Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

The arena, both inside and outside, fell silent.

Ye Luo looked at his own palms in bewilderment.

Outside, the crowd was staring dumbfounded at the Qian Yuan Sect Master lying on the ground.

Is that it?

What about the great battle?

Did they use their life-saving trump cards in vain?

The crowd fell silent.

At this moment, the chirping of the birds seemed unusually loud and piercing.

The air was strangely eerie.

After the silence had lasted for a while,

everyone's gaze gradually shifted onto the nearby elders of the Qiandi Dao Sect.

The meaning couldn't be more obvious.

They wanted these elders to give an explanation.

But far from providing an explanation, the elders themselves were utterly confused.

Their Sect Master, defeated just like that?

The Saint Lord of East State, defeated just like that?

Defeated so thoroughly that they didn't even see how it happened.

If one didn't know any better, they might think their Sect Master was an actor.

Fortunately, the Great Elder reacted quickly.

He glanced at the Qian Yuan Sect Master lying on the ground in the distance, then took in the reaction of the crowd.

"Second Elder! Third Elder! What are you standing there for, go and take the Sect Master back to heal his injuries?!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize, but the Sect Competition comes to an end here for now. Our guest from another sect possesses truly superb skills, defeating our Sect Master with a single move!"

"Regarding subsequent matters, our Sect will provide a response soon. Please, feel free to descend the mountain."

The Great Elder calmed down and directed the situation amidst the crisis.

After instructing many elders to escort the Sect representatives down the mountain,

The Great Elder then directed his gaze at Ye Luo, who was still looking puzzled.

His expression also turned odd.

According to the rules,

since Ye Luo had defeated the Qian Yuan Sect Master, the position of the Sect Master would now fall to Ye Luo.

But the position of Sect Master couldn't be passed on so recklessly.

If it were an ordinary person,

he would simply be suppressed by the mighty Qiandi Dao Sect.

But Ye Luo was a disciple of the Hidden Sect.

Backed by the Hidden Sect,

with a deep and unfathomable Respected Master standing behind him.

The Great Elder grew even more wary of the existence depicted in the scroll.

To have educated a disciple as powerful as Ye Luo, that master's realm must be far more than just superficial.

"Just what realm has Young Friend Ye reached, that I couldn't even see his move just now?"

The Great Elder thought of the moment the Qian Yuan Sect Master was 'instantly defeated', and his old face couldn't help but show a trace of puzzlement.

To be honest.

He also couldn't understand what just happened.

In that instant, the Qian Yuan Sect Master was gone.

Was Ye Luo too strong?

The Great Elder shook his head and flew down towards the arena, landing swiftly beside Ye Luo.

That old face changed rapidly, squeezing out a chrysanthemum smile.

"Young Friend Ye! Are you tired? You must've exhausted a lot of energy using such a powerful sword technique, right? Come, come, come, let me take you to the palace to rest, and I'll arrange for a batch of elixirs to rejuvenate you."

"Your sword is all right, isn't it? Should I find a few Artifact Refining Masters to help you tend to your sword?"

The Great Elder said cheerfully.

He seemed very amiable.

In stark contrast to his previous demeanor, like two different people.

Standing there, Ye Luo, who had a puzzled look on his face, glanced at the Great Elder.

"Great Elder, if I say I didn't make a move just now, would you believe me?"

Ye Luo asked seriously.

"Eh... I believe! I believe!"

The Great Elder was momentarily stunned but quickly nodded.

Whatever you say goes, right?

"You've beaten everyone to the point of vomiting blood, and you say whatever you want."

Ye Luo looked at the Great Elder's expression and sighed helplessly.

"I really didn't make a move, you know."

"Why does nobody believe me."

"That Qian Yuan Sect Master is definitely an actor!"

"He's imitating me!!!"

Ye Luo sighed repeatedly and could only leave dejectedly, returning to the palace to wait.

...

The grand competition of the sects came to a dramatic yet heart-stopping conclusion.

Representatives from the major sects all returned to their respective sects overnight.

They reported what happened in the Qiandi Dao Sect to their sects.

Soon, night fell.

In the palace residing on the mountain peak where Ye Luo lived, an uninvited guest arrived.

At this moment.

Ye Luo was sitting cross-legged at the palace entrance, with his sword lying horizontally in front of him.

Dao Yun radiated out, enveloping the entire palace.

Ye Luo noticed the visitor as soon as they arrived.

"Hmm? Qian Yuan Sect Master?"

Ye Luo opened his eyes and looked at the person sneaking toward his palace.

This person was the Qian Yuan Sect Master who had impersonated him during the day, feigning blood vomit.

He had faked it during the day, and now he dared to seek him out at night?

Ye Luo frowned, and under the propulsion of Dao Yun, the sword in front of him hummed, unsheathing itself, and thrust toward the sneaky approach of the Qian Yuan Sect Master.

The Qian Yuan Sect Master, getting closer to the palace, felt a looming crisis and stood on end, realizing that Ye Luo had detected him.

"Young Friend Ye, hold on!! I am Qian Yuan!!"

The Qian Yuan Sect Master shouted loudly.

Fearing that he might really be cut down by Ye Luo's sword in a mishap.

He had slipped out in the cover of night.

Wishing to ask Ye Luo for advice.

To see if the Hidden Sect had a method to restore cultivation levels.

Not to mention restoring cultivation; it'd be good enough to just resolve the bug in his body.

Hum!!!

The silently flying sword halted at the brow of the Qian Yuan Sect Master, less than a centimeter away.

The cold gleam from the blade made the Qian Yuan Sect Master swallow hard, feeling like death was knocking on his door.

In the darkness, Ye Luo slowly stepped out, extending his hand, and sheathed the sword back into its scabbard.

"Sect Master, what is it that brings you here?"

Ye Luo asked slowly.

His tone was not too friendly.

During the day, he had wanted to compete with this Qian Yuan Sect Master, partly because he wanted to comply with his Respected Master's orders to put down the Qiandi Dao Sect and partly to see the extent of his limit in combat.

But this Qian Yuan Sect Master wasn't playing fair!

He actually mimicked him!!

"I apologize, Young Friend Ye, for what happened during the day. I was in the wrong, but I also had my difficulties, please don't take offense!"

The Qian Yuan Sect Master heaved a sigh of relief, speaking with a full sense of remorse.

"Difficulties? Sect Master, do tell, what difficulties could you have?"

Ye Luo, holding his sword, spoke in a lukewarm voice.

Hearing this.

The Qian Yuan Sect Master fell silent for a moment, a look of struggle appearing on his face.

After hesitating for some time.

The Qian Yuan Sect Master still decided to explain.

"I shall not hide it from Young Friend Ye, my cultivation levels are completely lost, and now I am but a mortal. The incident during the day, I was afraid that you might accidentally slay me with a single sword strike, hence the desperate measure."

The Qian Yuan Sect Master narrated to Ye Luo how his cultivation had been completely lost.

Ye Luo was stunned after listening.

The sect master of the Saint Lord of East State, the Qian Emperor Dao Sect, is actually a mortal now???

And with the Primordial Spirit shattered, unable to repair, stuck with a bug, completely unable to cultivate, becoming a waste???

This...

What should he say...