Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

Chapter 315: Chapter 335: Yi Yi Sword Sect? (Second Update)

Ye Mansion Square.

On the high platform.

Ye Luo shook his head as he watched his cousin being surrounded, with no intention of speaking. He quietly sat at the table, watching the delicacies laid out, his thoughts unknown.

Father Ye and Mother Ye, seeing their own son not speaking, wanted to ask something, but some relatives who came by interrupted them.

Father Ye and Mother Ye had no choice but to deal with these relatives first.

Ye Luo was clearly too lazy to entertain these relatives and kept to himself as he sat there.

However, even though he wanted peace, others didn’t wish to leave him be.

Under the urging of some relatives, Ye Luo was still called over to join the younger generation.

Helplessly, Ye Luo could only walk over to several tables and gathered with dozens of young members of the family.

Even as Ye Luo arrived, he still showed no intention of speaking, just standing there, listening to the discussions among the younger generation.

“It’s no surprise he’s the number one of Ye Mansion’s younger generation, Brother Song’s spirit. In the future, he’s bound to be a powerhouse at the Early Golden Core Realm!”

“Early Golden Core Realm? Are you looking down on my Brother Song? I think Brother Song will surely be… an unparalleled powerhouse at the Middle Stage of the Golden Core Realm one day!”

“Can’t you think bigger? At the very least it should be Middle Stage Peak of the Golden Core Realm, right?”

These young members of the Ye family were all flattering him.

The person they were surrounding and flattering was none other than the one named Ye Song.

At this moment, the man called Ye Song stood expressionless, exuding an aloof demeanor, quietly standing there, enjoying the crowd’s company, without uttering a word.

Yet Ye Luo could clearly see his cousin’s eyebrows twitching slightly with repressed joy.

Ye Luo wanted to laugh as he watched, but he restrained himself and continued to watch from an inconspicuous place.

On the other side.

A young member of the Ye family suddenly stood out.

“Brother Song, I have a question to ask. I wonder if you could answer it?”

The young man raised his hand and spoke.

“Ask.”

Ye Song responded coldly with a single word.

“Well, Brother Song, I’ve heard that the strongest and most prosperous in the East State is the current Holy Land. I don’t know the name of this Holy Land. Do you know the name, Brother Song?”

Curiosity filled the young man’s face.

As these words came out.

Others also showed looks of curiosity, turning their eyes toward Ye Song.

Even Ye Luo glanced over.

But Ye Song felt a tightness in his heart. The Holy Land was not something he was supposed to know the name of.

However, he seemed to have heard the name of this Holy Land from his Respected Master once, though he couldn’t quite remember it now.

Seeing the curious looks on everyone’s faces, Ye Song knew that not saying the name today would make him lose face.

So, he racked his brain in an effort to recall.

After a moment, when he still couldn’t remember, he braced himself and ventured a guess.

“Hmm…”

“This… Of course, I know the name of the Holy Land of the East State. It is the Yi Yi Sword Sect! Yes, it’s the Yi Yi Sword Sect!”

Ye Song took a deep breath, confidently and composedly said.

Upon hearing this.

Ye Luo nearly face-planted on the ground.

What in the world was the Yi Yi Sword Sect?

When did he, himself, establish a Yi Yi Sword Sect?

Ye Luo fell silent.

He didn’t want to say anything, knowing why the name Yi Yi Sword Sect came up.

As for the young people, they didn’t know the specifics.

Seeing that Ye Song had actually mentioned a name, they all believed it to be true and showed looks of awe.

“Brother Song, you actually know the name of the Holy Land!”

A girl looked at Ye Song with admiration.

“Yes, it is no secret that I have also visited the Yi Yi Sword Sect when it was first established, and I have even met the master of the Yi Yi Sword Sect.”

Ye Song thoroughly enjoyed himself, and his words gradually became more and more exaggerated.@@novelbin@@

“Brother Song, have you ever seen that legendary Master of the Holy Land? What does the Holy Land Master look like? Can you tell us about him?”

A young person pleaded.

“Of course I’ve seen him! I was there with the Sect, so of course I met the Holy Land Master, and what’s more, that Holy Land Master even patted my shoulder, saying I had good talent!”

Ye Song lifted his head, boasting proudly.

As he made this declaration,

the young people erupted into exclamations of amazement, showering Ye Song with praise.

Ye Luo watched this with a sense of speechlessness.

He had praised the other’s talent? He was unaware of that.

Ye Luo couldn’t bear to watch anymore, thinking that Cousin Song’s bragging was truly over the top.

His cultivation levels might not be impressive, but his skill in boasting was quite formidable.

Thinking thus, Ye Luo didn’t intend to expose him; he got up and went to sit down at a desk, waiting for the much-anticipated annual clan competition to start.

…

Finally, after waiting for half an hour,

several servants came in, telling them that they could go out and get ready for the annual competition.

Upon learning this fact,

Ye Song no longer continued his tall tales, instead leading the younger generation out.

Ye Luo, seeing this, followed at the end of the procession, blending in like an invisible presence.

The group walked out from the high platform to the square.

On the square, many Elders were maintaining order, directing the youngsters to draw lots to determine the order of appearance in the competition.

Ye Luo also drew a lot.

When he looked at the name on his lot, he was stunned for quite a while.

In his hand, the small wooden tag bore a name: Ye Xue.

Wasn’t this his cousin sister?

Ye Luo found it amusing.

He wondered whether he should just concede and let his cousin sister have the victory.

After all, he had no real interest in participating in this annual competition.

With this thought, Ye Luo carefully pocketed the wooden tag.

“Ye Luo!”

Suddenly, a voice came from behind him.

Ye Luo turned his head slightly to look.

He saw Ye Xue approaching from the other side of the square, holding a wooden tag that bore his name.

“Cousin sister.”

Ye Luo turned, greeted her with a smile, and said hello.

“Cousin Ye Luo, your luck isn’t so great, huh? You drew me in the first round.”

Ye Xue said with a laugh.

“Hmm… Indeed, the luck isn’t great.”

Ye Luo said, his smile laced with ambiguity.

Whether he was referring to his own bad luck or to Ye Xue’s, that remained unclear.

“Cousin brother, we’ve known each other since we were kids. Don’t worry, during the competition, I won’t go all out; I’ll use just half my strength. If you can beat me, then it’s your win. How does that sound?”

Ye Xue twirled the wooden tag in her hand, smiling as she spoke.

“Alright… hmm?”

Just as Ye Luo was about to agree to Ye Xue, he suddenly sensed something and lifted his head towards the sky.

In his field of vision,

a streak of extremely fast light flew by.

This streak of light landed on Ye Luo’s hand in an instant.

Nobody else seemed to notice this streak of light.

Obviously, this streak of light was something far beyond the detection of those in the Foundation Establishment Realm, the Qi Refinement Stage, and even ordinary folks…

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