The Castellan flicked his fingers, instantly appearing in what seemed to be a dusty old library. The IE station had many libraries, but this was the oldest of them all. Dating back to the very construction of the station, this library housed the most important information to be saved in case of an overwhelming invasion. Because of this, there was a person on his level always posted here.
Aptly named "Library-0", it was not present on any records that could be accessed by the majority of the members. Even its location was known only to a select few.
"Lets skip the small talk. You wouldn't come here unless you needed something."
At some point of time, an old man with a beard almost to his knees had appeared behind the Castellan. As he was ruminating on the history of this library, the old man had spoken these words in a deep voice.
"I need a cultivation technique personally modified by you for a disciple. State your price.", the Castellan said, turning around.
"Same as always. A cup of that ambrosia you treasure so much.", answered the old man without a pause.
"Venerable Scholar, having studied cultivation techniques for thousands of years, you are the most qualified one for important tasks like these. The disciple I have in mind is in dire need of a personally tailored technique which can bring out his strengths. How-"
"Cut the crap. You know very well that praising me will do nothing. At our level, there is even no need for talking about potential. Both of us have many disciples with talent reaching the heavens. So, there is no reason why I would do such a taxing thing for your disciple instead of mine. Either pay the price or forget about it.", said the old man, raising his hand and interrupting the Castellan.
This man was known as Venerable Scholar. Like the Castellan, he belonged to the class of people who had stood with IE since the very beginning. But unlike the Castellan, his was a name given by someone else due to his high proficiency in studying cultivation techniques.
Aptly put, he was the most knowledgeable man in terms of cultivation techniques that ever existed in the history of mankind. One of his specialties was being able to study an initiate and tailor a technique which would pave the most efficient way forward. Each and every initiate for which he had done so had at least reached the Legend level. This was also one of his offers when looking to take in a disciple.
"That's just the thing. This disciple's talent crosses the heavens and stretches into the starry skies. Remember the 3 year training that you designed for wishers? I daresay he will break all the records set on it. I can definitely say he will surpass that disciple you are so proud of easily."
A sharp light appeared in the Scholar's eyes as he said, "Castellan, I know what you are trying to do. You want me to bet that your disciple is better than mine." The temperature appeared to be rising in the room as a glowering look started to appear on the old man's face.
The Castellan spread his arms and replied, "You said it. Do you dare to bet? If my disciple fails, I am willing to give you all of the ambrosia I have collected in the last 20,000 years."
A mild look of shock could be seen on the Scholar's face after hearing this. "All of it? I know just how much it took to collect it.Don't only 1 in 1000 asteroids have the necessary materials? And they are so well hidden that each needs to be personally checked. I don't even need to begin on the thousand year long purification process. You are this confident in your disciple?"
The Castellan nodded, waiting for the Scholar to make a decision.
After a bit of time, the old man replied, "Very well. The least I can do for my disciple is have confidence in him and give him the chance to earn that ambrosia. It could very well catapult him at least a level forward and set a strong foundation for his body. I accept your bet." Saying so, he stretched out his hand.
The Castellan reached forward and shook it. He had never been a poor judge of talent.
Now, it was all in Lance's hands.