The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 818

"Okay, first, let's grill the materials with high heat,"

Foster suddenly directed in a low voice.

Austin did as he was told and doubled the vital energy he put in the pot at once. The fire began raging, giving off waves of heat into its surroundings.

Everything went well and it seemed that Austin had made the temperature right. Foster and the other three judges all nodded in appreciation.

"Now, I want slow fire for the baking,"

Foster instructed again.

Austin took a deep breath, and slowly absorbed some of the strong vital energy back before sending out a stream of gentler energy from his palm. Soon, the fire inside had burned down to a soft one, a kind that people would enjoy during a cold winter night.

In the next few moments, Foster had asked Austin to adjust the temperature to several different ranges in quick succession, and Austin had met all of his requirements easily.

A pleased smile on Foster's and the other three judges' faces had already appeared, and all their eyes started lighting up. Fitch, in particular, was evidently happy with what was happening as it was proving him right.

After giving out several instructions, Foster thought that a conclusion could already be drawn regarding Austin's performance, so he stopped giving them and ended the test.

"Tell me, my boy. You have done this pill refining thing before, haven't you?"

Foster asked, his inquiring and thoughtful eyes fixating on Austin.

"Yes, I have," Austin replied meekly. "I came from the Grand Dragon Empire, and my grandfather was a pill refiner of the second rank in the country. I learned a bit about pill refinery from him when I was young," he continued, successfully making a whole new background for himself.

"But later, he was killed by his old foes, and I became homeless. Then, I came to Heavenly Dragon Holy Kingdom. I heard a lot about your sect and your unmatched reputation in pill refinery in this country. I grew to admire your sect and so here I am, wanting to become one of your refinery assistants."

Austin's heart was pounding in his chest while he spoke. He knew what Foster might be thinking now. As a young candidate at Sky Realm, his performance was too good and it made Foster suspicious.

Foster didn't look away from Austin's face upon hearing his reply. For a few awkward seconds, the middle-aged man kept staring at him with his sharp, knowing eyes.

Because of that, Austin couldn't help but bow down a bit. He knew that he must stay calm despite his nervousness.

Otherwise, Foster might be able to see through him, and all the efforts he had poured into trying to become an enlisted disciple of the Magic Hand Sect would amount to nothing.

So he acted as sincere and honest as he could.

After what seemed to be an eternity, Foster finally relented.

"Fine, Marsh. You can tell your story and you can tell your past, and I don't care whether you're telling the truth or not.

The Magic Hand Sect never gets to the bottom of who you truly are or where you truly come from. It only asks for your talent.

You have displayed your talent at such a young age, and it has met--exceeded, even--our sect's requirements. Congratulations," Foster said solemnly.