Primordial Chaos Dragon Tower: Harem System - Chapter 432

Chapter 432: Suspecting Him

“Wow, she is in the middle of the 6th Tier. What a monster.” The pillar showed a dull brown color with the marker in the middle of it, showing that Elaine was a medium 6th Tier soul cultivator.

“She isn’t known as the genius among the seven for nothing.”

“You are right. She is indeed talented. With this soul strength, she wouldn’t struggle much concocting even Tier 5 pills.”

“That is true. Most Pill Grandmasters I know only have soul strength sitting at the peak of the 5th stage, and they even have decent purity under their belt.

This young lady has a great future ahead of her.”

Her praises were being sung as she moved away from the pillar, looking toward Kent for a moment before she turned away.

A few more went after her until it reached Annabelle, the disciple of the Poison Wicked Witch. She moved toward the pillar with confident strides.

She is a prideful lady who, thanks to her master’s influence, was able to abuse her power over the years. She had caused harm to many and even went as far as suppressing many, thanks to her master’s position.

So while many would want to cheer her on, nobody wanted to get noticed by her.

Of course, there are a few influential figures who would want to get to know her and cheer her on, but she is just too scary.

Annabelle placed her hand on the pillar and channeled her energy. Like Elaine, the first four lit up and quickly moved to the sixth. However, hers stopped at the beginner stage of the sixth tier.

She could only sigh and let go of the pillar before moving away. After a while, Kent’s turn came.

“Isn’t that the kid who fought with the Evil Sect?” one person asked.

“Indeed. I learned he had cursed Evil Bat, making him run and hide—”

“Shush, do you want your entire family wiped out? This is the Evil Sect we are talking about.” Before the person could finish his words, his friend stopped him.

“If he is still walking, then why can’t I be the same?” Naturally, the person was trying to be arrogant, considering that the words that the Evil Sect had closed its doors for a while now had reached everyone.

Kent made them bleed really hard, so watching him approach the pillar was a sign of respect.

“I never knew he was also an alchemist.”

“One can never know everything. Such a handsome youngster was able to shake the hearts of many; being an alchemist shouldn’t be shocking at all.”

Kent placed his hand on the pillar, and the first three lights lit up, followed by the fourth and fifth almost at the same time. Kent wanted to keep it casual, so the moment he entered the sixth, it stopped moving.

This placed him right below Annabelle, something he wanted to do. Of course, he could feel the eyes landing on him the moment he pulled back.

These people are alchemists.

They dedicated their entire lives to alchemy, so for a swordsman to swoop in and measure higher than them is already an insult to them.

Kent could only smile in his head.

He even sensed the hardening gazes coming from the Pill Saints. This made him wonder why they were looking at him that way. But since they aren’t directing any intent toward him, he also didn’t pay much attention to them.

But that was their first mistake.

Those gazes he felt weren’t normal, so he knew deep within him, even though he didn’t want to admit it, that the Saints weren’t all friendly.

Then again, who was he kidding? He had just humiliated the disciples of the Pill Saints, so naturally, they would take offense.

Kent just ignored them and went to sit in one corner.

In the audience, Nara and Lady Lani smiled, watching the sour expressions on the faces of the geniuses who expected to compete among themselves.

They never expected Kent to be this awesome, breaking their momentum just like that.

But this also started calling into question what his true identity was.

Some started attributing him to the Perfect Alchemist. They think he is the Perfect Alchemist, which isn’t far-fetched.

Aside from Kent, who could be considered ordinary, the rest are renowned up-and-coming alchemists. And since they knew they weren’t good enough to be the Perfect Alchemist, they started to suspect Kent.

“This may be a long stretch, but I think he might be the Perfect Alchemist,” a man in an expensive garment said.

Looking at him, one could already tell he was after the Perfect Alchemist, and that was why he came to that conclusion.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Veyne. How can a mere swordsman be the Perfect Alchemist? Sword King Shawn is a swordsman, but I learned his soul strength is already at the Tier 8 stage.

Just because he has stronger soul strength doesn’t mean he is the Perfect Alchemist. Don’t make a fool of yourself.”

Another figure spoke, making the head of the Veyne noble family smirk.

“Kross, you’ve always underestimated people. Why, are you mad that he surpassed your son? You don’t want to believe he is that good in your eyes.

Maybe instead of looking down on people, you should train your wards to match up to their standards.”

Kross Hinks, the head of the Kross noble family from the Athea Kingdom, gritted his teeth but didn’t say anything.

He knew what Veyne said was indeed true. Kent could actually be the Perfect Alchemist. But thinking about it made him want to claw his face off.

To him, his son Lucas, the disciple of Pill Saint Desmond, was the genius. He was a good father who believed in his son, but a deluded one who thought his son was better than everyone else.

After a few minutes, the last of the 62 who tested their soul strength was tested. Five couldn’t reach the required level, so they wouldn’t be joining the second trial.

“Congratulations to every last one of you. The next test will start shortly. Kindly make your way toward that room and sit based on the number on the tag given to you.”