Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

Inside the palace.

Listening to the words of his Respected Master,

Ye Luo hesitated for a moment.

He had come to see his Respected Master indeed for a matter.

That was to ask his Master how he taught his disciples, or rather, how to make disciples become successful.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

He thought for a while before deciding to speak up.

"Respected Master, my visit this time is certainly first and foremost to pay my respects."

"However, there is a minor matter I would like to consult with my Respected Master about,"

Ye Luo said slowly.

"A minor matter? Speak,"

Chu Yuan said with a look that said 'I knew it'.

This Disciple clearly had something on his mind to come back here.

It was just impossible for him to come and see him without a reason.

"Respected Master... I wish to ask about how to teach my disciples."

Ye Luo started speaking.

As soon as these words were spoken,

Chu Yuan was dumbfounded.

What... what the heck?

You're asking me how to teach disciples?

If I could sort that out clearly, then all the disciples I taught wouldn't have turned out useless.

I can't even figure out the matter myself, yet you're asking me for advice.

But then again,

this Ye Luo couldn't possibly have taken on disciples himself and didn't know how to teach them, so he came to consult him, could he?

"Luo Er, have you taken on disciples?"

Chu Yuan asked tentatively.

"Yes, Respected Master, I have taken on seven disciples, but I don't know if these seven disciples have poor comprehension or if I just don't know how to teach, because none of them can grasp the path, and I feel like I'm about to turn them all into Worthless Disciples."

Ye Luo said with a sense of helplessness.

"Are you saying you're about to turn seven disciples into Worthless Disciples?!"

Chu Yuan asked in shock, hastily inquiring.

"Um... Respected Master, I am incompetent, those seven disciples, no matter how they try, just can't grasp the path, they are indeed about to be ruined,"

Ye Luo admitted shamefully.

Hearing these words, Chu Yuan almost hailed Ye Luo as awesome.

He had taught four disciples and turned three into successes!!!

That cost him three full realms of his own cultivation!!!

This Ye Luo, however, was on the brink of ruining seven disciples.

What else could he call that, if not impressive?

If he could only find out how Ye Luo was teaching, maybe he could follow that example and turn even more disciples into failures?

Chu Yuan's eyes sparkled.

"Luo Er, come on, tell me in detail how you teach your disciples,"

Chu Yuan asked with a face full of 'benevolent' smile.

"How do I teach? Whatever you used to teach me, Respected Master, that's how I teach these disciples, but none of them can learn anything."

Ye Luo said, shaking his head.

"Is that all? Nothing else?"

Chu Yuan raised an eyebrow, asking once more.

"Yes, Respected Master, I'm teaching them in the exact way you taught me."

Ye Luo nodded in confirmation.

"And what about the talents of these seven disciples?"

Ye Luo frowned, not understanding where this was going.

"They all possess the powerful talent of the Heavenly Spiritual Root!"

Ye Luo responded.

Upon hearing this,

Chu Yuan fell silent.

Ye Luo was teaching others in the same way he had been taught, yet he was managing to ruin them.

It must be because of the talent.

On the surface, Ye Luo seemed worthless, but in secret, he had a Physique Close to the Path, a talent which, according to the System, was very strong.

And from what Ye Luo said, those seven disciples only possessed the Heavenly Spiritual Root.

That is to say, his routine of taking on talented disciples and reducing them to worthlessness was totally viable.

Dantai Luoxue also possessed a Heavenly Spiritual Root and he had casually bamboozled her as well.

With Ye Luo's experiment as a precedent.

Could it be that Dantai Luoxue would manage to become successful?

Indeed, cultivating failures was futile; those who were failures had long been so, lacking any lower limits and only possessing the potential to rise.

It was different with talented disciples, who only had lower limits, and no room for further rise.

Thinking this, Chu Yuan finally let go of the anxiety in his heart.

If Dantai Luoxue still managed to succeed after this, then there would be no need for him to continue reducing disciples to incompetence; he might as well find a stool and eat all the flags he owed from before.

However, since things were now stable.

Should he consider taking on another talented disciple?

That way, he could add two minor realms during the check.

Chu Yuan mulled over this internally while maintaining an impassive exterior.

"Luo Er, when it comes to teaching, you must tailor your methods to the individual. What I teach you may suit you but might be unsuitable for others. If you forcibly use the same methods on others, it will only backfire. Do you understand?"

Chu Yuan slowly spoke.

He was quite fond of this disciple.

He might be intent on producing worthless disciples, but that didn't mean he would let Ye Luo follow suit.

"Respected Master, I understand," Ye Luo said thoughtfully, nodding in agreement.

"If you understand, you understand. Don't tell your master 'I understand' again, got it?"

Chu Yuan hastily gestured with his hand, feeling a subconscious sense of alarm at hearing this phrase, though he wasn't sure why.

Ye Luo, though puzzled, dared not ask any more questions and simply nodded his understanding.

Soon after, master and disciple continued their sporadic conversation.

...

Meanwhile.

Within Yunzhou, above the Silver Sky River.

Zhang Han, accompanied by Dragon Prince Ao Yu and Chancellor Gui, arrived here to meet the Dragon Monarch.

As for the method of notifying the Dragon Monarch.

Zhang Han employed the simplest technique of letting the Dragon Prince spill a bit of blood and tossing it into the Silver Sky River.

The Dragon Monarch would surely sense it and come out.

At that very moment.

Zhang Han, hands clasped behind him, looked out at the vast and boundless river with some appreciation for its splendor.

Behind him, Dragon Prince Ao Yu, with a pale and enfeebled complexion and breath as faint as if he had just given birth to septuplets, resentment etched on his face as he watched Zhang Han.

"Hey, hey, hey, my brother, didn't you say just a little bit of blood? Does this look like a little bit to you?"

Ao Yu lamented weakly.

To render a Nascent Soul Realm Canglong so pale and weak was certainly not what could be called a 'little bit'.

"Then let's say it's a little bit more. It's already been done, so stop whining about it," Zhang Han said with a warm smile on his face.

To Ao Yu, that smile was like the grin of a demon.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But still, he didn't dare to speak out loud.

Internally, he ranted furiously.

This damn bastard.

He had the appearance of a warm and courteous scholar.

But in reality, he was like a demon: every step he took was a trap for others, all without the slightest hint of shame!

"If you don't object, then I'll take your silence as agreement, right? Oh, and later, after we finish our discussion, you should accompany me on a little trip. I have an idea to use your blood as a medium for setting up formations, and your dragon scales and tendons seem pretty good, too..."

Zhang Han mumbled to himself as if pondering something aloud.

Ao Yu: "..."

I might not be human, but you are definitely a dog.

Ao Yu felt the urge to roar in protest.

How many years had he been in the mortal realm?

He had never met someone quite like this.

Utterly inhumane.

Zhang Han, seeing the expression on Ao Yu's face, just chuckled and did not care at all.

The next moment, sensing something, his thoughts moved, and a formation rose up, enveloping the three of them.

Just then.

Within the Silver Sky River, a huge dark shadow surged upwards...