I am just a mortal, why do you all worship me as a saint?

Chapter 472: This young man is extraordinary!

Chapter 472: This young man is extraordinary!

It seemed that several people had already been rejected by the old cultivator, and their faces were all crestfallen.

Gu Heng could understand their feelings.

After all, in this world, the survival of mortals depends entirely on luck. Becoming a cultivator is the first step to being able to control one's own destiny with strength. If one can't even get started, then there will definitely be no hope for the future.

"...You're not talented enough, next one."

The old monk took the pulse of a burly man, and after a short while, he waved his hand, driving the man away.

But the burly man seemed unconvinced. He was convinced he had a talent for cultivation and continued to linger, saying, "Master Daoist, please take a closer look. With this physique, I could easily carry an ox! How could I not be able to—"

"boom!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was struck in the abdomen as if by a heavy hammer, and flew out, knocking down a few thinner guys in the process.

"Get out of my way! You're getting in my way, or you'll face the death penalty!"

The old cultivator glanced at them coldly.

The burly man clutched his stomach, too weak to even get up. He could only lie on the ground and quickly leave. A few others who had initially been interested in watching the spectacle immediately shrank back and wandered off.

They didn't want to anger the old man; losing face was secondary, losing their lives was the real concern.

That old man is too ruthless.

Moreover, he didn't even move an inch, yet he sent that burly, muscular man flying backward like a broken rag doll...

Without a doubt, this was a cultivator's method that these mortals couldn't understand! "No, next one."

The old monk felt the pulse of another young man, then impatiently chased him away. Clearly, the burly man's experience had left a deeper impression, so this time the young man who was told he couldn't do it left immediately.

"This godforsaken place is full of useless people, none of them are promising, sigh..."

The old monk sighed deeply and muttered to himself for a long time, clearly quite disappointed.

His job was truly thankless and exhausting.

It's true that the Eastern Frontier Alliance needs to recruit promising newcomers, train them, and then fight against the demon army, but the newcomers they really need are not the ones he is responsible for.

What merit or ability does he possess? He's just a Nascent Soul stage old gold coin, and we don't even know when he'll be exposed. How could he possibly be sent to recruit those new talents with huge potential?

Moreover, can you really find a truly promising genius in a place like this?

Those geniuses, even if there are any undiscovered ones, have definitely been recruited by people personally sent out by several extraordinary forces. A rogue cultivator like him, who acts like a fortune teller, raising a flag and setting up a stall wherever he goes, has absolutely no chance of achieving anything.

All I can say is that it's just for show, enough to make up for the salary the Eastern Frontier Alliance pays me.

However, it's not to say that these people are really rubbish.

But after testing dozens of people, he found that everyone's foundation was very weak. Some had fragile meridians, others had weak dantian, and their Dao roots were also poor. Some were even so poor that they couldn't even do the most basic Qi-guiding...

To be honest, recruiting and training such people would be a waste of money, and sending them to fight against the demon race is even more of a pipe dream.

Instead of doing something charitable, I'd rather encourage them to give up their unrealistic fantasies and go about their business.

At least, staying here in the rear should ensure our safety. "...Next."

After the old cultivator finished speaking, Gu Heng stepped forward.

Gu Heng's idea was simple: he was definitely a cultivator himself, but all he needed to do was use this old cultivator to figure out what level of cultivation he was at. That would be enough.

As for actually working for the Dongjiang Alliance?

Ha, forget it. Why not just enjoy a good life instead of going off to do something so reckless and selfless?

Please take a look.

Gu Heng stood in front of the old cultivator. The old cultivator slowly raised his eyes, glanced at him a few times, and then took Gu Heng's pulse. However, he released his hand after only a short time.

"No, next one."

Another pure "mortal" has arrived.

The old cultivator had seen this kind of person before. He only needed to feel the pulse to detect that the person was completely ordinary, without any Dao roots, and could be described as the most standard mortal, a mortal with no possibility of cultivation.

The ones mentioned above can all be described as having extremely low talent and flaws.

The one in front of me has no talent whatsoever, let alone any flaws or differences in ability.

But Gu Heng refused to accept this.

He can't?

how can that be possible!

The system had unlocked the "cultivation function" for him, so even if he was just starting out and was completely mediocre, he certainly wouldn't be rated as "incompetent".

Unless the system deceives him, which is why the system does many things to affect his mindset, it will never deceive him.

Since he could cultivate, it meant he truly could, and his talent shouldn't be lacking. The system hadn't treated him unfairly, but… Gu Heng didn't dare say his talent was truly exceptional. "Old sir, are you mistaken? How could my talent be lacking?"

Gu Heng quickly retorted.

The people around immediately took a few steps back, because they knew that this stubborn guy was about to be sent flying and end up eating dirt, so it was best to stay away to avoid getting hurt.

But what happened next was a bit strange... The old cultivator simply looked up and stared at Gu Heng without doing anything.

Those around who had expected a good show were stunned. Gu Heng was a little unsure of himself because he didn't know if he would be knocked away like the previous guy. The old cultivator himself was completely dumbfounded.

what happened?

Why did his Dao power vibration have no effect on this mortal?

indeed.

When Gu Heng questioned him, the old cultivator didn't even think about it and wanted to knock this ungrateful mortal away. However, when his Dao power was applied to him, there was no reaction at all!

It vanished completely, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

How is this going?

"Could it be that he really has the aptitude for cultivation?"

The old monk's eyes widened, his gaze flickering.

Even cultivation talent is divided into different levels. The most extraordinary talents, such as those born with a certain cultivation physique or blessed by good fortune, are already "cultivating" from the moment they are born, only they are unaware of it.

However, some talents that are too powerful cannot be easily discerned.

At the very least, it's absolutely impossible to do that using only the so-called pulse-sensing method.

The old monk's heart immediately jumped.

If this mortal before him truly possesses some kind of top-tier cultivation talent that he cannot discern... then wouldn't recruiting him into the Eastern Frontier Alliance be a monumental achievement?!

Moreover, the old cultivator felt that this young man was probably no longer a "mortal"!