The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 820

Having witnessed his talent in refining elixirs, Fitch, Len, and Lind knew that Austin would eventually be a pill refiner in their sect.

Besides, their recommendation would greatly aid him in his application to be a disciple of the Magic Hand Sect.

The three were quick to befriend Austin as they recognized the advantage of being his accomplice.

'When Austin becomes a pill refiner, I can ask him to refine elixirs for me, ' the three thought with thrill.

However, Austin knew what they were up to. Yet, he smiled and agreed to them.

The rest nine applicants stood aside, throwing glares at Austin with utmost hatred and jealousy.

"Find a place for Marsh.

I will fill several Elders in on his application for a disciple position,"  Foster instructed Fitch.

Fitch, Len, and Lind were satisfied with their plan and excited to see the results.

After securing everything, Foster turned around and intended to walk away.

"Fitch, you bastard! I asked you to find me two refinery assistants.

How did it go? I need them right now."

A loud voice resounded abruptly, and a tall man suddenly appeared at the square.

He was a white-haired old man whose nose was red and face unquestionably wrinkled.

The second he turned up, the smell of alcohol reeking from his body penetrated everyone's nose.

"Hello, Elder Drew," Foster, Fitch, Len, and Lind greeted respectfully.

Foster's decision to leave the place was halted and together with Fitch, Len, and Lind, he walked to the old man.

"Where is my refinery assistants, Fitch? Two days have passed, but I haven't heard anything from you.

I need to see them right now," the old man demanded.

He unexpectedly nabbed Fitch, holding him by the collar.

Fitch seemed to be really afraid of the old man. Smiling nervously, he hurried to explain, "I'm on it, Elder Drew. I would never dare to slack."

Upon seeing that, Austin immediately knew that the old man was an important person in the Magic Hand Sect.

Judging by the vital energy emanating from the elder, Austin was horrified to learn that his cultivation base was one level higher than Master Realm.

'He is an Astral Realm master, ' he exclaimed to himself in disbelief.

Although the compelling energy flowed significantly, he couldn't tell which stage the old man had reached.

Moreover, it was Austin's first time to meet a cultivator of the Astral Realm, and he was kind of scared.

After all, he hadn't come to the Magic Hand Sect to just be a disciple.

Hearing Fitch's brief answer, Drew let go of his collar.

He then turned his gaze to the applicants and shortly surveyed them.

Austin, who was standing in front of Foster and Fitch, caught Elder Drew's attention.

The old man watched Austin intently, and after a couple of seconds, his eyes lit up.

"This guy is not from our sect. He is here to apply as my refinery assistant, I guess.

Did he pass the three rounds of evaluation?" Drew asked, pointing at Austin.

Fitch and the others grew anxious and alert at the sudden question.

"Yes. Marsh is applying for the assistant position," Fitch replied instantly.

He then moved closer to Drew and reported Austin's excellent performance during the evaluation.

After hearing his report, Drew became more interested in Austin. He observed the young man from his toe up to his head, throwing sharp glances at him.

Under Drew's gaze, Austin felt that his heart dwindled in total fear.

It was like the old man was prying into his heart, and all his secrets had been exposed.

"What an interesting guy.

You seem to have so many secrets," Drew said knowingly while sizing up Austin.

A grin flashed across his face as he recognized his effect on the young lad.

Austin got flustered upon hearing his words.