Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

In Yunzhou, within an unnamed city.

The second floor of a tea house.

At this moment.

Zhang Han was sitting at a table, looking down at the bustling first floor, hoping to catch some useful information.

However, no matter how he listened, it was all useless information, with anything of real value being exceedingly rare.

"Here he comes, the Storyteller is here—everyone quiet down."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Suddenly, such a phrase came from somewhere on the first floor.

In an instant, the whole tea house fell silent.

Every pair of eyes was now fixated on the outside of the tea house.

A middle-aged man dressed in a blue robe briskly walked into the tea house.

The Storyteller?

Sitting at the table, Zhang Han became interested, picking up his teacup and taking a gentle sip.

He used to enjoy going to tea houses to listen to storytellers when he was still in his mortal family.

But ever since he joined the Sect, he hadn't been again.

Now that he was in Yun State and saw a storyteller, it somewhat piqued his interest.

Zhang Han looked down.

The middle-aged Storyteller swiftly walked to his designated spot, sat down without any hesitation.

"Sorry, sorry, I was delayed due to organizing some stories, thank you for waiting," he said.

"Dear patrons, before we begin our story, let us first discuss the recent matter between cultivators and the Demon Race," the Storyteller slowly began.

As soon as he spoke.

Many of the customers below were displeased; they all knew that the cultivators of Yunzhou and the Demon Race were waging a great battle.

But since neither side intended to involve the Mortal Realm, the people of the Mortal Realm weren't worried at all, and they didn't understand why this Storyteller wanted to discuss this matter.

"Don't rush, gentlemen, what we need to talk about is something that just happened recently. The Cultivators and the Demon Clan Dragon Monarch have been fighting long enough, and recently, the Yunzhou Cultivators Alliance conducted a negotiation with the Demon Clan Dragon Monarch. Ladies and gentlemen, guess how it turned out?"

The Storyteller left a cliffhanger, trying to encourage discussion among the customers.

Hearing this, the customers became somewhat interested and began whispering to each other. Experience more content on empire

"So the Yunzhou Cultivators Alliance actually dared to negotiate with that Dragon Monarch? That's a miracle."

"Hahaha, isn't the leader of the Yunzhou Cultivators Alliance famous for talking big but acting timid? And he actually dared to negotiate with the Demon Clan's Dragon Monarch?"

"Cough cough, that one from the Cultivators Alliance certainly has a big reputation—we common mortals all know of him..."

"Blabbering all day, as if no one understands this or that better than him—it's laughable. No wonder he's famous."

The customers were talking and laughing.

The Storyteller, hearing the customers' interest, also breathed a sigh of relief.

He watched the lively scene.

After waiting a while.

He struck the awakening wood to quiet the room down a bit, then spoke up.

"It seems the patrons have guessed it already, yes, indeed, this negotiation ended in failure."

"It was close to success, but the Demon Race is fickle, and that Dragon Monarch is especially cunning. He turned hostile at the last moment, leading to the failure of the negotiation," declared the Storyteller loudly.

...

Zhang Han on the second floor quietly listened to these words.

He stroked his chin.

He had a feeling that things weren't as simple as they were being made out to be.

Suddenly, two cultivators at a nearby table began to talk.

What they discussed caught Zhang Han's attention.

He heard the two cultivators whispering to each other.

"What crap this Storyteller is spouting. I was there at the time, and it didn't happen like this at all," one cultivator said.

"Oh? You were there? Come on, tell us what really happened."

"The two sides had agreed to a truce, who knows why the Cultivators Alliance leader suddenly had a brain fart, went and asked the Dragon Monarch how dragons roar, if it's like 'woohoo woohoo,' and almost got himself slapped to death by the angry Dragon Monarch..."

"So the negotiation failed just like that?"

"Yup, the Dragon Monarch immediately declared that he wanted seven-tenths of the Yunzhou Cultivation Realm gone."

"..."

After hearing this.

Zhang Han found it somewhat tragically comical.

What kind of person was the leader of the Yunzhou Cultivators Alliance to be so quirky?

He couldn't help but feel some sympathy for Yunzhou.

What an absurd occurrence.

A Holy Land ravaged...

And now a branch of the Cultivators Alliance being led by an eccentric...

Was Yun State playing itself into oblivion?

Zhang Han shook his head, not knowing what to say.

Below, the Storyteller had already moved on from the subject.

He began to tell the story.

Clap.

The Storyteller struck the awakening wood, sitting up a little straighter.

"Alright, we've finished with that bit; now let's get to our story for today."

"Continuing from where we left off yesterday, let's go on."

"Hidden Sect Master Battles the Dragon Clan, Chapter Seven, Using Heaven and Earth as my playground."

"As the tale goes, Sect Master Chu of the Hidden Sect, seeing the Dragon Monarch ready to strike, knew fighting on the ground might involve the mortals, so he took the initiative to lead the Dragon Monarch into the sky for battle, thus sparing the Mortal Realm from harm!"

"In the firmament, ninety-nine billion nine hundred and ninety-nine million meters up, Sect Master Chu battled the Dragon Monarch. Neither could best the other, the fight was fiercely indeterminate..."

"After battling for three days, Sect Master Chu felt he had gauged the Dragon Monarch's strength. It turned out, these three days had been Sect Master Chu probing the Dragon Monarch..."

"After concluding his probing, Sect Master Chu struck with full force, plucking the sun, moon, and stars from the sky to smash directly at the Dragon Monarch," the Storyteller confidently narrated.

This story...

Zhang Han's eyes widened in disbelief.

Could this be true?

His Respected Master defeating the Dragon Monarch would have been around the time he and his master left the mountain.

If something this huge had happened, how could he possibly be unaware?

Was he blind?

And how could this Storyteller know it, unless he saw it with his own eyes??