Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

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Several days later.

The entire Eastern State Cultivation World began to tremble with excitement.

The reason was nothing else.

More information about the Hidden Sect had been unearthed, and it was spreading everywhere.

This news even reached the mortal realm.

And the news grew wilder as it spread.

At first, the rumor circulating near the South Gate within its domain was relatively normal.

It merely stated that the Wayless Sect had a legacy of at least forty thousand, fifty thousand years.

But as the news traveled farther to other regions of the Eastern State, it completely ran wild, like a horse breaking free of its reins.

"Extraordinary news, extraordinary news, we in the northern part of our Eastern State have learned that the Hidden Sect actually originated from an ancient and powerful sect from the Ancient Times, with a history of a hundred thousand years!"

"What? A hundred thousand years? Who told you that? Aren't you afraid of offending the Hidden Sect by understating their age? It's clearly a heritage of three hundred thousand years."

"What are you all talking about? Isn't it a history of seven hundred thousand years?"

"You all must have heard wrong, I heard that the founder of the Hidden Sect was the being who established the human realm, and then the Wayless Sect was founded thereafter. 'The Way originates from the formless, from nothingness comes the one,' this is the true essence of the Wayless Sect. No way, no way, surely no one still believes the Hidden Sect, the Wayless Sect, only has a mere seven hundred thousand years of legacy?"

"..."

Gossip like this was commonplace within the Cultivation Realm.

Some were only slightly exaggerated, claiming the Hidden Sect had several hundred thousand years of legacy.

Others were not just exaggerations, but downright terrifying, saying the world was created by the Hidden Sect, and that East State was actually the birthplace of the Divinity Continent.

For a time, the whole atmosphere in East State was stirred up.

Countless people wanted to find a way to connect with the Hidden Sect, attempting to flourish alongside the two sects.

Even the event where the Sect Master of the Qiandi Dao Sect was defeated in the sect's grand competition was suppressed.

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In the midst of these increasingly wild rumors.

A certain Mr. Chu Yuan had arrived at Silver Moon City.

Don't ask what he was there for.

If you ask, it was to sincerely thank the shopkeeper for enabling him to collect so much 'scrap metal' and even acquire the supreme divine weapon, the 'Blood-Red Longsword'.

"This shopkeeper is a genuine person."

"I can't let him be underappreciated like this."

As Chu Yuan rode his Magic Cloud through the skies above Silver Moon City, he looked at what he held in his hand.

In his grip was a cloth-wrapped bundle, with several taels of silver on it.

This silver was no ordinary silver.

It was the few taels of silver that Chu Yuan had always hidden in his shoe sole and had been reluctant to take out.

As a token of gratitude for the shopkeeper.

Chu Yuan planned to give these few taels of silver to the shopkeeper.

As a gift.

From a future invincible being.

As long as one kept it well, who would worry that the value of these few taels of silver wouldn't increase by thousands, tens of thousands of times in the future?

Thinking so, Chu Yuan felt pleased with himself.

He rapidly approached the Xianzui Inn.

When he got closer to the inn.

He immediately spotted the shopkeeper's figure.

The man was on the second floor, by a window, conversing and laughing with someone who appeared to be a merchant, thoroughly enjoying the conversation, occasionally bursting into laughter.

"I wonder what they could be talking about to be so merry."

Curious, Chu Yuan lowered his Magic Cloud, wanting to eavesdrop on what the shopkeeper was discussing.

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Xianzui Inn, second floor.

The shopkeeper was laughing heartily while conversing with a merchant.

"You have no idea, this story... it's enough to boast about for a lifetime!"

"I actually swindled a Nascent Soul Expert! As a mere mortal, I swindled a Nascent Soul Expert, ha ha ha, a formidable Nascent Soul old monster, tricked by a mere inn shopkeeper!"

"No, this must be recorded in the family annals! Let my descendants take pride in it!!"

The shopkeeper exclaimed joyfully.

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The merchant sitting next door sipped his wine and furrowed his brows.

He obviously didn't believe it.

But looking at the shopkeeper's sincere expression.

He began to have his doubts.

"Shopkeeper, then tell me, how did you manage to trap and kill a Nascent Soul expert?"

The merchant asked, frowning.

"Divide and conquer! I can't go into details with you!"

The shopkeeper said mysteriously.

"Why would you want to trap and kill someone? You know, if you hadn't succeeded, you'd probably be done for."

The merchant was still puzzled, not understanding why the shopkeeper was so bold.

If the plan had failed, a Nascent Soul expert could crush the shopkeeper's entire family with just a finger.

Hearing this.

The shopkeeper wasn't worried.

On the contrary, he laughed and seemed quite at ease.

"This guy comes here every now and then to freeload and snoop around for information. If I let him keep doing this, how can I continue to run my business?"

"Anyway, with my plan, even if it failed, nothing would have happened."

The shopkeeper spoke with such confidence.

As if he had an ace up his sleeve.

The merchant still wanted to say something.

Suddenly, a ghostly voice came from beside them.

"Shopkeeper, if someone is oppressing you like this, you can tell me. I've always hated freeloaders the most. Just tell me, and I'll take care of it for you."

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper immediately slapped the table and said brashly, "Stand up for me? How? How can we mortals contend with cultivators?"

The voice spoke up again.

"You can't, but I can."

The shopkeeper raised his voice again, "But that person is a sect master. We can't do anything about it!"

That voice came through once more.

"A sect master is impressive? Acting as though nobody else is a sect master! Tell me, shopkeeper, which sect is it? I'll stand up for you!"

The shopkeeper raised an eyebrow, looked at the merchant, and said, "Old Zhao, you're too much, a little acting would've sufficed. You're playing the part well; who are you putting on a show for?"

The merchant sat there stunned, not replying, his gaze fixated on the spot beside the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper's body stiffened, and a sense of crisis rose within him.

He dared not turn to look beside him.

"Shopkeeper, come on, speak up. Who is it? Who from which sect? I'll stand up for you!"

Chu Yuan, who had unconsciously sat down beside the shopkeeper, was asking furiously.

When the shopkeeper turned his head, his heart sank.

Death, death itself had arrived...

My God, is this old ancestor my nemesis?

Every time I badmouth someone, he silently appears...

"Great, great, great, great sir, what brings you here..."

The shopkeeper, on the verge of tears, managed to utter.

Next to him, the merchant's eyes darted about as he realized something was amiss, and he quietly slipped away.

Chu Yuan beside him didn't bother with the merchant, his gaze fixed on the shopkeeper.

"Why can't I be here? Tell me, which bastard, such a base character, dares to freeload in your inn? Does he not have any regard for me?"

"Come on, I'll help you seek justice!"

His tone carried an angry undertone.

A perfect example of a double standard in action.

It's fine when I freeload, but it's not okay for others to do so!

The shopkeeper fell silent.

Could he say that he was talking about Chu Yuan?

He had a feeling that speaking out would get him beaten to death...

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