Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

The next morning,

people from the Cultivators Alliance came to invite Chu Yuan and others to go to the site of the Wan Zong Grand Competition for preparations.

Chu Yuan and the others naturally had no objections.

They had initially planned to ride mounts prepared by the Cultivators Alliance.

But at the critical moment,

Zhang Han suddenly suggested that to embody the Wayless Sect's style, everyone should ride dragons instead.

At that moment, Ao Yu's face darkened, but Chu Yuan was beside him, and fearing Chu Yuan's displeasure, he could only hold back and stared at Zhang Han.

He really wanted to grab this person by the collar and ask fiercely, "Aren't you afraid for your Spirit Root? You've already sworn upon your Spirit Root, yet you still defy everyone like this!"

Chu Yuan felt that riding dragons would indeed better highlight their Hidden Sect's style and, thus, he nodded in agreement.

Thereupon, Zhang Han once again took out his wiles to cajole Ao Yu.

Ao Yu saw Chu Yuan there and could only grit his teeth, agree, transform into a dragon, and carry Chu Yuan and the others flying toward the location of the Wan Zong Grand Competition.

Wuhu!!!

The roar that was uniquely Ao Yu's echoed through the heavens.

...

The site for the Wan Zong Grand Competition was chosen at the very center of an island.

In the center of this island, a vast tower hung suspended above the ground.

This tower served as a place for the Sect Masters of numerous sects to observe the battles.

After arriving here, the four disciples of Chu Yuan's group went elsewhere to make their preparations for battle.

Chu Yuan then entered the tower with Ao Yu.

The tower was vast and filled with Dao Yun everywhere.

Of course, someone named Chu could not understand Dao Yun; to him, the tower seemed mysterious, but he couldn't articulate specifically what was mysterious about it.

"Sect Master Chu! You've arrived—please follow me, your seat is on the third floor."

A deacon standing at the entrance of the tower quickly came out.

"Hmm."

Chu Yuan nodded lightly.

"Sect Master Chu, please follow me."

The deacon said and walked toward the stairway.

Chu Yuan followed expressionlessly.

Ao Yu, on the other hand, was quite curious, looking around the tower.

It was his first time coming to the territory of the Human Race.

In the past, the intractable divide between humans and the Demon Race didn't allow him to enter the territories of the Human Race.

Now he had access, and it was with the Wayless Sect.

Remembering this, Ao Yu felt some of his resentment from being ridden dissipate.

Chu Yuan had no intention of attending to the thoughts of the dragon following him; he proceeded to follow the deacon up to the third floor.

The third floor of the tower was very spacious.

Only a few sparse tables were arranged at the forefront.

Clearly, not just anyone was qualified to enter the third floor.

It seemed that only people from the Hidden Sects were permitted access.

"Sect Master Chu, that central seat is for you. Please take your seat for now; the others will arrive shortly."

The deacon said with the utmost respect.

"Hmm, you can leave for now. Oh, and prepare a seat for this one behind me."

Chu Yuan glanced at Ao Yu and, not wanting to leave him standing the entire time, gestured for the deacon to prepare a seat.

The deacon looked at Ao Yu, nodded, and stepped back.

Soon after, another table was prepared.

However, this table was smaller than the rest and placed behind Chu Yuan to signify that its occupant's status was lower than that of the others present, so as not to cause discomfort among them.

"Fellow Daoist, please have a seat," the deacon said amicably to Ao Yu.

"Thank you," Ao Yu nodded and sat down.

"Sect Master Chu, if there's nothing else, I shall take my leave now. Oh, and Sect Master Chu, our grand competition will start within several small Secret Realms. Once the competition begins, you only need to channel your Mana into the orb on your table to be able to watch."

The deacon spoke again to Chu Yuan, a bit shamelessly.

"Very well."

Chu Yuan nodded, his gaze cast below the tower.

Gazing down from the loft, there was an open space where people steadily entered without any place for combat.

It seemed that the competition was indeed being held within the Secret Realm.

What grandeur.

After all, someone named Chu had never seen what a Secret Realm looked like.

Chu Yuan thought about it and fell into contemplation.

Ao Yu sat behind him, looking around and daring not to speak for fear of disturbing the person who could put his father, the Dragon Monarch, at a disadvantage.

After a while,

several people entered the third floor of the loft.

They were the representatives from the Zhongzhou Hidden Sects.

At this moment, their eyes were filled with gratitude when they saw Chu Yuan.

Grateful that he had allowed them to make breakthroughs.

"Senior Chu, you've arrived so soon?"

"That Wu Yue really doesn't know manners. How could he let Senior Chu come so early? It's only right if Senior Chu arrived after us. How can a senior wait for us?"

"Indeed, however, who is that behind Senior Chu... a Pureblood Dragon Clan member? A direct descendant of the Azure Dragon?"

The representatives approached one by one to greet Chu Yuan, and when they saw Ao Yu behind Chu Yuan, their expressions changed.

A Nascent Soul Realm Pureblood Azure Dragon...

This creature was a treasure trove, with its dragon blood, whiskers, scales, tendons, and eyes all being precious.

Even its saliva was a treasure.

Especially being pureblood, which made it a treasure among treasures.

If such a creature dared to prance before them in the Nascent Soul Realm, they would certainly capture it.

But now that the Azure Dragon was following behind Sect Master Chu, it was untouchable.

Ao Yu, on the other hand, grew nervous, swallowing hard, fearing that any of these people might devour him alive.

"Hmm, this is the Guardian Beast of our Wayless Sect."

Chu Yuan turned to glance at Ao Yu and said with a light and breezy demeanor.

Saying it was a mount didn't have quite the right prestige.

Calling it a Guardian Beast sounded much better.

What Chu Yuan didn't expect was that his comment dissipated all of Ao Yu's resentment towards Zhang Han.

The representatives present were also taken aback.

A Guardian Beast was quite different in nature from a mount.

A Guardian Beast shared a Sect's fate, connected in fortune and misfortune, striving and suffering together.

A mount was merely a mount, with no other significance.

Chu Yuan had no idea about this; he was simply speaking casually.

He didn't realize there was so much complexity to the situation.

Ao Yu was extremely moved, almost ready to kneel down to Chu Yuan.

With such a position, what did it matter if he were ridden?

What about the dignity of the Dragon Clan?

Cough cough, he didn't consider himself part of the Dragon Clan. Hadn't you seen that his cry was different from that of the Dragon Clan?

The representatives of the Hidden Sects nearby were also stunned.

They observed Ao Yu closely.

They believed that this Azure Dragon was truly qualified to become the Guardian Beast of a Hidden Sect.

Although the Azure Dragon's current strength was weak, as a Pureblood Azure Dragon, its potential was immense.

Given time, it would surely become a mighty being.

Not to mention a Pureblood Azure Dragon growing within the Wayless Sect.

The representatives thought about this and couldn't help but feel impressed.

The Wayless Sect had such profound depths indeed.

Their major Hidden Sects in Zhongzhou didn't have the existence of a Pureblood Dragon Clan; at best, they had mixed bloodlines.

To obtain a member of the Pureblood Dragon Clan would require the dragon's willful cooperation; otherwise, it would provoke the Dragon Clan.

Within the Demon Race, the Dragon Clan was one of the supreme overlords — to provoke them was to provoke the entire Demon Race.

That's why they were marveling at the profound depths of the Wayless Sect.

As they were reflecting,

the beads on their respective desks lit up.

The grand competition of ten thousand sects was about to begin...

Everyone's gaze shifted to the glowing beads.