Maybe she needed to use the washroom, so she asked that trash to show her the
way..." "Damn! That was a missed chance! Why didn't she choose me instead?"
"Worry not! Master Sara wouldn't like that trash anyway! She won't even talk to him if he isn't so
shameless!" Most of the disciples in the field stopped fighting and started chatting.
Different versions of stories about what they could have done were created faster than the attacks that
they threw at each other now that their attention was focused on the two.
"That guy is trying to impress Master Sara too! And he wants to have a head start. Well, he's
dreaming!" Benjamin spat, annoyed that Zachary had his chance to be with Sara. 'What makes
Zachary so irresistible? Not only did he get Elva's attention, but now he also gets along well with
Master Sara. I just can't understand it!' he roared in his heart.
"What are you standing around for? Continue!" Sara ordered when she noticed that the disciples
stopped fighting.
Soon, the disciples all cheered up and rushed towards the twelve selected disciples at the center.
"There's one more here!" Sara reminded the disciples as she looked at Zachary with a wicked smile.
Zachary was immediately surrounded by a few disciples at the medium stage of Mortal Level. However,
since he was known for badly beating Benjamin, none of them dared to attack him directly.
Sara was surprised to see that the disciples at the medium stage of Mortal Level feared Zachary so
much.
Eventually, a few disciples started to attack Zachary, but they couldn't even get close to him to get their
attacks in.
'He has an awesome movement skill, but it doesn't look like a skill from the Welkin Sect, ' Sara thought
to herself. She had noticed the Shadow Pace used by Zachary. It was a rather amazing skill. The
disciples who were grades higher than him couldn't even catch up with him because of the skill.
"They are so useless. If I were them, I would have already beaten him." Benjamin was getting agitated
watching the disciples fight Zachary, but he was busy fighting a disciple at the Earth Level. He wanted
to get a chance to fight Zachary.
After almost two hours, all the twelve disciples had drained their martial energy and had no choice but
to surrender to the hundreds of other disciples that attacked them.
Zachary was the only one left standing. All eyes were fixed at him, who soon became everyone's
target.
"Catch me if you can. I'll give you a hot kiss as a reward," Zachary said, provoking the disciples who
kept trying to catch up with his speed.
In an instant, Zachary was surrounded by the disciples. Then, they rushed towards him en masse.
Zachary moved around to avoid the attacks. His movement skill was so mystical that no one could
decipher what his next move was going to be. He turned into a shadow. He swiftly swam in the crowd
like a fish that swam effortlessly through water. None of his attackers was able to lay a single hand on
him.
"Alright. That is enough for now!" Sara announced.
Upon hearing Sara's voice, the disciples all stopped. They were all exhausted, sweating and panting.
Zachary, on the other hand, seemed to be much more relaxed. There was only a thin layer of sweat on
his forehead—clearly, he still had energy left.
"You have all done a great job. Unfortunately, there is still one person standing! What a pity!" Sara said
aloud as she stared at Zachary.
Zachary instantly became the center of attention. All the other disciples glared at him. What made the
other disciples even angrier was how relaxed Zachary looked while they all panted as if the very air ran
away from them.
"Master Beauty, can I have the reward?" Zachary swaggered towards Sara and slowly extended his
arm as if he wanted every disciple present to see him extending his arm and motioning Sara to give
him the prize.
Sara took out a third-grade cultivation-aiding pill from her sachet as she stared at Zachary. It was of a
faint cyan color, and it had a light fragrance.
"Is that a third-grade green cultivation-aiding pill?" Some disciples were sharp enough to see the color
of the pill.
It was a very valuable prize for the disciples. Their eyes were glued to the pill, and if given half the
chance, they'd likely rob the pill from Zachary without a second thought.
Contented with the prize, Zachary put on a warm grin and slightly bowed at Sara. He took the pill from
her and threw it right into his mouth. He chewed several times, then swallowed it.
What Zachary did shocked everyone present. A third-grade green cultivation-aiding pill boosted one's
martial energy even for disciples at the Earth Level. In order to maximize its effect, meditation was
advised after one took it so that all of its essence would be refined, but Zachary ate it as if it was a late
morning snack!
"Yummy!" Zachary said with a smile.
Even Sara was surprised at what Zachary did. This disciple never ceased to amaze her. Sometimes
she wondered if he was simply insane.
"He is just so arrogant! But he will face the harsh truth very soon!" Benjamin jeered, for he believed that
Zachary was no longer able to cultivate anymore. No matter how Sara trained him, he wouldn't be able
to improve or even use his martial energy. Even if he participated in the selection test, he would only
end up being ashamed.
"Let's end the morning session. We'll continue after lunch." After Sara announced this coldly, she
turned around and left without a word.
Zachary stared at the disciples present, smiled coldly and then left.
Sara headed to the Heavenly Martial Hall.
Lewis, who was discussing the details of the selection process with the stewards, quickly rose to his
feet and greeted Sara.
"Master Sara, I thought you were coaching the disciples at the training ground. What brings you here?"
Lewis asked.
"We're having a break," Sara replied.
"Really? Please take a seat, Master Sara. We are still deciding how to best do the selection process.
We could use your advice," Lewis suggested courteously.
"You do not need my advice. You are free to decide on your own." She paused slightly and thought
about something. It was as if she was looking for the right words for what she was about to say.
"Actually I've come to ask about one thing," Sara said at length.
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