The talentless sect master chosen by the system Chapter 63: Chapter 63 Path of a Diviner

After Nightin left the Clear Blue city, he made his way towards the city about two hundred miles away from his current location. With his cultivation, it was a journey which will take him up to half a day to cover the distance.

Soon, he landed on the ground and made his way into the Vermilion city. This was a city well known for having experts of all nine professions gathered here, including some hidden professions which few people know of.

Nightin walked up to a nearby shop and bought a map and opened it up. The city he was in was divided into nine districts with respect to the nine professions.

The nine professions are respectively known as: Alchemist, Forgist, Array Master, Charmist, Mechanist, Magist, Beast Summoners, Soul Oracle and last but not least poison masters.

Nightin has many times asked himself one question ever since he started to climb up "Should I step onto the path of dual professions?"

In the past, he would hesitate and decide to pursue the sword path further on, he didn't want to get distracted. But now, he realised his weakness compared to others, it was his innate talent. In order to compensate for it, stepping onto the path of an alchemist would be the best choice.

While it's true that the Firestorm body of his may prove to be unmatched and even top tier in the upper realm, if he were to break through the chains one day, his talent would stop him from advancing and further, he needed more than just chances.

Walking into the alchemist hall, he was about to apply for permission to read the theory books when an old man called for him "Young lad, are you interested in the path of a Diviner?"

Nightin ignored him and continued walking ahead, only to be asked the same question "Young lad, are you interested in the path of a Diviner?"

Nightin turned back this time and questioned the old man, slight irritation could be heard in his voice "What is it that you want? Money, food or cultivation resources?"

The old man broke out into laughter as he revealed his remaining two white teeth and said "Is that seriously what you think I'm asking about?"

Nightin chased on, his tone much harsher this time as he threatened "Don't force me to make a move, even if it's in a public area, I would still have the courage to take action."

Nightin may be someone who doesn't like to pick trouble, but if someone decides to step on his tail, he wouldn't mind fighting back regardless of the consequences.

The old man walked away as he supported himself with a regular wooden cane which can be found anywhere and said "Follow me if you want to know the reason why I'm bothering you of all people."

The old man's figure started to drift out of Nightin's view among the crowd, he seemed to have absolute confidence that Nightin will follow him as his deductions proved him right.

Nightin chased after the old man and arrived beside him in a flash, Nightin expected the old man to lead him somewhere near, yet it was actually towards the nearest mountain two miles from here.

Two miles may be a short distance to him, but it would take a long period of time if he were to follow the pace of the old man.

Nightin wasn't willing to waste time by following the old man and impatiently asked "Are we seriously going to walk at this pace throughout the journey? The sun would have set down by then."

The old man kept his poker face and replied in a deep voice "Young lad, learn to calm your mind down. Look around you and appreciate the beauty of nature as you immerse yourself in this serene environment."

Nightin wanted to rebut, but the old man placed a finger on his lips and shut him up with a low shush.

Nightin knew that it was pointless to argue back and reluctantly did as told. When he opened his eyes once again, the same scenery brought him a refreshing feeling.

The maple leaves on this road brought about a cooling feeling as they slide across the ground and fall. The cold wind breezed past his face which made his body shudder for a moment, but it gave him a peace of mind.

Soon, he felt the firestorm within his body flaring up as they went on a calm rampage within his body. Pain? All he felt was a string of energy filled with life force within his body as his Life sword left his body.

Unknown to the current him, the old man beside him was shaking in both excitement and anticipation as he subconsciously mumbled "How could his potential be this great..."

When Nightin opened his eyes once again, he could feel the barrier towards the Martial Lord realm loosening up, he just needed that one final strike to split it open and step into a brand new world.

Within his life sword, a spark of fire had been lit up as it brought about new life. Nightin turned to look at the old man beside him and said with respect "Thank your senior for your assistance. May I know where you chose me out of all people?"

"Shhh, You'll know the answer soon enough once we arrive at our destination." Passing through the walkway, they arrived at the foot of the mountain before sunset.

Circling to the back of the mountain, the old man placed his palm on a part of the mountain and a entrance appeared in front of them.

Walking down the stairs which were dimly lighted up by flare torches, they arrived at what seems like a chamber filled with nothing but bookshelves.

There were around thousands of bookshelves with a few hundred theory books on each, adding up to hundreds of thousands of them, this was only the first of the nine sections on top of it. The total number of books here, could very well exceed that of a million.

The old man walked up to what seems like a stone platform to Nightin, on the rectangular top of it was a magic circle. Taking out a small pocket knife from his trousers, he lazily made a small cut on his finger, allowing a drop of blood to drip onto the magic circle.

"Whirr! Whirr!" The magic circle vibrated and gave off a low constant sound which reverberated within the chamber, the magic circle radiated with a holy glow, so bright that it blinded Nightin's eyes.

When Nightin opened his eyes again after a short eternity, ancient texts and runes were the first things that flashed in his vision. The old man then started to explain "I'm just a mortal with probably only seven years of my lifespan left. Ever since I was young, I had been searching for an answer, the method of cultivation as a mortal."

"Ever since three years ago, I've already given up on that far fetched hope and decided to enjoy life, until you somehow caught my eye. For someone with your age, cultivation and aura, it doesn't make sense for you to be this weak unless you have low innate talent."

Nightin kept calm on the surface, but he understood that the mortal standing before him isn't simple, he had wisdom which no mortal should own, if he becomes a cultivator, his future would be a grand path already laid out.

"Old man, just what is it that you want?" Nightin was starting to feel himself releasing killing intent towards the old man, a mortal which should have no ties with the likes of him.

He himself was shocked, he actually felt threatened by a mortal, is that even possible?

"I remember telling you that I want you to step onto the path of a Diviner, to help me make a body constitution that suits me only."

Nightin's body shuddered when he heard this, changing someone's body constitution is an extinct method ever since the Ancient era and yet he has a chance right now. What if he could change both his and his disciples talent?

Even though their talent might be top notch in the lower realm and of first class in the upper realm, what would they be when they shatter through space on that fateful day? Now, the key to open up the chest of hope has been found, they just needed to find the hidden chest.

Gradually, the old man began to explain to Nightin about what a Diviner should be capable of and what are the reasons for becoming one.

As a Diviner, he should know all the theory for all the nine professions, only when his knowledge is qualified for the first stage of the nine professions, would he be able to advance to the first stage of a Diviner. The most difficult thing however is that, they would have to be capable of applying their theory to visual practical situations.

Visual practical situations refers to the person, being able to apply his theory and get others to implement it without doing so himself. After that will be the second step where they'll have to condense all the knowledge together themselves to find the best method for each individual, only after reaching the river will they cross naturally and step onto the next stage.

When that time comes, he would be able to make for anyone a copper level body constitution, by the time he hits the third stage, even creating a gold rank body constitution for someone would be possible. This applies to mortals as well, the only problem is that it's resource consuming which stops him from doing so just because he wants to.

Nightin had one ambition at this point, to help all his disciples stand above others when it comes to innate talent, that would be the first step of development to ruling the cultivation world. If his disciples cultivate faster than others, they wouldn't have to worry about their future lacking manpower, they would only grow stronger and stronger.

Nightin got down on his knees and respectfully said "Disciple Nightin pays respect to master." After that, he kowtowed three times as a form of respect to his master, the old man before standing up.

The old man smiled and laughed out loud "Hahahaha finally, I've waited for this day all my life. I'll be honest in telling you that I'm only at the second stage of theory for all the nine professions, only my alchemist theory is at the third level."

Nightin didn't know what to say at this time, the old man clearly didn't have the interest to study these theories, not to mention that he's only a mortal with slow comprehension speed, such a feat could only be described as peerless.

If the old man was a cultivator and has their comprehension and reading speed, he might already be at the grandmaster level for all the nine recognised professions, becoming a person who everyone will respect.

The old man continued "My future doesn't lay on the extinct path of a Diviner either, I only want to be someone who can immerse myself in the path of guidance."

"Path of guidance?" Nightin asked the old man right after he was done speaking.

"Yes, the path of guidance means that I'll be someone who focuses on teaching and guiding others to improve." The old man could sense that Nightin was merely asking out of curiosity and thus answered without giving much thought into it.

His only disciple in the meantime, was thinking to himself "He would be a great addition to my sect! How should I trick him into entering?"

Soon, Nightin started on his training to become a Diviner. Climbing up the ladder in the most relaxing method ever.

Chapter end