Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

Zhongzhou Border.

In front of Chu Yuan and his group,

a wall made of countless huge stones blocked their path forward.

The wall was grand and towering, no end in sight, as if it connected heaven and earth, impossible to cross.

Chu Yuan was instantly dumbfounded, standing blankly on the dragon's head.

However, a few disciples reacted swiftly, moving behind Chu Yuan, their eyes fixed on the giant wall ahead.

Ye Luo and several fellow sect members nodded slightly to each other.

They were confident that once they took action, they could easily shatter the wall before them.

Yes, they would not let these things disturb their Respected Master.

Whoosh...

A streak of flying light came from afar.

After approaching Canglong, it stopped.

The light dissipated, revealing the figure within.

A dignified-looking elder appeared.

The elder, dressed in a white robe with a pentagram embroidered on the left chest, had an imposing aura, walked on air with a predominant presence, exerting a powerful pressure.

"May I ask if you are from other major states to attend the Wanzong Grand Competition? I am Elder Gu Yi from the Cultivators Alliance."

"If so, please do register."

Elder Gu Yi spoke calmly.

He squinted his small eyes, examining the Canglong closely with some astonishment.

Unexpectedly, someone could have a dragon as a mount.

Didn't the Dragon Clan throw a fit?

Well done!

Coming on a dragon really adds to your flair.

On the other side,

atop the Canglong's head.

Chu Yuan did not speak, his demeanor seemingly nonchalant, whether he was too scared to regain his senses or just posturing was uncertain.

Seeing this, Ye Luo next to him thought that his Respected Master couldn't be bothered to register.

Ye Luo simply stood up, stepped on a Flying Sword, and flew to Elder Gu Yi's presence.

"We are from the Eastern State's Wu Dao Sect. My Respected Master does not wish to go down, so let's skip the registration and please clear the way quickly."

Ye Luo's face was expressionless, emanating an aura of the aloofness of a Sword Immortal, completely lacking his amiable presence among fellow disciples.

"That won't do, rules are rules, your Sect Without Dao is no exception... Wait, Sect Without Dao? The one from East State?"

Gu Yi initially responded as if he were an automated robot.

But as he spoke,

he suddenly froze.

Sect Without Dao???

The Hidden Sect of the East State, Sect Without Dao???

Has the Hidden Sect finally arrived???

"If no one is impersonating us, then yes, it's us, Eastern State's Wu Dao Sect."

Ye Luo nodded indifferently.

"So it's the esteemed members of the Sect Without Dao. I was wondering who could come riding on a dragon. It's normal for the Sect Without Dao. Come, come, let's head to the venue of the Wanzong Grand Competition."

A smile quickly spread across Gu Yi's aged face.

The imposing aura he had just accumulated vanished immediately.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The swift change left people unprepared.

"Hm? You're not going to do the registration anymore?"

Ye Luo was a bit taken aback.

"Registration? Did I say anything about registering? Alright, let's go. I'll take you inside now. Just follow me. Remember, my name is Gu Yi, 'Gu' as in ancient and 'Yi' as in determination!"

Gu Yi's face bore a smile, and his tone became much lighter.

Saying this, he flew directly in front of the massive wall and waved his hand.

The large wall immediately disassembled into numerous giant stones and vanished in an instant, a truly mystical sight.

Ye Luo, witnessing this scene, twitched at the corner of his mouth, not sure what to say.

But seeing that Gu Yi was already beckoning,

he had no time to ponder and turned to fly back to the Canglong's head, greeting his Respected Master and fellow disciples, then instructed Ao Yu to continue flying.

Ao Yu, of course, could only comply, roaring and following Gu Yi into the air.

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Gu Yi, seeing that the Canglong had caught up, was overjoyed and eagerly led the way, officially entering the territory of Zhongzhou.

Along the way into Zhongzhou,

many elders from the Cultivators Alliance saw the giant Canglong and noticed Gu Yi, who couldn't help but send inquiries about what was happening.

Gu Yi had no desire to respond, focusing only on leading the way, without replying.

That was a joke.

Did he not know what those elders were up to?

They were all there for the Sect Without Dao.

Now that Gu Yi had picked them up,

would he stay and chat with those elders?

He had better things to do.

Gu Yi led the way with a smiling face.

On the other side,

atop the Canglong's head.

Chu Yuan frowned at the sight of the old man occasionally showing a sleazy smile ahead.

"Luo Er, are you sure this is the envoy for the Wanzong Grand Competition?"

"Why does this Elder seem a bit sleazy?"

Chu Yuan asked with an odd tone.

"It should be the envoy for the Wanzong Grand Competition. The disciple is also not too clear why the image of the envoy for the competition would be so poor."

Ye Luo shook his head.

Hearing this,

Chu Yuan fell silent for a moment.

Still, he said nothing.

A poor image is a poor image.

It was not an envoy from his own Sect Without Dao; it was no concern of his.

After all, as long as they could make money from this competition, that was enough.

Chu Yuan thought this and settled back to a sitting posture, admiring the scenery of Zhongzhou.

It had to be said that compared to East State, Zhongzhou was more than twice as prosperous.

This was apparent just from the mortal cities they passed by.

Zhongzhou was simply not on the same level as East State.

Chu Yuan gazed at the scenery of Zhongzhou.

He wondered whether he could move from East State to Zhongzhou after making a profit this time.

After all, Zhongzhou was more prosperous...