Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

Chapter 694 - 720 Chen Jun

Chapter 694: Chapter 720: Chen Jun Chapter 694: Chapter 720: Chen Jun Ning’an Small City.

After the snowstorm was sealed off, countless Mortals living within emerged to carry out their activities.

No sooner had the Mortals begun to move about than they were informed of a piece of news.

An Immortal Master had arrived, wishing to pass on an opportunity.

Those with the poorest cultivation aptitude, who could read and write, and who possessed a scholarly demeanor, all had the chance to become Cultivators.

This caused quite a stir throughout Ning’an Small City.

Numerous Mortals, upon hearing that the Immortal Master was residing in the City Lord’s Mansion, swarmed around it.

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In just a short moment,

The entire City Lord’s Mansion, inside and out, was thronged with people, their discussions ebbing and flowing like waves.

“They want someone with poor aptitude? Not someone with good aptitude? How bizarre…”

“Why do you care so much? It’s not you who’s taking disciples, it’s the Immortal Master. If the Immortal Master says he wants those with poor aptitude, then it must be poor aptitude that’s required.”

“I knew it! I just knew it!”

“Cai Family’s Boy, what do you know?”

“I just knew my dad must have a future. Poor aptitude, literate, educated, scholarly—it’s all describing my dad, isn’t it? I’ve always known my dad was bound for greatness, and the time has finally come!”

“What filial piety!”

“…”

The Mortals discussed among themselves.

If only those with high aptitude could cultivate, they perhaps wouldn’t be so excited.

But this was about those with poor aptitude, so they saw hope for themselves.

Who would choose to remain a Mortal if they could cultivate?

If not for the presence of an Immortal Master inside, which they feared might offend him,

These Mortals would have already rushed in, pleading for the Immortal Master to take them as disciples.

As the Mortals were in a frenzy,

In one corner, a young man stood quietly, gazing from afar at the commotion around the City Lord’s Mansion.

Dressed in humble cloth, holding a bamboo slip in his hand, and with long hair draped over his shoulders, an aura of Vast Rectitude Energy lingered between his brows.

Anyone who saw him couldn’t help but commend him as a scholarly gentleman.

At that moment, the young man looked towards the City Lord’s Mansion, silent for a long time.

“Could such a good thing really happen?”

The young man stroked his chin and murmured softly to himself.

Doubt filled his eyes.

He found it hard to believe that such good fortune could come his way.

An Immortal Master coming to find disciples, specifically looking for those with poor aptitude, and even preferring scholarly individuals.

All of these factors hinted that there was something unusual about the situation.

Either way, the young man had already concocted an entire storyline in his head.

Could this be a ruse by some Monster disguised as an Immortal Master to take in disciples?

He had heard that Monsters were especially fond of eating scholarly members of the Human Race.

They thought the flesh and blood of such individuals tasted the best…

A gleam flickered in the young man’s eyes.

His name was Chen Jun, and he was someone of extremely poor aptitude.

It wasn’t really as terrible as all that. At least his aptitude hadn’t always been so poor – in fact, it had been quite good. According to the person who tested his aptitude back then, he had the potential to become an immortal!

But later, a powerful Cultivator with the ability to predict destinies did a reading for him.

After divining his fate, the powerful Cultivator left behind some words before dying abruptly.

The message he left stated that Chen Jun would overturn the rule of the Heavenly Dao and rebel against Tiantu in the future!

These words put Chen Jun in an extremely passive position.

Especially as the saying spread wider and eventually seemed to reach the ears of the Heavenly Dao, which personally sent down divine thunder to destroy all of Chen Jun’s cultivation aptitude, reducing him to a cripple.

With his aptitude lost, Chen Jun, under immense pressure from endless rumors, had no choice but to flee to this distant small city.

Through the experiences of his youth, Chen Jun gradually learned that he could only survive by laying low, waiting for an opportunity to turn the tables.

This was why Chen Jun was now so exceedingly cautious.

Even though he knew the event of the Immortal Master taking disciples might be real, and could possibly be his chance for a turnaround, he still did not wish to participate.

Because he felt that such good fortune would not simply occur in the Cultivation Realm!

Chen Jun squinted his eyes and gripped the bamboo slip in his hand, remaining silent as he walked away.

A mere Monster, trying to deceive him? Impossible!

There’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world!

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Within the City Lord’s Mansion.

Ye Luo and Zhang Han were seated cross-legged.

But their Divine Senses had long since enveloped the entire City Lord’s Mansion, inside and out.

They certainly saw those Mortals.

But among these Mortals, there was no one they were looking for.

Poor in talent, a scholar at that.

These two conditions.

First and foremost, that rules out mere mortals.

The talent has to be truly pathetic.

Those mortals are just subpar in talent, not completely worthless. If they cultivate for a lifetime, they still could reach the Qi Cultivation Realm.

That’s not what they were looking for.

“No, Second Brother, where exactly is the person you mentioned?”

Ye Luo furrowed his brows and said.

“How come this person hasn’t shown up? He’s clearly in the city, so why won’t he come over?”

Zhang Han was also puzzled.

He knew Chen Jun, having met him once before.

Knew the guy was a dud.

And knew he was a scholar.

He was certain that every condition matched for him.

But why wouldn’t the guy come over?

“Shall we go to him proactively?”

Ye Luo suggested this idea.

“No way, Eldest Senior Brother, with our status, how can we do such a thing? No, we must wait for him to come to us!”

Zhang Han flatly refused.

He made it clear, if the other party wouldn’t come, he would never go.

Seeing this, Ye Luo felt helpless and could only wait in silence.

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The next day.

Still no suitable candidate.

“No, wait a bit longer, he will definitely come, Eldest Senior Brother, trust me!”

Zhang Han pressed the action-minded Ye Luo down once again.

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On the third day.

“He will definitely come, Eldest Senior Brother, just wait a little longer…”

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On the tenth day.

“Eldest Senior Brother, give me one more chance, don’t beat me…”

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On the fifteenth day.

“Eldest Senior Brother, not the face, go easy! Let’s wait a bit longer…”

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On the twentieth day.

“Eldest Senior Brother…”

“Get lost, if you utter another word, I’ll kill you first then go back and apologize to our Respected Master!”

Ye Luo, unable to endure any longer, completely disregarded what Zhang Han was saying.

He felt that if they continued to wait, they would only end up with loneliness and waste their Respected Master’s time.

“Eldest Senior Brother, we, as disciples of the Wayless Sect, must value our dignity!”

Zhang Han still wanted to persuade him.

Ye Luo grabbed Zhang Han with a backhand and strode out the door, talking as they walked.

“Second Brother, think about it carefully, did our Respected Master come to us personally when he took us as his disciples? How come you’re now putting on airs even grander than our Respected Master’s?”

So spoke Ye Luo.

At these words.

Zhang Han ceased his fuss.

He felt…

Maybe the Eldest Senior Brother had a point.

It seemed that their Respected Master had indeed personally come to take them as his disciples.

But now, he was waiting for the other to come knocking.

If this got back to their Respected Master.

He, the Second Disciple, acting even more arrogant than the Respected Master.

What would their Respected Master think?

Wouldn’t he be in trouble?

Zhang Han’s heart clenched, feeling like he was treading on thin ice…