Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

Ye Luo descended the mountain and left.

The Wayless Sect once again regained its tranquility.

Chu Yuan had been within his palace, studying those secret scriptures "borrowed" from the Changhe Sect.

Su Qianyuan returned to his cave halfway up the mountain, attracting Earthly Sha into his body for tempering.

Zhang Han had changed his usual routine a bit.

In addition to his daily presence in the Hall of Law Transmission, he also found time to visit the Divine Weapon Pavilion, wandering between these two places every day.

As for Li Ergang.

Unable to find the kitchen, Li Ergang began to build one himself, constructing the kitchen during the day and going down the mountain to gather various materials at night, bustling about so much that it was chaotic.

It couldn't be helped.

No one in the Wayless Sect bothered about him.

Those who were supposed to comprehend the Dao did so, those who needed to practice Body Refinement did that, as if Li Ergang didn't exist at all.

Thus, the task of building the kitchen also fell to Li Ergang alone.

...

In the blink of an eye, more than two months had passed.

On this day.

Li Ergang, hurrying up the mountain with a variety of food ingredients and building materials in hand, returned from his descent.

He stood in the Grand Hall Square, looking around, unable to find anyone.

The Wayless Sect was truly too deserted.

He couldn't find a single person.

Li Ergang, with an anxious expression, didn't know how to find a disciple of the Wayless Sect.

Just then.

Zhang Han happened to walk out of the Hall of Law Transmission, stepping onto the Grand Hall Square to bask in the sun and rest a bit, deciding to get acquainted with the Taiyang Star to prevent being overshadowed by the Taiyin Star next time.

Upon exiting, he immediately noticed the anxious fat man.

"Chef, what are you doing here? Didn't Junior Brother Qian Yuan give you any tasks? You're laden with big and small bags; you couldn't have been fussing over these things for the past two months, could you?"

"Forget it, I'll assign you a task. Go to the Hall of Law Transmission and pick a cultivation technique to practice," Zhang Han said, recalling Li Ergang and giving him a task.

He didn't quite understand the role of a chef.

They were all cultivators; they had no need for grains and other common food.

He was some person from the Mortal Realm.

But since this was someone brought in by the Respected Master, he dared not question it and simply took it as it was.

In his mind, it was Su Qianyuan's responsibility to take care of this person.

On the other side, Li Ergang, arriving at the Grand Hall Square and seeing Zhang Han, immediately ran over.

He was like a big meatball bouncing across the square.

Watching him gave Zhang Han a fit of eyelid twitching.

Li Ergang approached Zhang Han and put down the big and small packages he was holding, trying to take something out from his bosom.

"Sir, I have a great treasure to show you!"

"You must take a good look, Sir!" Li Ergang urged as he fumbled around in his bosom.

This left Zhang Han baffled and curious, standing still.

Soon, Li Ergang took out a scroll from his bosom.

The scroll was unfurled.

Zhang Han looked up.

On the scroll, dark clouds covered the sky, with lightning flickering amidst them, fierce winds swirling countless pebbles up into the heavens—a scene of apocalyptic destruction.

In the midst of the endless dark clouds.

A figure stood on a flying sword, amidst the clouds.

The figure wore a wide blue robe, hair wildly dancing with the wind, a blue gourd hanging from his waist, eyes slightly open, revealing boundless sword light.

Like a Sword Immortal of ancient times, standing proudly above the world.

At the bottom of the scroll, a line of text was inscribed with the flourish of a dragon or snake.

'Number Seventeen on the East State List of Storms!

Taiyi Sword Honor!'

This...

This is...

The Eldest Senior Brother!

Zhang Han's eyes widened.

Although the image on the scroll was a bit blurry.

But Zhang Han recognized him at a glance.

It was the Master Brother!

Over two months had passed without seeing the Master Brother.

Unexpectedly, he was now re-encountering the Master Brother in a painting scroll.

"Where did you get this?"

Zhang Han looked toward Li Ergang and asked aloud.

"This is a painting scroll recently distributed by the East State Ranking List, and the nearby cities also received a copy. Noticing that it pertained to disciples of the Wayless Sect, I took this scroll and brought it back for you all to see," Li Ergang explained in quick succession.

"The East State Ranking List? What is that?"

Zhang Han furrowed his brow in confusion.

"Sir, you don't know about the East State Ranking List?"

Li Ergang was taken aback for a moment.

Zhang Han raised an eyebrow, he knew nothing about it.

He had always lived almost exclusively in the Mortal Realm, and even when he came into contact, it was with the lower echelons of the Cultivation Realm.

After ascending the mountain, he dedicated himself to cultivation; how would he know anything about the East State Ranking List?

Seeing Zhang Han's reaction, Li Ergang realized that he might indeed be unaware.

"Sir, the East State Ranking List can be simply understood as a ranking of the strong cultivators of the East State Cultivation Realm. Apart from the unseen strong who do not make public appearances, any famous strong cultivators in East State are ranked according to their battle achievements!"

"Our Revered Master from the Wayless Sect is said to have slain the long-renowned Daoist Dilei with his sword, and in the siege by both the Ju Xian Gate and the North Gate, he defeated the two sects single-handedly, thus securing the seventeenth position on the Ranking List, and is honored by the cultivators of East State as the Taiyi Sword Honor!" Li Ergang narrated with utmost excitement.

It was as though he were the one commanding awe in the East State Cultivation Realm.

Zhang Han, listening to this on the side, also had his eyes shining.

He had not expected that the Master Brother, in just over two months since descending the mountain, would accomplish such feats.

Saying he was renowned throughout East State was by no means an exaggeration.

Taiyi Sword Honor!!

Hearing this title,

Zhang Han felt a desire to descend the mountain and forge his own path.

But he was not ready yet.

There were only a few days left in the year.

He was about to make a breakthrough to the Divinity Transformation Realm in one go.

Moreover, the Spiritual Treasure that he had coaxed and cajoled from the Divine Weapon Pavilion was on the verge of full recognition.

In a while longer, he would also be able to descend the mountain to see for himself.

"Hmm, give me the painting scroll, I'll take it to the third junior brother," Zhang Han said to Li Ergang.

"Sir, shouldn't we take the scroll to the Sect Master to have a look?" Li Ergang asked, puzzled.

Upon hearing this,

Zhang Han looked toward the palace where the Respected Master resided and hesitated briefly,

but decisively shook his head.

"The Respected Master has been in isolation practice; there has been no movement for two months. I'm afraid the Respected Master is at a critical point in his practice and should not be disturbed."

"We can discuss it once the Respected Master emerges from isolation."

"Keep the painting scroll with me for now. Once the Respected Master comes out, I'll show it to him," Zhang Han said slowly.

Li Ergang, hearing this, could only nod and picked up his parcels again,

preparing to head to the kitchen he had set up.

"Then I'll leave it to you, sir. I will take my leave now."

After speaking,

he picked up his bags and walked towards the edge of the square.

Clasping the scroll in hand, Zhang Han examined it once more before closing it and walking toward the halfway point of the mountain.

He hadn't gone far before he stopped in his tracks.

Could this plump man's hustling about in the sect be affecting the Respected Master's isolation practice?

Zhang Han looked in the direction of the Respected Master's palace.

A single Formation to shield the noise might not be sufficient.

Zhang Han hesitated slightly,

then cast several more layers with a flick of his hand.

After ensuring everything was in place, Zhang Han nodded with satisfaction and continued down the mountainside…