Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?
Chapter 39 My mentality collapsed

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At the Wayless Sect.

Standing in the Grand Hall Square.

Chu Yuan looked up,

staring at the pitch-black sky.

He really wanted to have an epiphany about Ye Luo's cultivation technique, but after watching from noon until evening, he didn't grasp anything at all.

Oh, he did perceive something.

Today there was a light breeze, it was sunny turning to partly cloudy, the wind was from the northwest, and the temperature was quite high...

Besides that, he couldn't make heads or tails of anything else.

Another day wasted in vain.

Chu Yuan sighed deeply.

If only he had known, he would have gone to cultivate.

At least, after cultivating for three months, he could have condensed a wisp of mana.

But staring into space for one day, he gained nothing.

Using his divine sense, Chu Yuan scanned the Hall of Law Transmission and saw that Zhang Han was still reading; he felt relieved.

Although he wasted a day watching, he wasn't the least bit frustrated.

Because this disciple, Zhang Han, was just too well-behaved!

So well-behaved, it comforted him.

He just sat there reading every day.

Without so much as a stir.

Who knew what was so interesting about some fake books.

But let it be, it's all for the best.

The more time dragged on,

the more the system would tally up, and he'd get his realm elevation.

Little did Chu Yuan know, this disciple had already stabbed him in the back...

At this moment,

Chu Yuan was muttering to himself.

"That being said, why haven't I seen Zhang Han eat? He's clearly a mortal, but I've never seen him eat... Wait, I didn't prepare any food either, so he must have his own provisions. Plus, I don't watch him all the time; I must have missed when he eats, nevermind."

"As long as the disciple is honest, there's no need to bother with him."

Chu Yuan stroked his chin, retracted his divine sense, and stopped paying attention to Zhang Han.

This disciple was so honest,

his honesty made him feel at ease.

Nothing like Ye Luo.

Chu Yuan trusted Zhang Han completely.

Heh.

As if such an honest disciple could ever stab him in the back.

If someone named Chu couldn't handle that, he would just disband on the spot, devouring every single building of the entire sect whole.

Without even chewing.

Gulping them down!

However, the Wayless Sect did seem to be quite deserted now.

Chu Yuan glanced around him.

His Wayless Sect was actually quite large.

It had many halls.

The Hall of Law Transmission was just one of them.

He had closed the other halls because there was nothing in them.

Now it seemed, it would have been better to have those halls opened.

In the future, when he recruited disciples,

if he could use those halls to keep the disciples busy, just dragging it out for a year, after the system's assessment, he would successfully obtain the realm elevation.

And, with more halls,

he could establish a rule that to receive his legacy, they must first go through these halls.

For example, in the Hall of Law Transmission, they had to stay for three months.

In this hall that hall too, they would have to stay for however many months...

This strategy, feasible!

He should open up those halls.

But before opening them, he needed to prepare some fakes first.

Chu Yuan already had a plan in mind.

He intended to get a batch of fake weapons first.

Yes, he wanted to create some weapons that looked impressive on the surface but were actually rubbish.

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He then opened a hall, deceiving disciples to enter for enlightenment, claiming they could only leave upon gaining the recognition of a divine weapon.

But those weapons were fake, how could there be any recognition to speak of?

Thus, time could be dragged out, and big things could be accomplished!

Chu Yuan thought this to himself and nodded silently in agreement.

No sooner said than done.

He immediately summoned his Magic Cloud.

And flew towards Silver Moon City.

To replace out where such weapons could be had, naturally, he went to consult the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper was known to be extremely well-informed.

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Half a day later.

Silver Moon City.

In front of the Xianzui Inn.

Carriages were parked in front of the inn.

At this moment, the shopkeeper was directing countless servants, moving things, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he worked.

He was about to leave!

Actually, he should have left three months ago.

The Nascent Soul expert was too terrifying, too shameless.

He couldn't provoke him, so he planned to slip away!

But every day he worried that the shameless Nascent Soul expert would come, see him trying to flee, and out of anger, slap him to death.

So he delayed day by day.

Until today, a full three months had passed and the Nascent Soul expert had not shown up.

The shopkeeper then mustered the courage to make a run for it.

"Hey you, be gentler when moving things, that stool you're carrying is very expensive, it's made from precious wood, if you scratch it, you can't afford to compensate!"

"Sigh, I told you to be gentle, not to be so slow. Move lightly, but step quickly."

The shopkeeper stood there, directing the servants in moving stuff.

The sweat on his forehead had almost soaked his clothes.

Showing just how hurried he was.

Just as the shopkeeper was continuing his directives.

A voice whispered into his ear.

"Shopkeeper, aren't you making it hard for them? On one hand, you ask them to be careful, and on the other, you want them to move quickly, how is that possible?"

The shopkeeper reflexively waved his hand, raising his voice, "I'm paying them, why can't I give a few instructions?"

A figure stood to the side, speaking indifferently, "But surely not to instruct them like that, asking that they move gently yet quickly, if you can do it, show me?"

The shopkeeper instantly got angry.

"I'm the one paying! It's not someone else paying me! Who are you, babbling in front of me, are you asking for a beating..."

The shopkeeper stopped midway through his sentence.

His voice suddenly cut off.

The shopkeeper stiffened, turning slightly to look beside him.

There stood Chu Yuan, looking like nothing was amiss, smiling as he watched the servants move things.

This fiend!

When did he come over?!

The shopkeeper's heart chilled halfway, and his face stiffened as he said, "Bi-Big, big boss, when did you get here?"

Chu Yuan didn't think there was anything amiss, hands on his hips watching people move stuff.

"Just now, I saw you directing so energetically, I didn't want to disturb you. Continue with your commands, just pretend I'm not here."

Chu Yuan waved his hand casually.

Having said this.

He paused for a moment, then inquired, "By the way, where are you moving this stuff to? You're not actually moving out, are you?"

Moving out???

Should I admit it?

The shopkeeper, on the verge of tears, said repeatedly, "No, no, there's no such thing. I'm doing quite well in Silver Moon City, occasionally I even get to meet a close friend like you, big boss, why would I move? I'm just going to open a branch, yes, a branch."

The shopkeeper initially wanted to fob him off.

Little did he know that as soon as he said this.

Chu Yuan's eyes immediately lit up.

"A branch? Great idea! Why not open one at the foot of my Sect's mountain? I'll allocate you a plot of land there, it's a beautiful area with clear waters and green mountains, what do you think, want to consider it?"

"As for the rent, I'll charge you one million gold a year, how about that?"

Shopkeeper: "..."

I'm mentally broken.