Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

In Zhongzhou territory, on an island.

The White Tiger brought Chu Yuan to a majestic palace.

Seeing the White Tiger stop here, Chu Yuan understood that this was the place where the grand meeting of all sects was to be held.

He jumped down from the White Tiger's back.

He looked up and inspected the palace.

He nodded slightly.

One had to say that the palace was very impressive, with a robust presence, unlike other palaces that only displayed luxury without that kind of grandeur.

Chu Yuan thought to himself as he prepared to step inside.

The two cultivators guarding the entrance saw this, clasped their hands in a greeting to show respect, and watched Chu Yuan enter.

Chu Yuan nodded to the two cultivators and then, with hands clasped behind his back, walked into the palace.

Upon entering the palace, what met his eyes was a red carpet leading straight to the main hall.

Both sides were empty, but from the main hall, one could vaguely hear noise inside.

Chu Yuan simply looked around curiously before heading towards the main hall.

After entering the main hall, he could see tables arranged on both sides.

In front of each table sat a person.

The series of noises were the conversations of these people.

Your words and mine, over time, turned quite noisy.

Chu Yuan then looked up and saw more tables on the steps at the very top.

However, those tables were clearly not meant for ordinary people.

At the moment, only a few people were sitting among the tables at the top.

Where should I sit?

Chu Yuan felt puzzled.

He remembered the invitation did not specify where he should sit.

That deacon who had called him had not mentioned where he should sit either.

Or should I...

Just pick any seat and settle down?

Chu Yuan glanced around. Find exclusive stories on empire

His gaze locked onto the very last table of the last row, which was bare.

This is the place!

Chu Yuan immediately walked over and sat down at that end table.

He looked up at the fruits on the table that were emanating spiritual energy, shimmering and translucent, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Do these fruits seem delicious?

Chu Yuan glanced at the table next to his, where a white-bearded elder sat.

The white-bearded elder was chatting with the person at the next table, and the fruits on their tables were all intact.

If I ate them, it would seem a bit inappropriate, right?

Forget it, inappropriate it is.

Never mind that.

Chu Yuan coughed twice and began eating the fruits.

After one bite, he was dumbfounded.

His mana started growing rapidly.

These fruits, what treasures!

Chu Yuan quickly finished one of the fruits in hand.

He wanted to eat another but, seeing that everyone else's fruits at their tables remained untouched, only his were missing, he felt a bit embarrassed.

He simply didn't eat any more.

He silently made a note of the plate of fruits.

He'd take them with him when he left.

Chu Yuan looked at the plate of fruits, coveting them, but he didn't reach out again. He sat down cross-legged, quietly waiting for time to pass.

Just as Chu Yuan was about to close his eyes,

The white-bearded elder at the next table suddenly approached him.

"Eh, this Daoist friend seems unfamiliar. May I ask your esteemed name?"

The curious white-bearded elder stared at Chu Yuan, inquiring.

"My surname is Chu, with a single character for 'Yuan'."

Chu Yuan, who was asked this, was obviously taken aback before he came back to his senses and responded.

Upon hearing this,

The white-bearded elder furrowed his brows and pondered for a while.

It seemed like he was considering which sect's Sect Master was named Chu Yuan.

He didn't recall any Holy Land Masters in the nearby states of Zhongzhou having the name Chu Yuan, not even someone with the surname Chu.

The elderly neighbor took another cautious look at Chu Yuan.

This person…

His aura is very 'immortal', quite extraordinary and above the mundane.

But his realm…

A Foundation Establishment Realm?

Impossible, impossible, he must be using some treasure to hide his cultivation levels.

In any case, it can't be real.

Heh heh.

If someone at the Foundation Establishment Realm could enter an event like the Great Sects Conference, he could swallow this entire island in one bite.

So who exactly is this person?

The elderly neighbor harbored a hint of doubt and curiosity.

"Fellow Daoist, Poor Dao is called Zhuang Shu, I am the Master of Jing Shui Pavilion, one of the three great Holy Lands in Jingzhou!"

"May I inquire which Sect Fellow Daoist hails from? Poor Dao has no other intention, merely wishes to make your acquaintance."

Old man 'Zhuang Shu' said with a chuckle.

"This… I am the Master of the Wayless Sect."

Chu Yuan's scalp tingled, though on the surface he remained calm and engaged in light conversation with the other party.

Holy… Holy Land?

He randomly chose a spot to sit down, and next to him was a Holy Land Master?

Is it that high-level?!

"Daoist Chu, which Sect does the Wayless Sect belong to? Please forgive Poor Dao for my ignorance."

Zhuang Shu asked with a frown.

"Cough cough, it's normal that you haven't heard of it, Fellow Daoist. We are just a small and unremarkable Sect, that's all."

Chu Yuan felt somewhat sheepish as he tried to elevate the status of his own Sect; he couldn't say it was a Sect with no distinction, no inheritance, and no features—how embarrassing would that be.

This incident also served as a wake-up call for him.

When he got back, he had to make sure all the identification was complete.

Otherwise, it was simply too embarrassing.

"Fellow Daoist, stop joking, how could a small Sect participate in the Great Sects Conference?"

Zhuang Shu said dismissively.

"Really, it's just a small and unremarkable Sect, with only four disciples."

Chu Yuan said helplessly.

"Let's leave it be, let's leave it, if Fellow Daoist doesn't wish to speak, then so be it. But what about your own realm? Your treasure for hiding your realm is quite impressive; it doesn't let me see what realm you are in at all."

Zhuang Shu waved his hand and said.

"I am at the Foundation Establishment Realm, that's all."

This time, Chu Yuan didn't play coy and simply answered truthfully.

"Fellow Daoist, you really have a knack for jokes, attending the Great Sects Conference as a small Sect, and a Sect Master who is at the Foundation Establishment Realm, aren't you joking?"

Zhuang Shu said, shaking his head.

However, he silently marked Chu Yuan as someone not to get deeply involved with.

So secretive, surely his Sect isn't that powerful.

Do not get too close, do not get too close.

"Really, I never lie to people," Chu Yuan said earnestly.

"Alright, alright, if Fellow Daoist isn't willing to say, then let it be," Zhuang Shu shook his head and turned away, clearly uninterested in further conversation with Chu Yuan.

His impression of Chu Yuan plummeted.

Chu Yuan was baffled.

These days, can't a person speak the truth anymore?

My Sect is indeed plain and unremarkable, with four disciples, three of whom are successful, and one was a genius until I managed to teach them into a wastrel.

I, myself, am at the Foundation Establishment Realm.

No problem at all.

So why can't I speak the truth?

Chu Yuan didn't feel like thinking about it any longer.

Since the other party wasn't talking anymore, he didn't feel like saying anything either, so he simply closed his eyes, preparing to wait out the time and see when this whole conference would finally end.

Time trickled by.

Chu Yuan wasn't in a hurry.

Inside the hall, however, many people were losing patience.

According to what Chu Yuan overheard, they were asking why the Great Sects Conference hadn't started yet…