Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

Eastern Province.

The night was as dark as ink.

In the high skies above the border of East State.

A Thousand Dragon soared through the sky, weaving between the clouds.

Where the Canglong passed, winds surged and clouds billowed; where it lingered, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and heavy rain poured down.

The might of the Canglong was displayed in all its splendor.

Roar!!

The Thousand Dragon bellowed out a roar.

Its dragon's cry was like the bellowing of oxen and the howling of tigers, ever-changing, filled with supreme dignity.

After flying an unknown distance, the Canglong stopped near Tiger Crane Pass.

A flash of white light.

The Canglong transformed into a dignified middle-aged man in a black robe, standing amidst the skies.

The middle-aged man's gaze fell on a forest near Tiger Crane Pass.

Within those pupils, vague shadows of a dragon shimmered momentarily.

"It is here, after a hundred years of searching, the location is finally revealed."

"The ancient treasure of the Ancient Venerable Taoist is lost here; the aura concealing it has not entirely dissipated, so it's unlikely that others have taken the treasure."

"Still, it is best to take the treasure away quickly; after all, this is East State. It is rumored that a Hidden Sect, with a legacy of three million years, has emerged to suppress East State. Considering the Human Race's loathing for the Demon Race, if they learn of my presence, the Hidden Sect will undoubtedly take action."

The middle-aged man muttered to himself.

As his words fell.

He rushed towards the forest below, moving swiftly, accompanied by the shadow of the dragon.

…

Meanwhile.

At Tiger Crane Pass, within the depths of a forest, stood an ancient temple, little known to the world.

The temple was surrounded by entwining vines, and the walls were covered in moss, as if it bore a long history.

At this very moment.

Chu Yuan stood in front of the ancient temple.

Panting heavily.

Internally, he cursed the scarcity of the mana at the Qi Refinement Stage.

He had used the 'Gale Body Technique.'

Racing for an hour.

He had intended to make it out of this forest.

But not only had he failed to find the exit,

he had also exhausted all his mana.

Fortunately, he had found this ancient temple before darkness fell.

Chu Yuan didn't know if any demonic beasts would spring out after nightfall.

If it were demonic beasts, he couldn't defeat them.

Finding this temple at least offered some barrier.

"Zhang Han, I have no idea where he has run off to."

Chu Yuan sighed softly and approached the temple.

He pushed hard against the decrepit temple door.

Creak...

A piercing sound emitted.

The temple doors were pushed open.

A layer of dust fell off.

If Chu Yuan hadn't retreated quickly, that dust might have covered him completely.

"How many years of history does this have? This dust..."

Chu Yuan looked at the dust not far away, then glanced down at his robes.

One side of his generously sleeved robe was stained with quite a bit of dust.

This made Chu Yuan anxious as he quickly patted off the dust.

His robe was quite expensive after all.

After getting rid of the dust on his sleeve,

Chu Yuan then proceeded into the ancient temple.

Inside the temple, there was barely any path left, or rather, it was difficult to discern where the path was.

Before him lay heaps of moss.

Chu Yuan fell silent for a moment, considering the darkness outside, he felt the ancient temple was somewhat better.

It was dilapidated,

but at least it had a roof…

However, looking at the entrance of the ancient hall in front of him, he worried if the hall might collapse during the night.

Perhaps it would be better to stay at the doorway and recover his mana, then leave at daylight?

Chu Yuan hesitated for a bit, but then chose to stay at the doorway to restore his mana.

Just as he was preparing to absorb the spiritual energy,

At that moment.

Boom…

A thunderous roar came.

Chu Yuan looked up.

The sky, once pitch dark, had some time risen with countless dark clouds, amidst which lightning flickered.

It seemed as if a torrential downpour was about to fall.

Seeing this, Chu Yuan could no longer care for anything else.

He ran inside the hall.

At the Qi Refinement Stage, one couldn't use mana to avoid the rain.

If he were to get soaked, that would be quite a hassle.

Walking into the hall.

All he saw was pitch black.

Chu Yuan immediately took out the Crimson Longsword from his back and injected his scant mana into it, making the Divine Sword light up and illuminate the path ahead.

"Divine Sword, oh Divine Sword, don't blame me for using you as a bulb. I really had no other choice,"

Chu Yuan muttered, lifting the Crimson Longsword high, lighting up the entire hall.

Now he could finally see clearly.

The floor beneath his feet was covered with thick dust, and in front of him stood a stone table.

On the table lay a Stone Chess Board, which was empty and covered in dust, with two empty chess jars beside it.

Above it, there was an ancient statue with a very vague face, as if worn smooth by something, and half of the statue's body was broken.

The whole hall could be described with no other word than dilapidated.

Chu Yuan simply glanced around briefly and walked up to the table.

He reached out and touched the Chessboard.

Hmm?

Chu Yuan suddenly furrowed his brow, looking down at the Chessboard under his hand.

He wasn't sure if it was his imagination.

The moment his fingers touched the Chessboard, he felt a shock as if he had been electrocuted.

But it was fleeting.

"Is this Chessboard... static electricity?"

Without pondering too much, Chu Yuan lifted the Chessboard with one hand and used his sparse mana to clear the dust off it.

Then, he placed the Chessboard on the ground.

And he sat down on it.

Using it as a cushion.

Whew…

Chu Yuan took a deep breath and began absorbing Spiritual Energy to recover his mana.

Time ticked away.

Outside, the rain began to pour in torrents.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared.

Fierce winds howled.

The heavy rain inevitably interrupted Chu Yuan's absorption of Spiritual Energy, prompting him to stand up and close the doors and windows.

Just as Chu Yuan was about to continue absorbing Spiritual Energy,

A series of creaking noises came from outside.

It was like someone pushing open the great doors of the ancient temple.

Someone was coming?

Had Zhang Han found out he was here?

Chu Yuan looked up towards the outside.

Through the cracks in the door, he could see that it wasn't Zhang Han who had come.

It was a figure in a black robe who had walked in.

They must have come to seek shelter from the rain, right?

No, they must be residents nearby, or they would never have ventured into the forest.

If it was a nearby resident, then when the rain stopped and daylight came, he could ask them to lead him out.

A glint of hope flashed in Chu Yuan's eyes, and he was about to stand up.

But he noticed that the figure in the black robe had already entered, pushing the door open.

In an instant.

Their eyes met in the dark.

Chu Yuan saw the newcomer clearly.

It was a middle-aged man with an upright face and an aura of effortless authority.

Chu Yuan wasn't sure if it was an illusion.

At the moment their eyes locked, he thought he saw a dragon...

Assuming it was a hallucination, he didn't dwell on it.

Chu Yuan was staring at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was, of course, also looking at Chu Yuan.

Eyes locked…