Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

Wu Dao Sect Mountain Gate.

By the stone.

Zhang Han listened to his Respected Master speaking, his gaze fixated on the mark on the stone, his face flushed with restlessness.

He couldn't see anything on the stone at all.

His mind was a complete blank.

Yet when his Respected Master had just asked him if he had any insights, he said no.

Now asked again, he still said no.

How could this not be embarrassing for him?

He heard that Elder Martial Brother Ye Luo grasped it immediately.

By comparison, wouldn't his Respected Master think he had poor understanding?

"Master, Respected Master, your disciple is dull-witted and has yet to understand," Zhang Han muttered, hanging his head, too ashamed to look at his Respected Master.

It was just as Chu Yuan had expected.

If you could have an insight now, I'd twist off my own head and let you kick it around like a ball.

That was what he thought.

But he still needed to deceive this disciple into staying in the Sect for another year.

How could he say such a thing?

Chu Yuan shook his head, seemingly very disappointed.

He glanced at Zhang Han and spoke slowly.

"It seems that your comprehension is even lower than I thought, forget it, forget it..." Chu Yuan uttered a deep sigh.

His voice was filled with disappointment.

Thump...

On hearing this, Zhang Han felt even more ashamed.

With a thump, he knelt down in front of Chu Yuan.

"Respected Master, your disciple is of lowly talent and unworthy to be under your tutelage. I humbly ask you to allow me to descend the mountain."

"If it is possible, please Respected Master resolve the issue with my Spirit Root. Once I leave the mountain, I will always remember the grace of my Respected Master. If in the future, I manage to carve out a place for myself in the mundane world, I will never forget your kindness!"

Zhang Han was engulfed in shame.

So much so that he even proposed leaving the Sect.

Having been a failure for ten years, he hadn't been idle during that time, always studying.

Books had made him refined and courteous.

They had also made his self-esteem very significant.

Being unable to understand time and time again filled him with deep shame.

He was unworthy of being his Respected Master's disciple!

On the other side, Chu Yuan, who was standing there, almost fell over on hearing this.

Hey, hey, hey, something's not right with you.

You can't play this game.

I haven't even finished wheedling you, and you're already thinking of leaving the Sect??

If you leave, what am I supposed to do?

No, no, I have to stabilize this disciple.

Chu Yuan suppressed his nearly cracking mentality, but his face remained as calm as a gentle breeze with light clouds.

"Are you giving up just like that?"

"Han'er, the path of Cultivation is arduous, as hard as climbing to the Azure Sky. To cultivate, one must possess an unyielding heart."

"In this world, there are countless geniuses. I did not choose them as my disciples but chose you instead, because you have a talent ordinary people do not possess, points of brilliance they lack. Remember this well."

"Remember, confidence is the pinnacle. No matter where you are, never give up, just be confident."

"This Formation mark, take your time to comprehend it. If not one day, then two days. If two days aren't enough, then three days. Only with perseverance can you succeed!"

"Even though your comprehension is poor, your Respected Master believes in you, and you will be able to understand it!"

"Comprehend it well, I believe in you," Chu Yuan said softly.

Then he turned and left, clouds forming under his feet as his figure ascended the mountain.

Of course, he couldn't really have just walked away.

He hid in the sky instead, observing Zhang Han.

Chu Yuan gripped his hands tightly, palms sweating, fearing that Zhang Han would truly insist on leaving.

In this day and age, it was very hard to find a failure without a Spirit Root.

If Zhang Han ran away,

He would have nowhere to cry.

He also blamed himself for getting carried away with his trickery.

By the stone.

Zhang Han's ears were filled with the words his Respected Master had said to him.

He stood there in a daze.

The next moment,

His eyes turned red.

He had not expected that his Respected Master would comfort him in such a manner.

Upon learning of his low comprehension, the choice wasn't to expel him from discipleship, but to encourage him to work hard.

Zhang Han had been considered waste for ten years, knowing in this world, interest was the most important.

In an ordinary sect, if a disciple was found to have poor comprehension, they would either be treated as a slave or be directly expelled from the sect.

But the Respected Master chose to let him stay and even encouraged him to work hard.

One must know, the Respected Master's sect was an immensely powerful one.

Zhang Han silently wiped his eyes and sat down cross-legged in front of the stone.

The kindness of his Respected Master.

He, Zhang Han, remembered.

Now, he could not repay the Respected Master's kindness, so he could only do his utmost to become stronger, in order to repay the Respected Master's grace!

Zhang Han quickly calmed his heart, his gaze firm as he looked at the mark on the stone.

In the sky, Chu Yuan riding on a Magic Clouds sighed in relief.

Stabilized, it has stabilized.

This minor realm has been steadied.

Lucky for him, someone named Chu was clever, comforting with his words in time.

Otherwise, this disciple would have left the sect.

Thank goodness, it was resolved just in time.

Everything was still in the grasp of someone named Chu.

Chu Yuan released his tightly clenched hands, feeling refreshed and clear-headed.

He had been busy for so long.

Time to rest a bit.

For the moment, he did not need to keep an eye on Zhang Han.

At least for two or three days, he could afford not to pay attention.

"Go out to relax a bit, head to Silver Moon City for a meal, the food there is free," he murmured to himself in a low voice.

Chu Yuan set up his Magic Cloud and flew toward Silver Moon City with great interest.

...

Chu Yuan had left.

But in the Wayless Sect, those who contemplated the Dao continued their endeavors.

Elder Martial Brother Ye Luo in the Grand Hall Square, observed the ways of heaven and earth, understanding the Order Chains.

Zhang Han beside the mountain gate stone, observed the traces on it, reaching an understanding of loneliness.

...

The golden crow had set in the west, and the crescent moon hung in the sky.

Under the night sky, the Wayless Sect seemed serene.

Next to the mountain gate.

Zhang Han was still gazing at the mark on the stone.

His face bore a look of determination.

To become stronger faster.

To repay his Respected Master.

He could not care less about anything else.

He needed to comprehend the formation from that mark as soon as possible.

He wanted to tell his Respected Master that he had not let him down, that he had understood.

But no matter how he contemplated.

He couldn't seem to grasp anything substantial.

Even with Zhang Han's patience, he couldn't help but feel a growing irritation.

This irritation, like maggots on bones, made him gradually lose all patience.

Just then.

Tap tap tap...

Footsteps sounded.

Zhang Han turned to look.

He saw, coming down the mountain path, Elder Martial Brother Ye Luo in an Azure Crane Cloud Robe, holding a long sword, his aura lofty as a Sword Immortal, as ethereal as heaven and earth.

Upon seeing Ye Luo approach, Zhang Han quickly rose to his feet.

"Disciple Zhang Han pays respect to Elder Martial Brother."

Zhang Han performed a bow.

Ye Luo, with a long sword in arms, was surprised to find Zhang Han here, and asked, "Junior Brother, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

He had just finished practicing his sword.

Planning to catch some game to eat.

He had not expected that his newly joined junior brother would be here.

Upon hearing the question, Zhang Han pointed to the mark on the stone and replied, "Elder Martial Brother, the Respected Master left a mark here for the disciple to comprehend. However, the disciple is slow-witted and has not been able to understand it for a long time, hence the disciple can only make up for his dullness through diligence, which is why I am still here contemplating the Dao."

The mark left by the Respected Master?

Ye Luo became interested.

He looked at the trace on the stone with the Observation Technique.

Nothing there...

Not a hint of Dao Yun...

Junior Brother, are you teasing me?

You're probably just comprehending loneliness.

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