I Can Give Talents

Chapter 573: Chapter 573 - Newton

"That kid, from my understanding, isn’t one of your scholarly types. Why are you interested in him then?" Gandolf asked.

"Brother Gandolf. Are you pretending not to know?" The middle-aged scholar tilted his head slightly.

Am I supposed to know everything that happens? I’m not a Diviner! Gandolf complained inwardly.

"I really don’t know," Gandolf shook his head.

"Your successor has the greatest Spiritual Cultivation talent I’ve ever seen in my life," the middle-aged scholar explained. "As the one leading this project for our continent, how can I miss such a talent?"

Gandolf blinked. The greatest Spiritual Cultivation talent? What was that even supposed to mean?

"I really don’t know what you’re talking about. What is Spiritual Cultivation?" he questioned.

The middle-aged scholar almost lost his balance and fell from the sky upon hearing this.

"Brother Gandolf, are you serious?" He quickly regained his composure.

"I’m serious. What is that?" Gandolf replied plainly.

"It’s one of our continent’s major projects. It’s been going on for quite a while already. How can you not know about it?" the middle-aged scholar asked, still stunned.

"I’m in charge of our continent’s security. Why would I bother with what you scholars are doing? I’m already busy enough as it is," Gandolf retorted.

The middle-aged scholar was completely dumbfounded.

He had come here believing that Gandolf was fully aware of the project. Was it all just a misunderstanding?

"You used to fight a formidable Spiritual Cultivator."

"I did?" Gandolf looked confused.

"Demoness Cocolia. Don’t you remember? Are you that old already? Is it dementia?"

"Huh? Her? Wasn’t she a spiritual sense specialist..."

Gandolf suddenly paused, finally noticing the problem.

The middle-aged scholar also realized what was going on.

This old fart... Just how outdated are you?

"...Ahem... We call them Spiritual Cultivators now? When did you change the term?" Gandolf asked, looking slightly embarrassed.

"It’s been over a hundred years already. When was the last time you visited the headquarters?" the middle-aged scholar asked.

If Gandolf had visited the headquarters, he would have already known about all the important changes that had taken place across the continent. But clearly, he hadn’t. At least not in recent times.

"Ahem... At least two hundred years ago, I think." Gandolf replied awkwardly.

The middle-aged scholar facepalmed.

A few seconds later, he raised his head and asked, "You didn’t even bother to visit after last year’s worldwide announcement? That was a huge event, you know."

"I told you, I’m only in charge of the continent’s security. Why should I care about all that? Complicated things like connecting the continents or whatever, that’s your job, not mine." Gandolf complained irritably.

"Do you know why no dangerous demonic beasts come barging into your place and blowing up your research facilities? We security guys make your peaceful lives possible."

"Alright, alright. Calm down, Brother Gandolf. I get it. I get it." The middle-aged scholar knew better than to rile him up any further.

It was true.

Protectors like Gandolf had been safeguarding the continent for countless years. From time to time, terrifying demonic beasts from beyond the continent would attempt to invade, whether from the sea or the skies, and it was the Protectors who eliminated those threats.

Without them constantly neutralizing those dangers, the scholars and researchers would never have been able to develop their knowledge in peace.

"Are you saying Leyvi has exceptional talent to become a Spiritual Sense Specialist?" Gandolf returned to the topic, stroking his long white beard. "Well, he does have an abnormally large spiritual sense range."

He had witnessed it himself with his ocular technique back when they first met. That was why he had become interested in the young man in the first place. But he knew that alone did not make someone a true Spiritual Sense Specialist.

And as far as he knew, Leyvi was an expert at exploding Qi. He was basically a walking bomb. When exactly did he become a Spiritual Sense Specialist?

"They’re called Spiritual Cultivators now," the middle-aged scholar corrected gently. "It is a proper, separate cultivation system."

Gandolf responded by rolling his eyes. Who cares about the new name!

"Take a look at this," the scholar said as he flicked a jade slip toward Gandolf.

Gandolf caught it easily between two fingers. He stroked his long white beard once before extending his spiritual sense into the jade slip.

Immediately, a recording of Leyvi showcasing his Spiritual Pressure with Kajol began to play.

A small smile formed on Gandolf’s face. "That is an impressive spiritual pressure for his cultivation level. I can see why you are interested in him."

"Just keep watching," the middle-aged scholar said.

Gandolf did not respond and continued observing the recording. Hmm? Is he chanting something? What exactly is he doing?

As he waited to see what would happen next, Gandolf suddenly noticed someone familiar in the video.

Isn’t that the Caterina girl? Why is she there too?

Then the moment came. Leyvi’s aura erupted, and his head began shining with a brilliant golden light.

"This!" Gandolf stood up abruptly.

The memory of that time came rushing back to him. The terrifying devilish woman who was always chanting, surrounded by that brilliant golden light that cast fear into everyone’s hearts as she unleashed her devastating power.

There was no doubt about it. What Leyvi had done was exactly the same as her, only without the terrifying and malevolent feeling.

Once Leyvi fell to his knee in exhaustion, the recording stopped. Gandolf then raised his head and asked seriously.

"You have studied Demoness Cocolia’s power for a long time, so I assume you can make an accurate judgment. Can he become as powerful as her?"

"Absolutely! No. In fact, there is a very high chance he can even surpass her!" The middle-aged scholar appeared very excited. "You can trust me on this, Brother Gandolf."

When he had first investigated Leyvi and discovered that he was Gandolf’s potential successor, he had assumed that this old man had secretly taken a copy of the Spiritual Cultivation manual from the headquarters and raised Leyvi as a Spiritual Cultivator for his own amusement.

He had made that assumption because Gandolf had a tendency to do such things in the past. But it turned out he had done nothing of the sort.

If that was the case, then the rumor that Leyvi had come into contact with Spiritual Cultivation during the Mystic Realm expedition must be true. Meaning, he had only been learning it for a few years.

To be able to enter the Zenith State in just six minutes with only a few years of practice showed that Leyvi was an even greater genius than he had thought. How could he not be excited?

Gandolf played with his long white beard for a few seconds before he finally spoke.

"To tell you the truth, he isn’t my successor yet," he said. "I have never talked to him directly, and he doesn’t even know he has been chosen by me. I simply like the kid, so I gave him the privileges a candidate could have. I let him do whatever he wants. Newton, if you want him, you can persuade him yourself."

He decided to come clean.

His envoy had reported to him that Bara City had been doing extremely well ever since Leyvi took over. Even though it was mostly his wife who managed everything, it still showed that Leyvi is capable of choosing the right people.

So even though Gandolf had barely ever met him in person, his favorability toward Leyvi kept growing higher and higher.

If Leyvi truly had such incredible potential, then he naturally would not want to hold him back. Leyvi could follow Newton if he wanted to.

"Really? You haven’t even talked to him directly?" Newton asked, clearly not expecting this situation. "Brother Gandolf, your method is truly unconventional."

"Tch. Leave me alone. I do what I want," Gandolf replied. "Remember, I like this kid a lot. Don’t use any tricks to recruit him. If he refuses, don’t force him. Understand?"

"Haha! Don’t be like that, Brother Gandolf," Newton said with a laugh. "I’m a scholar, not a scammer. But I’ll keep your words in mind."

"Hmm... Anything else?" Gandolf asked.

"Actually, that’s all. I only came here to ask for your permission. Now that my objective has been achieved, I’ll take my leave." Newton gave a polite bow before floating away through the same path he had arrived.

The parted clouds slowly drifted back together, returning to their original state.

Gandolf remained where he was, absentmindedly stroking his beard.

After several moments, a smile formed on his face.

"Hohoho! As expected of me. It turns out my eye for talent is unmatched! Hmm... Maybe I should go down and spend some time finding and nurturing a few talents myself?" Gandolf suddenly felt the urge.

Usually, he would have ignored an impulse like this.

But this time, he decided to follow it.

In the future, he would look back on this exact moment and realize that it had been one of the best decisions of his life.

This seemingly random and silly decision would ultimately become the door that allowed him to ascend to the next level.

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