Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

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Cultivation knows no years.

In a blink of an eye, nearly a month had passed.

Chu Yuan, after secretly protecting his grand-disciple for nearly a month, finally relaxed.

He discovered that Di Wusheng didn't need his protection at all.

This guy, truly lived up to the name of a Great Fortune Bearer.

Walking all the way down from Misty Mountain, he hadn't encountered any danger.

Passing through the forest, he picked a fruit that astonishingly elevated his cultivation a whole major realm. Accidentally falling off a cliff, he obtained some unknown legacy. After coming out, his cultivation rapidly soared again...

This month's journey was like having cheats enabled.

It was an eye-opener for Chu Yuan.

If there were indeed a Child of Destiny in this world, he felt it could be none other than Di Wusheng.

Such an existence being his disciple made Chu Yuan extremely happy.

In just a month's time, he had grown to such an extent.

Given more time, who knows what heights he might reach.

However, Chu Yuan no longer felt the need to continue protecting him.

He found that Di Wusheng simply didn't need his protection.

He could manage on his own.

That terrifying fortune was just too hard to beat.

So, after a month of protection,

Chu Yuan decisively chose to leave, letting Di Wusheng go on his own way.

Chu Yuan's departure was also out of necessity.

There was still some time before the Sect's assessment.

But not much.

He had to go meet with Chi Jia and prepare on that front,

just in case there were any issues with Chi Jia.

Chu Yuan headed towards the Haoran Academy in Jingzhou.

Di Wusheng continued on his 'protagonist's path'.

...

Zhongzhou.

In the midst of an ancient and vast clearing, countless people were swarming in, entering this open area.

Upon entering the clearing, all of them felt a strong curiosity about it.

The reason being that this clearing had quite the background.

It was an ancient battlefield.

Legends told that immortals had fallen here, and thus the battlefield was also known as the Fallen Immortal Ruins.

Left behind after the battle, it was originally a place of great opportunity, but those opportunities had already been divided up long ago, leaving behind nothing but a seemingly useless expanse.

Yet, numerous traces on the ground still fully showcased its historical significance.

On certain special days, one could even hear the battle cries of countless mighty warriors who once fought here.

This special clearing was now being requisitioned.

It was to serve as the venue for the grand competition of all sects.

It was a necessity.

Normally, the grand competition of all sects was an event led by the Cultivators Alliance.

Now that the Cultivators Alliance was no more, the event had to be organized by the several Hidden Sects of Zhongzhou in cooperation with Su Xi's Imperial Alliance.

The Hidden Sects of Zhongzhou represent one of the strongest forces of the Human Race.

And Su Xi's Imperial Alliance, indirectly, could be considered a representative of the Hidden Sect of the East State, Sect Without Dao.

After all, Su Xi was a legacy of the Sect Without Dao, and the Imperial Alliance also recognized the Sect Without Dao as its ancestral home.

Barely qualifying as a representative of the Sect Without Dao, the number one power in Divinity Continent.

Under the call of these most powerful forces,

this year's grand competition was exceptionally lively.

Countless prodigies joined the battle, wishing to secure a good ranking in this fight.

Hopeful as they were, when they found out that Ye Luo, Zhang Han, Su Qianyuan, Dantai Luoxue, Su Xi, Divine Doctor Hua, Si Yue, and other disciples of the Sect Without Dao were also entering the fray, their morale exploded.

"What's the point of fighting this? Are Ye Luo and his group even considered part of the younger generation? With their high cultivation levels, except for those involving immortals, who could possibly be their match?"

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"How can these people have the nerve to call themselves the younger generation??"

"Hilarious, these old farts still claiming to be the young ones? Each one with a cultivation that reaches the heavens—calling themselves the young generation, if these people are the young generation, what's the point of me practicing the sword? I might as well go home and commit sudoku with a sword..."

"Ahem, as far as I know, Lord Ye Jian and Zhang Zhensheng, they really are part of the younger generation. Their bone ages are not even a hundred..."

"Bone ages not even a hundred? I'm two hundred and thirty this year, in the late stage of the Golden Core Realm, is there any hope for me?"

"..."

These prodigies all let out cries of maniacal dismay.

In the end, the news reached the ears of Ye Luo and the others.

Ye Luo and his companions were also embarrassed beyond belief.

They had no choice but to withdraw from the competition, leaving it to Su Xi, Divine Doctor Hua, and Si Yue to fight on their behalf.

The four of them, having participated before, would not join this time.

Only by doing so were they able to somewhat stem the collapse of these prodigies' fighting spirits.

But it didn't help much.

The prodigies all knew that Su Xi was the leader of the Imperial Alliance, one of the organizers of the grand competition.

Divine Doctor Hua was even the mysterious master of the Huangquan Sect...

These beings were simply not on the same level as them.

But they could no longer say anything.

After all, when the esteemed Sect Without Dao had made such concessions, what more could they say?

They could only grudgingly vie for third place.

First and second place were left to Su Xi and Divine Doctor Hua.

As for Si Yue?

Si Yue was forgotten by them.

Compared to the numerous disciples of the Sect Without Dao.

This uncompetitive Si Yue was easily overlooked.

This time was no exception.

Si Yue was forgotten again.

The myriad prodigies started preparing to contend for third place.

...

At the edge of the clearing, a newly constructed platform had been erected.

At this very moment.

Ye Luo, Zhang Han, and Su Qianyuan were sitting and chatting with the Hidden Sect Masters from Zhongzhou.

Dantai Luoxue, not participating in the competition, chose to leave.

It was clear from her temperament that except for her Respected Master's face, she didn't give anyone else the time of day; even fellow sect members could at best stir a fleeting thought in her.

She had come to fight at Chu Yuan's behest.

Now that there was no more fighting to be done, she naturally went back.

But Ye Luo and the others were polite enough to stay and chat with the Hidden Sect Masters from Zhongzhou.

Upon seeing Ye Luo and the others, the Hidden Sect Masters from Zhongzhou instantly lit up with pleasure, smiling gleefully as if meeting the trio was a tremendous honor.

"Daoist Ye, long time no see. It seems the cultivation levels of Daoist Ye have made great strides. More inscrutable than before."

"Daoist Zhang is impressive too. The profound aura of your formations—I've felt it since I left my sect..."

"Even Daoist Su is not to be underestimated. Such vigorous auras, comparable only to the ancient cultivators!"

These Hidden Sect Masters were all old foxes.

Ever since they learned about the living Immortals within the Sect Without Dao.

They realized.

The future of Divinity Continent was inevitably going to belong to the Sect Without Dao.

Any resistance they put up would be in vain.

If they angered one of its disciples, a mere cry for help to an Immortal old ancestor could bring down their entire foundation. If an Immortal became wrathful, who could withstand it?

So naturally, they had to kiss up.

Ye Luo and his companions didn't expose them, casually conversing with these people.

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Meanwhile.

At the edge of the crowd in the clearing, a figure stood...