noveltune Chapter 47: Unconscious
Chapter 47: Unconscious
Chapter 47: Unconscious
Hearing Irene's voice transmission, Liliane fell into silent astonishment before looking around, seeing a few nosy disciples glancing in their direction. Their attempts at eavesdropping were obvious.
After sighing at their flagrant gall, a sense of pride welled up inside her heart.
To any Outer Sect Disciple, even being able to apply to become an Inner Sect Disciple was among the highest of prestigious accomplishments, just short of successfully entering the Inner Sect.New novel chapters are published on
Reaching the Foundation Establishment realm was merely the easiest among the despairing list of requirements.
As Liliane hadnt reached the Peak of Qi Refinement as of yet, she didnt know much about the process, but she did know that the applicant must complete a predetermined Sect Mission that at many times seemed random and unsuited to the applicants talents. And any of the frequently made complaints were promptly shot down, because the Evaluation Missions were curated directly by the Inner Sect.
In most instances, the Evaluation Mission forced the applicant to leave the Sect, so Liliane wasnt surprised. However, she still wasnt happy about it. The areas outside the Sect mountains were not nearly as supervised as the mountains themselves. Anything could happen out there!
She didnt have any more time to fret for her friend. All of a sudden, cheers and loud claps erupted, causing Liliane and the rest to turn towards the arena.
A bell rang from an unknown location, and a muscular man with short, fiery red hair jumped through the air. With a huge sword hanging vertically on his back, he landed onto the stage rambunctiously.
Standing in the most eye-catching spot of the arena was Victor, his lazy smile full of youthful confidence inspired an even louder wave of shouts and applause.
Glancing at Nathaniel, who was cheering wildly along with the rest of them, Irene scoffed. "Victor really thinks himself a celebrity."
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Meanwhile.
Standing on a stool, Auslen worked busily around a cauldron, which was sitting on a work surface obviously not designed with a 120 cm child in mind.
Lifting away his hand from the Ignition Plate, Auslen waved his sleeves. Five glass bottles appeared, which he used to gather the completed Qi Refinement Elixir.
Auslen muttered quietly to himself while testing the Elixirs with one of the Stability Testing Needles he brought back from the Elixir Refinement Hall.
Stable! Thank goodness.
This was his second refinement attempt since returning despondently from the Palace of Methods and Techniques. He had sadly found his previous attempt unstable, diminishing his already pitiful stash of Pseudo Spirit Plants further.
A helpless smile spread across his fair face.
I need to cultivate more Pseudo Spirit Plants quickly.
No wonder the Five Profound Elements Sect could continue to maintain its place among the Three Great Sect for so long, even with providing for such a ridiculous number of disciples. Theyre working the snot out of their talents!
Auslen had already done the math.
Each batch of five successfully refined Qi Refinement Elixirs was worth 225 Merit Points, 45 Merit Points per Elixir. Even if Auslen was successful once every day, only after six years and a bit more 10,000 Qi Refinement Elixirs would he obtain the bare minimum to purchase but the cheapest Heaven Tier Cultivation Method.
And that didnt include his failures.
As of now, he hadnt exploded a cauldron since last month. However, his stability success ratio was still a bit less than 50%. At the generous rate of one refinement attempt per hour, spending half of every day refining Spirit Elixirs would grant him only the wistful hope of meeting the tentative deadline hed set with his father!
Of course, Auslen had never once thought about how ridiculous it sounded for a seven-year-old to have expectations of achieving an endeavor of such magnitude. The vast majority of Outer Sect Disciples were struggling with the goal of purchasing merely an Earth Tier Method by the age of thirty! If he were to tell anyone else his thoughts of obtaining a Heaven Tier Cultivation Method before the age of 13, without outside sponsorship, most would have assumed him to be insane.
Auslen took a deep breath, and put away the Qi Refinement Elixirs. While he was at it, he circulated a few strands of Profound Qi, stimulating his body and refreshing his mindset before measuring his next set of ingredients.
Soft footsteps pattered right outside the cave abodes Refining Chamber. Auslen glanced over as urgent knocking sounds followed.
Come in.
Auslens eyes widened as he stared at Vincent, whose face was pale and breathing agitated. It appeared as though the teary-eyed boy had been terribly frightened by something.
But as soon as Auslen spotted the blood stains splattered across his gray robes, he jumped over the cauldron at once to land in front of Vincent.
Auslens sleeves flapped as he hastily maneuvered Vincents clothing around, checking for signs of injuries possibly hidden underneath the soft linen.
Relief replaced Auslens concern after confirming Vincents perfectly fine health. But a question still remained.
Where did the blood come from, if not from Vincent?
Vincent grabbed onto Auslens arm urgently. She she needs help!
Auslen stood underneath the shade of a redwood tree about 10 meters away from the bank of the brook, eyes closed and breathing soft while leaning against its large trunk. Fluttering in the wind, his loose golden hair brushed against Vincents face at times, who was sitting next to him, silver eyes occasionally shifting to the distant woman laying still.
Auslen glanced at Vincent. The boys perhaps overabundant concern for the unconscious figure was clear in Auslens eyes.
He understood Vincents thoughts, although he did not share them.
He was not a doctor, and he held no desire to become one. Like Vincent silently insinuated, Auslen indeed had multiple life-saving Mystic Artifacts, but he was not charitable.
This was not a peaceful world. Casually revealing your wealth to those stronger than you was equivalent to giving up the right to your agency. You could only hope that those saved would remain thankful and not grow greedy. If this were a more public venue, perhaps Auslen would not have minded. After all, it was only expected for a prince to have at least a few handy Low Grade Mystic Artifacts on hand.
As they were currently alone in an uninhabited section of the mountain, Auslen preferred that the Inner Sect woman with unknown strength remain incapacitated, even at the risk of her own life. Although the Outer Sect mountains had rules forbidding attacking fellow disciples outside of prescribed events, Auslen was never one to place his trust in rules and regulations.
But for a boy whose parents were killed with no one there to save them, who had always relied upon the assistance of others, Vincents actions of trying to selflessly help the injured woman were only reasonable.
Unfortunately, it was difficult for the kind-hearted and righteous to survive in the cultivation world for very long.
Auslen.
Auslen nearly jumped out of his skin from the sudden and intrusive voice transmission.
Feeling the warm amulet hanging under his robes, Auslen calmed down before Vincent could catch on his abnormal state of mind.
With a bit of Profound Qi, he felt an unseen connection forming between his Soul Force and the amulet.
Hello, Grandfather, Auslen replied. To what do I owe this unexpected, heart-stopping pleasure?
Whats your cousin doing right now?
Auslens brows furrowed. Hes watching a few of the Qi Refinement Tournaments Preliminary matches with our Mentor. Did something happen?
No, no. It's not that. Hes doing fine. I was just curious who little Nathan was conversing with just now.
Perplexed, Auslen chose not to question Tobias' reason for such an out-of-the-blue request at the moment. If it's nothing urgent, I'll have to ask him later. Im sort of busy right now.
Hmm? Is it serious?
Well Hold on.
Something flashed in Auslens peripheral. He raised his gaze towards the blue sky partially obstructed by the tree branches above.
However, Auslen still was able to glimpse the bright trail of silver light piercing towards their location like a sharp shooting star, the accompanying sound of shrieking metal growing louder. The beam of light tore through the canopy of leaves, finally stopping right beside the unconscious injured woman.
The brilliant silver aura broke away into motes of light, revealing a striking young man, standing tall upon a levitating silver sword. His eyebrows were like swords and his handsome face was spiritless, besides the occasional eerie twitch. However, his unbound, brunette hair, whipping and stabbing at the surrounding air like thousands of flexible swords, was a blatant indicator as to his hidden anger.
'No, his face isn't twitching...' Auslen realized.
Profound Qi revolved inside his golden eyes, anything within the span of 20 meters suddenly just as clear as if it were right in front of him.
It wasn't until then that he was sure.
The young man's expressions were actually alternating within those split seconds, each time settling into a seething grimace, bouncing to heartbreaking sadness before reverting back to vacancy.
This man is dangerous.
While Vincent rushed to stand, Auslen's pupils contracted.
They were supposed to send a simple patrol disciple, Auslen thought with annoyance while watching the man descending from his floating sword, his black layered robes billowing against the wind.
But instead, such an unstable Inner Sect Disciple from the Sword Controlling Peak has arrived.
Hair still flying wildly, the man removed his outer robe and bent down to the bloody woman. He gently covered her body before placing a white Spirit Pill into her mouth. The medicinal fragrance was so strong, Auslen could smell its intoxicating richness from over ten meters away, fresh floral notes cutting right through the overpowering smell of iron.
Sensing the unconscious womans breath stabilizing, the young man stood. The womans body then slowly levitated from the ground before gently landing in his outstretched arms.
Darting a glance towards Auslen, his gaze shifted, lingering for a few seconds on Vincents blood-stained servants robe.
He opened his thin lips to speak.