Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

On a hill near the Jinyu Cave Abode of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan.

After a hearty chat with those Human Cultivators, Li Cheng had successfully entered the Human Race.

The identities of Li Cheng were also known to those few Human Cultivators.

The city that once sheltered them had taken shape!

Without the existence of that city, the Human Race of Tianjian Continent would have perished long ago.

Upon learning of Li Cheng's identity, those few Human Cultivators naturally welcomed him into the Human Race with utmost respect.

If it weren't for Li Cheng's reluctance, they would have liked to have all the existing Human Race come to meet him.

Knowing Li Cheng's identity.

Li Cheng was walking along the road.

Those few Human Cultivators followed behind him.

Fearing someone might cause conflict with Li Cheng.

Li Cheng didn't mind this and allowed those few Human Cultivators to follow him.

Li Cheng walked along the streets.

He felt that the life of the Human Race was very difficult.

This made him inquire about it with the few Human Cultivators behind him.

The few Human Cultivators looked at each other and responded with helpless, bitter smiles.

"It's no longer hard, no longer hard, Sir. You don't know, the times have changed, and it's no longer the era where our Human Race reigned supreme. To live this kind of life now is already quite good."

"Yes, Sir, you might not know, but today's Human Race is far from what it used to be; our numbers used to be countless, but now, barely one in ten remains. Some of those who survived are taken as food by the Demon Race. For us to have this kind of life now is already quite fortunate…"

"We surely aren't finding it difficult; rather, it's you, Sir. Coming to a place like this is beneath your dignity…"

Several Human Cultivators spoke up.

Hearing these words.

Li Cheng nodded slightly.

He opened his mouth, intending to say something more.

But before he could speak out.

A strange noise came from a distance.

Rustle rustle...

The noise was grating on the ears.

Yet at the same time, it was very loud.

It immediately caught Li Cheng's attention.

Li Cheng looked up.

Suddenly, he saw a very strange scene.

He saw a gaunt, slightly pale-faced youth walking down the road.

The youth was expressionless, and behind him, a coffin that appeared to be made from profound iron was being dragged along.

The hefty coffin was hooked and pulled along with an iron chain.

With every step the youth took, the coffin moved forward as well.

The piercing noise was the sound of the coffin's bottom scraping against the ground.

Upon seeing this youth, the faces of the few Human Cultivators changed, and they began whispering among themselves.

"How did you let him out? Wasn't a Qi Refinement Stage person assigned to watch over him? How did he get out? If he offends the Sir, who's going to take responsibility?"

"I don't know, I'm not in charge of this…"

"Weren't you the ones who casually mentioned that he could be let out…"

These few Human Cultivators were all whispering to each other.

Li Cheng, standing nearby, didn't care at all and kept his eyes fixed on the approaching youth.

"Who is this person?"

Li Cheng asked curiously, looking at the youth.

"Sir, this person's name is Lin Mo, and he's a very strange member of the Human Race..."

One of the Human Cultivators hesitated as he spoke.

"Strange? What's so strange about him?"

Li Cheng asked, quite curious.

"This... Lin Mo, a once powerful Human Cultivator said that his fate is that of the Lone Star of Tiansha, born with a curse that brings ruin to his kin…"

The Human Cultivator began to recount the tale.

Li Cheng listened intently.

Lin Mo was born during a time when the Demon Race was slaughtering the Human Race en masse.

It also happened when the Human Race was moving from its peak towards decline.

At the time of the alternation between the Human and Demon Races.

This Lin Mo was born under very special circumstances, as a coffin fell from the sky and landed at his family's doorstep upon his birth.

This Profound Iron Coffin was referred to by others as Lin Mo's Companion Spirit Treasure.

It had been assumed that any child born with such an unusual phenomenon must possess astonishing talent and the potential to become immortal.

Someone meant to reverse the dire fortunes of the Human Race and lead them back to their peak.

But everything turned out to be beyond everyone's expectations.

In the assessment of his aptitude, Lin Mo was found to have unparalleled potential, but his fate was exceptionally peculiar.

According to the powerful cultivators, it was the fate of the Lone Star of Tiansha.

It was said that this fate would curse all relatives to death and that the curse's influence would expand as one's cultivation levels increased.

That meant if Lin Mo started cultivating and reached a certain level, he could potentially curse the entire Human Race.

At first, of course, no one believed it.

But then, one month after Lin Mo's birth, his mother died in an accident and his father was struck by a meteorite from the heavens and also passed away.

This attracted the attention of many.

And yet, it could still be accepted.

However, as time went on, more exaggerated events began to occur.

Two months after Lin Mo's birth, most of his direct relatives met with accidents.

Three months after his birth, any relative linked to Lin Mo had also fallen.

It even reached the point where anyone slightly related to Lin Mo could not escape a tragic end.

This truly scared many cultivators.

The cultivators no longer dared to let Lin Mo practice cultivation, fearing that after he started, the entire Human Race might be wiped out.

This was also why the strength of the Human Race had weakened, and the oversight had become lax.

Otherwise, Lin Mo might have been locked up forever, with no hope of ever turning things around.

"Lone Star of Tiansha?"

Li Cheng murmured to himself.

He was very curious.

What exactly was this Lone Star of Tiansha?

"Yes, my lord, it's better not to get close to this person, lest bad luck rubs off on you," a Human Cultivator spoke up.

"It's alright, if you are afraid, you can leave first. I actually want to have a chat with this Lin Mo," Li Cheng said, as he was very curious about this so-called 'Lone Star of Tiansha.'

He really wanted to get close to Lin Mo and take a good look to see what was so special about him.

"No, no, no, my lord, if you're going, we must follow you," the several Human Cultivators said after a moment of contemplation, speaking resolutely.

Hearing this.

Li Cheng didn't hesitate for a moment.

He took strides towards Lin Mo.

The several Human Cultivators closely followed Li Cheng, approaching Lin Mo together.

"Young man."

Li Cheng smiled lightly and softly spoke a greeting.

"Hmm??"

Lin Mo lifted his head, a trace of confusion flickering in his vacant eyes.

He couldn't remember how many years it had been since someone dared to talk to him, everyone thought he was the Lone Star of Tiansha.

Talking to him, they felt, would bring bad luck upon themselves.

And yet, here was someone daring to strike up a conversation with him?

"Do you need something?" Lin Mo asked with a steady voice.

"Young man, I don't need anything from you, I just came to chat with you for a bit," Li Cheng said with a smile, sizing up Lin Mo.

To have a chat...

Was this person really unafraid of being contaminated by his misfortune?

This was Lin Mo's greatest quandary...