Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

Chapter 41 Daoist Impermanence

Silver Moon City lies directly to the east, where a vast lake spreads.

This lake is so vast that it is ranked among the largest in the entire East State.

Because the water is as clear as a mirror, it is known as Mirror Lake.

Many long-standing rumors have emerged from within Mirror Lake.

Some say they have seen a true dragon here.

Some say that if one stands by the lake at the crack of dawn, they can see their other self.

But these are merely rumors.

In the eyes of those from the Cultivation Realm, it is not the case.

Mirror Lake is beautiful and full of spiritual energy; it can be considered a Cave Heaven Ground.

The reason why mortals see so many strange phenomena is entirely because they breathe in a lot of spiritual energy which they cannot digest, causing hallucinations.

As for why this Cave Heaven Ground has not been contested by Cultivator Sects...

It is precisely because of the blacksmith shop next to Mirror Lake.

Living inside the blacksmith shop is a figure hidden from the world.

This enigmatic figure's name is unknown; he is only known by the title 'Daoist Impermanence'.

...

At this very moment.

Within the blacksmith shop.

An old man in worn-out clothes, straw sandals, and white hair, wields a hammer, repeatedly striking a red-hot iron block.

Clang, clang, clang...

The hammer strikes again and again.

Each blow is rhythmical, filled with the essence of the Dao.

This old man is none other than Daoist Impermanence.

Daoist Impermanence swings the hammer, not knowing how many blows he has struck.

The iron block grows redder and redder, until it reaches a limit.

Only then does Daoist Impermanence retract the hammer and, using tongs, places the iron into a pitch-black wooden barrel and covers it with a lid.

He then turns around and cleans up the residue that has come off the iron block.

In the end, Daoist Impermanence's gaze falls on a corner of the blacksmith shop.

There stands a young man dressed in splendid clothing.

Daoist Impermanence squints his eyes and looks at the young man for a while before speaking slowly.

"Speak, what is it you want?"

"You people from Tianqing Sect really can be bothersome, coming to disturb me every now and then. Isn't it all because I once took something from you and owed you a favor?"

Daoist Impermanence's voice is very hoarse.

But it is still full of a robust vitality.

"Elder Daoist Impermanence, I haven't come to trouble you, but to inform you of some news!"

The young man in splendid clothing suppresses his tone, afraid of startling this figure.

"News? What news?"

Daoist Impermanence narrows his eyes and asks.

"Recently, there have been reports that a Hidden Sect has emerged within the Eastern Province, and its origins are said to be significant. Our Tianqing Sect got wind of it right away and even obtained a painting depicting the Hidden Sect Master."

The young man in splendid clothing speaks cautiously.

While speaking, he carefully takes out a painting scroll from within his robes.

Upon hearing the words 'Hidden Sect,' Daoist Impermanence's cloudy eyes brighten.

He stretches out his hand beckoning.

The scroll flies into his hand and unfolds.

What catches Daoist Impermanence's eye

Is an ancient scene depicted within, a pitch-black world where all is silent and devoid of life, as if the world itself had perished.

A figure in a white robe stands amidst the darkness, surrounded by countless twinkling lights, with wild black hair, resembling a supreme deity overlooking the mortal world.

In this figure's hands,

The sun, moon, and stars float aloft.

Indifferent, majestic, divine yet demonic!

Even through the scroll, it is enough to shake the soul.

Especially at the bottom, the powerful characters written with the flourish of a dragon or snake.

With stars in hand and the sun and moon within reach!

In all the world, there is no one like me!

This this this...

What kind of existence is this...

Daoist Impermanence was stunned.

The young man in splendid attire beside him let out a sigh of relief upon seeing this scene.

When their sect learned of the Hidden Sect's news and acquired a scroll painted by Lin Pan, they had inquired about it from a traitor of the Qiandi Dao Sect.

This scroll, the work of Lin Pan, doesn't hold a hex of the divine might of the real one, not even one ten-thousandth of it.

Their sect intended to present this scroll to Daoist Impermanence for his inspection, fearing that because it was Lin Pan's work, it might not manifest its true splendor and displease Daoist Impermanence.

Therefore, they had used some ancient relics left behind from ancient times, processed it a bit, and made it appear so unpredictably majestic.

The young man in splendid attire had no idea.

The real scroll, due to Ye Luo's powerful ability to fill in the blanks, only looked a bit more imposing.

It was nowhere near as unfathomably mighty as the one fashioned by Lin Pan using treasures.

This scroll by Lin Pan clearly outperformed the real one.

But aside from those from Qiandi Dao Sect, who else could know?

After examining the scroll for a long time, Daoist Impermanence shook his head and finally returned to his senses.

With a wave of his hand, the scroll rolled up, and he held it in his hand as if it were a precious treasure.

"Where did this news come from? And where did this scroll come from?"

Daoist Impermanence looked at the young man in splendid attire and asked.

"Daoist Impermanence, this news came from the Holy Ground of the Eastern State, and the scroll was also brought out by a traitor from there. It is said to be just a Lin Pan version, far from comparable to the real one," the young man in splendid attire said, bowing his head.

The Holy Ground of the Eastern State!

Lin Pan's scroll, far inferior to the real one!

Daoist Impermanence murmured to himself.

Could it even be possible for the esteemed Holy Ground of the Eastern State to lie? Clearly, that was impossible.

And this scroll confirmed it was no lie.

Yet could there truly be such existences who had not ascended to the Immortal Realm? Beings of such caliber should have ascended ten thousand years ago, shouldn't they?

"What is this Hidden Sect called?"

Daoist Impermanence inquired.

"The Wayless Sect!"

The young man in splendid attire responded.

The Wayless Sect?

The Dao originates from nothingness, from nothing comes one.

The Wayless Sect, such audacity!

But why had he never heard of this sect's name? He should have known all the great sect names from the last era.

Daoist Impermanence was puzzled.

He had lived so long, yet he had never heard the name of this sect.

Was he so uninformed?

"Alright, I've taken note of this message; you may go now."

Daoist Impermanence waved his hand, signaling the young man in splendid attire to leave.

He had effectively issued an eviction order.

The young man in splendid attire glanced at the tightly grasped scroll in Daoist Impermanence's hand and coughed twice.

The scroll had cost their sect many valuable treasures.

If he couldn't retrieve it...

He feared the elders in his sect might kill him.

Daoist Impermanence beside him, however, was expressionless, looking outside the blacksmith shop without any hint of returning the item.

Seeing this, the young man in splendid attire could only sigh in resignation.

He turned around, intending to leave.

But when he saw a figure flying across the sky, he was caught off guard and paused.

Seizing the opportunity, Daoist Impermanence quickly stored the scroll in his Storage Magical Treasure the moment the young man in splendid attire was distracted, and then looked up.

"What's the matter?"

Daoist Impermanence feigned ignorance as he asked.

The next moment.

The figure in the sky also caught his attention.

One could see a figure holding a Golden Treasure Chest and carrying silks, riding a Magic Cloud as they hurried over...

The features of this figure.

Exact match to the one on the scroll!!