Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?
Chapter 47 Challenge the Sect Master!

Within the martial arts arena.

Ye Luo had already sheathed his sword and returned to his original spot, standing there with his long sword in his arms, expressionless.

A picture of proud solitude.

In front of Ye Luo.

The ten disciples had long since fainted on the ground, incapacitated and unable to continue the fight.

Ye Luo had not killed them.

He simply overwhelmed their spirits until they lost consciousness, without shattering their Dao hearts.

To Ye Luo, these ten disciples were not even worthy of him taking their lives.

Indeed, not worthy of the Nascent Soul Realm!

The main reason was that Ye Luo was afraid that if his Respected Master knew, he would scold him for bringing shame upon them.

To actually kill ten Nascent Soul Realm weaklings.

Just at this moment.

The voice of the Great Elder came through.

"Young Friend Ye is indeed a distinguished guest of our Sect, with outstanding strength that ascends into sainthood!"

"Congratulations to Young Friend Ye for seizing first place! According to the rules of our Sect, the one who wins first place in the grand sect tournament is entitled to a mid-grade Magical Treasure, a Boundary Breakthrough Pill, a Heart Calming Spirit Cleansing Pill, seven pieces of Immortal Gold Spirit Jade, a hundred thousand top-grade Spirit Stones, and various other rewards, which I shall not list in detail here."

"Oh yes, there is also the right to challenge once, but this is of no use to you, Young Friend Ye, so I won't say more."

The Great Elder, riding on a Magic Cloud, still displayed that same chrysanthemum-like smile on his face.

While speaking, he winked at Ye Luo.

Clearly, when he said he wouldn't list the various rewards in detail, he was inviting Ye Luo to pick them himself.

Upon hearing this.

Ye Luo, standing to the side, merely smiled faintly.

Would their Sect lack these things?

Possible?

Surely no one really thinks that their Hidden Sect would lack these things, right?

Definitely not.

Surely this was just because his Respected Master couldn't be bothered to take them out. Once he became the Sect Master of the Wayless Sect in the future, he would naturally see all the true treasures.

How could he possibly covet these things?

"No need, keep these things for the disciples of your honorable Sect. However, I do wish to use this challenge right," Ye Luo said in an even tone.

"What? Young Friend Ye, you want to use the challenge right? Who do you wish to challenge?" the Great Elder blurted out in panic.

Not just the Great Elder, but all the listening Elders who strained their ears from a great distance away were also panicking.

Ye Luo actually wanted to use the challenge right.

Who was he intending to challenge?

It didn't matter who he challenged; they wouldn't be able to defeat him.

After all, his sword strike was not even directed at them, yet it almost shattered their Dao hearts. If they were challenged, how could they even fight?

And if they lost, what would happen?

The rules for this challenge right were such.

If you challenge a Direct Disciple and win, you become a Direct Disciple.

If you challenge a Sect Deacon and win, you become a Sect Deacon.

If you challenge an Elder and win, you become an Elder.

But the one who loses would be ousted from their position.

The numerous Elders of the Qiandi Dao Sect were in a state of panic.

But the representatives of the various other Sects switched from shock to a state of enjoying the drama unfold.

A Disciple of the Hidden Sect wants to use the challenge right.

If he wins, how would that be accounted for?

The Qiandi Dao Sect couldn't possibly try to use their influence to suppress someone from a Hidden Sect, could they? Clearly, that was impossible.

The Qiandi Dao Sect had a big spectacle on their hands now.

Under the gaze of the onlookers who were enjoying the show.

Inside the martial arts arena.

Ye Luo slightly lifted his head; those indifferent eyes scanned over the many Elders on the large round platform.

Finally, his gaze settled on the Qian Yuan Sect Master.

He had been observing the Qian Yuan Sect Master all along.

Because, throughout the whole arena, the only one who could ignore his sword strike was the Qian Yuan Sect Master!

Who else could be better to cause a disturbance in the Qiandi Dao Sect than to trample their Sect Master underfoot?

Furthermore, in his view, only the Qian Yuan Sect Master was worthy to battle with him.

It's going to be you!

Ye Luo's pupils constricted.

"Great Elder, I wish to use this challenge right to challenge your Sect Master! I hope the Qian Yuan Sect Master will not stint on his instruction!"

Ye Luo, clutching his long sword, bowed in junior's respect towards the Qian Yuan Sect Master.

Rustle rustle...

Everyone in the hall stood up, incredulously staring at Ye Luo below.

He was challenging the master of a holy land!

Were disciples from Hidden Sects all so audacious?!

...

On the large round platform.

The numerous elders, upon hearing that Ye Luo wished to challenge the Qian Yuan Sect Master, also feigned shock, their eyes widening.

"Turns out it's not against me, fortunately, fortunately... but how can Young Friend Ye challenge a Sect Master, alas, how can this be, how can this be..."

"It's good to let the Sect Master fight! The Sect Master will surely defeat Young Friend Ye!"

"But what if the Sect Master really does defeat Young Friend Ye? What then? When Young Friend Ye's Respected Master, that person, comes personally, and says our Sect Master bullied Young Friend Ye, what shall we do then?"

"Of course, we would have to hand over the Sect Master... cough cough, I mean, we should reason with them and appeal to their emotions, and explain things properly!"

"I think a little sacrifice is definitely necessary!!"

The many elders conversed among themselves.

Seated at the desk, the Qian Yuan Sect Master's expression turned stiff, as he gripped a teacup that trembled in his hand.

He was so nervous that he didn't even notice the tea spilling onto his palm.

I'm done for...

Overdid my act of bravado.

Going to get thrashed now.

What do you do when pretending to be a master backfires and you're about to get thrashed?

Online waiting. Urgent!

The Qian Yuan Sect Master's heart was torn; he was acutely aware of his predicament.

How could he, who was virtually a mortal, ever possibly defeat Ye Luo?

Wouldn't going up there be akin to courting death??

And if he refused to go up, what of the dignity of his title as the Holy Land Master?

Just as the Qian Yuan Sect Master fell into contemplation,

The Great Elder quietly approached him.

"Sect Master, it's time to go down. This challenge right is a rule of the Qiandi Dao Sect that cannot be broken. You should go down and at best manage a draw with Young Friend Ye; otherwise, I'm afraid there will be trouble."

"Moreover, the prospects of the Qiandi and Daoless Sect blossoming together will likely vanish too."

The Great Elder advised the Qian Yuan Sect Master with a stoic face,

Assuming a solemn look.

A far cry from the old man with the chrysanthemum smile from just moments before.

Sitting at the desk, still afraid to move, the Qian Yuan Sect Master almost sprayed saliva on the Great Elder's face upon hearing these words.

A draw?

He would knock you out.

If he took to the stage, he would likely be killed with a single sword strike.

Yet talk of a draw.

But he couldn't not take the stage...

The rules of Qiandi Dao Sect must not be broken...

This was an insoluble dilemma.

Now, it seemed he could only sacrifice his dignity to save himself, going on stage to put on an act.

The Qian Yuan Sect Master took a deep breath, stood up, and walked to the edge of the large platform, gazing silently at the area below.

The crowd, witnessing this scene, all knew that the Qian Yuan Sect Master was about to take the stage.

They held their breath, one by one.

Eager to witness the upcoming grand battle.

In the sight of all present,

The Qian Yuan Sect Master stood before the large round platform.

One minute...

Ten minutes...

Half an hour...

A full half-hour passed.

The Great Elder couldn't help but speak up.

"Sect Master, what are you waiting for?"

The Qian Yuan Sect Master glanced indifferently at the Great Elder, then, with an air of fortitude, looked ahead, hands clasped behind his back, the very image of a strong person.

He then barely parted his lips, uttering a few words.

"Waiting for my mount."