Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

In the deep mountains, beside the campfire.

"My Respected Master is called Yuan Chu..."

When Su Qianyuan uttered these words.

The whole gathering fell silent for several seconds.

Li Cheng and Lin Mo, who were nearby, froze simultaneously, sharing a look before they both turned their gaze back to Su Qianyuan.

Yuan Chu...

Yuan Chu?

Is that a name?

"May I dare to ask, Fellow Daoist, is your esteemed teacher called Yuan Chu... or Yuan Chu? Which 'Yuan', which 'Chu'?"

Li Cheng felt a tempest stirring in his heart, but he kept a calm exterior as he inquired coolly.

"Which 'Yuan', which 'Chu'?"

Su Qianyuan was puzzled for a moment; it was just a casual inquiry, why were they asking in such detail?

"Fellow Daoist, please don't misunderstand; it's just that this name coincides with that of one of our elders. We are speculating whether you might be related to our elder. How about you use your divine skills to reveal your respected teacher's visage so we can confirm it?"

Li Cheng said with a smile.

He spoke in a very peaceful manner.

As if there truly were such a matter.

"Visage?"

Su Qianyuan didn't think much of it and considered showing it.

After all, no one here knew his Respected Master.

He pondered briefly and then took action.

He marshalled the malevolent energy within him, stirring it to action.

The malevolent energy swirled in mid-air, and under Su Qianyuan's manipulation, it formed an image.

The image was precisely Chu Yuan.

"This person is my Respected Master,"

Su Qianyuan stated gravely.

But Li Cheng and the other person didn't bother listening to Su Qianyuan; their gazes were glued to the image in mid-air.

Upon seeing that image, they were completely astounded.

They couldn't calm their inner turmoil.

Wasn't this their own Respected Master?

Although they didn't know why, the visage in the image had become clearer, with every facial feature visibly distinct—both of them could confirm.

This was indeed their Respected Master.

The one known as Yuan Chu!

Was this person their Respected Master's Disciple? That is, their fellow sect member?

Right then, Lin Mo was about to get up and say something to Su Qianyuan.

But before Lin Mo could stand,

Li Cheng pressed him back down with a hand and subtly signaled him with his eyes.

Lin Mo immediately understood and sat back down, not saying anything more.

He knew that Li Cheng would handle things.

He also had faith that his senior brother would manage the situation appropriately.

"We must have mistaken."

"Then may I ask, what is the specific identity of your esteemed teacher? I see that your teacher has an extraordinary bearing; surely his status within the Human Race cannot be low. May I know what cultivation levels he possesses, and aside from yourself, how many other disciples does he have?"

Li Cheng asked with a smile, trying to draw out more information from Su Qianyuan.

Su Qianyuan, however, was totally oblivious.

He just felt that this Li Cheng was a bit troublesome.

Asking all these unnecessary questions, it was utterly bothersome.

But Su Qianyuan had no choice but to restrain his thoughts and reply.

"My Respected Master is an otherworldly high personage, not known for any illustrious status, and I am not aware of his level of cultivation; I only know that my Respected Master is very strong. As for how many disciples my Respected Master has? Well, there are quite a few; apart from me, there are eleven others!"

Su Qianyuan answered in detail.

Upon hearing this.

Li Cheng and Lin Mo were slightly taken aback.

If that person really was their Respected Master, didn't it mean they had twelve other fellow sect members?

Suddenly having twelve fellow sect members was, indeed, somewhat... unexpected.

Li Cheng didn't come clean.

Instead, he chose to continue the conversation with Su Qianyuan, trying to extract more information.

Su Qianyuan wasn't that naïve; he would speak of what should be said, but as for what shouldn't, he wouldn't utter a word.

In this manner, the two sides communicated.

After interacting for a while.

Lin Mo suddenly proposed that he wanted to spar with Su Qianyuan.

Under the guise of mutual exchange.

In reality, Lin Mo simply wanted to test just how capable his fellow disciple was.

Su Qianyuan hesitated slightly but still agreed.

...

The two came to an empty space in the deep mountains.

Lin Mo dragged the Burial Sky Coffin with a murderous and battle-ready aura. The various auras mixed together made him seem like a demon emperor from beneath the abyss, intent on burying the myriad heavens.

In comparison to Lin Mo.

The aura from the nearby Su Qianyuan was clearly stronger.

Su Qianyuan stood there, bare-chested with his hands crossed over his chest, and his bald head shining. Around him lingered a faint aura of savagery and barbarism, making him appear as terrifying as an Ancient Ancestral Witch.

Between the two, it was as if they weren't even on the same level, and Su Qianyuan, with just the aura he emitted casually, could easily suppress Lin Mo.

But Lin Mo was not intimidated; instead, his eyes brimmed with an intense will to fight.

"Fight!"

Lin Mo bellowed, dragging the Burial Sky Coffin and smashing it towards Su Qianyuan.

Boom!!!

The incredibly heavy body of the Burial Sky Coffin smashed through the air, causing a series of thunderous sounds.

Lin Mo had thought that with this strike, he would force Su Qianyuan to retreat and suppress his momentum.

However, he had not anticipated that he would be reckless, but Su Qianyuan was even more reckless.

"Fight!!!"

It seemed as if Su Qianyuan had lost his mind, not even knowing how to back down, and counterattacked with a punch.

This scared Lin Mo quite a bit.

No one knew better than he did just how heavy the Burial Sky Coffin was. If it hit Su Qianyuan, then Su Qianyuan would be done for.

Just as Lin Mo was thinking of pulling back but found no way to begin.

Su Qianyuan's punch had already arrived.

Thud thud thud thud!!!

The fist collided with the Burial Sky Coffin.

A burst of sounds exploded, like two diamonds colliding.

Terrifying ripples spread out from the two as the center, overturning trees in all directions.

Thump thump thump…

After one punch.

Lin Mo retreated dozens of steps.

In contrast, Su Qianyuan hadn't stepped back at all; a terrifying phantom loomed behind him, standing there as he looked down upon Lin Mo from above.

The victor was immediately clear!

Lin Mo was no match for Su Qianyuan.

Lin Mo still wanted to continue the fight.

However, Li Cheng stepped forward in time to stop Lin Mo.

"Junior brother, you are no match for this friend. Step back."

Li Cheng said, shaking his head.

He had the clearest view from the sidelines.

The fighting power of Lin Mo was simply not on the same level as Su Qianyuan's.

"But…"

Lin Mo still wanted to say something.

But thinking it over, he decided to let it go.

Losing to his own fellow disciple was not a disgrace.

After all, they were both taught by the same respected master.

"Friend, let us consider this as my junior brother's loss."

Li Cheng slightly bowed his hands toward Su Qianyuan.

"Your junior brother… is quite strong as well."

Su Qianyuan looked toward Lin Mo, nodding slightly in recognition of Lin Mo's combat strength.

"Hmm, but friend, this is not the time to discuss this matter. I have something extremely important to tell you."

Li Cheng was ready to reveal the truth.

"What is it?"

"Actually, actually we have a common father!"

Su Qianyuan: "?"

What the hell?