Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

Chapter 44 So that's it

Eastern Province.

Qiandi Dao Sect.

At this moment, the Qiandi Dao Sect was bustling with activity.

The Sect competition that attracted the attention of all Sects within East State was underway.

On top of a high mountain, a circular arena was carved out, with the area around the arena enveloped by a Great Formation that isolated the turbulent energies of battle.

Within the umbrella of the Formation, there were floating disks.

Each disk was equipped with refreshments and served by maids.

And those who could sit on these disks were indeed the representatives of various Sects.

Moreover, only people from major Sects were invited to enter and sit on these disks to watch the grand competition of the Qiandi Dao Sect.

As for the smaller Sects.

Let alone the small ones, even the medium-sized Sects were not eligible to enter the Qiandi Dao Sect.

…

Above the many disks, there was an even larger floating disk.

On this disk, the Qian Yuan Sect Master and many high-ranking Elders were all seated among the crowd.

Ye Luo was also up here.

At this moment.

Ye Luo sat at a desk, surrounded by many Elders, and he could not help but feel speechless.

These Elders really acted just like fawning dogs.

When he first arrived at the arena.

These Elders directly escorted him to this large disk.

They even said something about how each guest who was invited would sit on these kinds of disks, with an average of one large disk per person.

Looking at it now…

Those disks below that couldn't be any smaller.

Where do you get the face to say it's one per person?

The Elders of the Holy Ground of the Eastern State were all fawning dogs…

What a disgrace!

Ye Luo glanced at the group of Elders, then turned his gaze to the Qian Yuan Sect Master, who sat there quietly, unmoving as a mountain.

He could only sigh internally.

The Sect Master of the Qiandi Dao Sect was reliable.

However, that being said, he had plans to cause some disturbance at this Sect competition.

The instructions from his Respected Master, he dared not forget.

A gleam flashed in Ye Luo's eyes as he turned to look at the Great Elder beside him.

"Great Elder, can outsiders participate in your Sect's competition?" Ye Luo asked.

The Great Elder began cheerfully.

"How could that be possible, the grand competition of the Qiandi Dao Sect can only involve Inner Sect Elite Disciples and the Direct Disciples of the Elders, even Outer Sect Disciples can't participate, let alone outsiders. If outsiders were allowed to participate, then I would…"

He paused mid-sentence.

Suddenly he thought of something, widened his eyes, and stopped speaking abruptly.

"Could it be, Young Friend Ye, you wish to enter the fray yourself?" the Great Elder asked, taking a deep breath.

"Indeed, Great Elder, I would like to spar with the disciples of your distinguished Sect," Ye Luo nodded, confirming his intent.

Upon hearing this.

The Great Elder was somewhat stunned.

There had never been a precedent for outsiders to join the grand competition of the Qiandi Dao Sect.

Turning his head to look at the many Elders, he wanted to see their opinions on the matter.

But to his surprise, these Elders all looked skyward, adopting an indifferent attitude as if it was none of their concern.

This made the Great Elder gnash his teeth in frustration.

After scanning the crowd for a long while,

He fixed his eyes on the Qian Yuan Sect Master.

Before the Great Elder could speak,

The Qian Yuan Sect Master simply uttered a light comment.

"Leave all decisions to the Great Elder," said the Qian Yuan Sect Master slowly.

He sat there,

Immovable as a mountain, his eyes half-closed.

Upon hearing this, the Great Elder breathed a sigh of relief. He wished he had been given full authority sooner.

Considering his personality, he would definitely…

"Young Friend Ye, if you wish to participate, then you may. However, given your esteemed status, please wait for our disciples to determine the top ten, and then join," the Great Elder proposed.

Great Elder's old face revealed a chrysanthemum smile as he spoke.

Upon hearing this, Ye Luo had no objections, picked up the tea on the desk, took a sip, and looked down at the arena below with a aloof gaze.

In the arena below.

The competition had already begun.

Two disciples were locked in a spell duel, casting various dazzling and eye-catching spells, and summoning various powerful magical treasures.

Their battle was intense.

This was a duel between disciples at the Golden Core Realm.

Sitting on the platform, Ye Luo glanced down for a moment and got bored.

This is the Golden Core Realm?

Just this?

He had thought that the Golden Core Realm was much stronger.

Turns out, this was it.

It seemed like something anyone with hands could do.

Ye Luo subtly curled his lips in disdain.

The Qiandi Dao Sect, the prestigious Holy Ground of the Eastern State.

It wouldn't make sense for their disciples to be just this.

It must be that these two disciples were relatively weak.

If he watched more, he should be able to see stronger ones.

With that thought, Ye Luo kept his composure.

He watched the duel below with an expressionless face.

Time ticked by.

A whole half day passed.

Just as Ye Luo was about to fall asleep.

Finally, the Great Elder gently called out to him.

Woken by the voice, Ye Luo shook his head and turned to look at the Great Elder.

"What's the matter, Great Elder? Are you going to switch to stronger disciples soon? Good, I'll start watching with more spirit then."

Ye Luo sat up a bit straighter.

He thought the stronger disciples would be taking the stage soon.

It was not his fault.

Those disciples, in his eyes, were like children playing.

The strongest was merely at the Nascent Soul Realm.

Having watched for a while, he actually felt sleepy.

What Ye Luo didn't know was that the top ten of the sect's grand competition had already been decided...

Hearing this, the Great Elder's face stiffened momentarily, but he quickly acted as if nothing was amiss.

"No, no, Young Friend Ye, the top ten have been decided, and the grand competition of the sect is coming to an end."

"You wanted to participate, didn't you? How about you go down and join in now?"

The Great Elder's face was all smiles, like that of a chrysanthemum.

"What? The top ten? That's it?"

Ye Luo was stunned.

He really hadn't expected that.

The top ten of the grand competition for the Holy Ground of the Eastern State, just this.

Just ten Nascent Soul Realm disciples.

The Great Elder's face stiffened again, genuinely offended.

But considering Ye Luo's background, he could only smile and respond, "Yes, the top ten is all we have, not on par with a peerless prodigy like you, Young Friend Ye. Perhaps you don't need to go down there after all? I don't think these disciples would be a match for you."

Not go down?

How would he create a disturbance if he didn't participate?

How would he fulfill his Respected Master's instructions if he didn't go down?

If he didn't fulfill his Respected Master's instructions, wouldn't his future position as Sect Master of the Wayless Sect be at risk?

Ye Luo hurriedly shook his head and said, "I definitely need to enter the fray, please arrange it, Great Elder."

Upon hearing this.

The Great Elder could only nod and waved at another Elder nearby.

The Elder understood, took control of a flying sword, and flew towards the center of the arena.

Then the Great Elder turned back to face Ye Luo and said with a smile, "Young Friend Ye, please go easy on them, these ten disciples are treasures of the Qiandi Dao Sect."

Ye Luo nodded without a trace of modesty.

He felt that fighting those ten disciples would be like killing chickens.

However, his Respected Master had told him to cause trouble...

Would just trampling over the Qiandi Dao Sect be enough?

Ye Luo began to ponder deeply.

He was contemplating whether his Respected Master had a deeper meaning.