Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

Misty Mountain, midway up the slope.

Zhang Han, accompanied by Ye Luo, arrived here.

And he called out Su Qianyuan.

The three brothers were reunited for the first time.

Looking at the figure before them, clad in garment fluttering in the wind, enveloped in a fierce aura, and sporting a shiny bald head—Su Qianyuan.

Ye Luo was bewildered.

It hadn't been that long since he last saw Su Qianyuan.

How had he changed so drastically?

He used to be a dignified middle-aged man, and now he had become bald.

However, the Earthly Sha emanating from this third junior brother was somewhat interesting, as it even made him feel a hint of discomfort.

Ye Luo, standing before a stone, smiled faintly and tucked away his puzzled expression.

"Third junior brother, it's been a long time, and you've changed quite a bit,"

Ye Luo said.

"Eldest senior brother, there was no helping it. The cultivation method Respected Master passed on to me is Body Cultivation, frequently invoking Earth Evil to temper my body. I might never grow my hair back."

Su Qianyuan, who seemed to notice the odd look in Ye Luo's eyes, gave a wry smile and shook his head.

The Body Refining Technique was very effective and could bestow great combat power.

But it did have a side effect on one's hair.

After the Cold Fire Qi entered his body, his hair was already difficult to grow.

Now, he was actively using Earth Evil to temper his flesh.

Expecting the hair to grow back? Impossible. Continue your saga on empire

With that said,

Both Ye Luo and Zhang Han revealed looks of realization.

That is to say, this junior brother will have to keep his bald head forever.

Pity indeed.

The two of them, both with high attractiveness—if one were to describe them, they could only be called handsome.

The only difference between the two lay in their demeanors—Ye Luo's presence was like that of a Celestial Sword Immortal, above worldly concerns, while Zhang Han was more like a scholar, refined and approachable, with every action exuding an invigorating charm.

If the two of them lost their hair, they would fight to the death before accepting it.

"Junior brother, losing your hair is nothing, cultivation is what's important. Being able to cultivate is truly crucial. Hair and such, that's not important,"

Ye Luo said, patting Su Qianyuan on the shoulder, trying to console him.

"Eldest senior brother, I understand. I really don't care about the hair. Cultivation is the most important thing. As long as I'm strong enough, who will dare to comment on my lack of hair? If anyone dares, I'll punch them!"

Su Qianyuan narrowed his eyes, well aware of the harsh reality of this world.

Strength is revered. As long as his strength was formidable, who would dare to comment on his bald head?

If anyone dared, they'd get a punch.

Nothing that a punch couldn't solve, and if something could, then two punches!

"Right, junior brother, you've got the right idea,"

Ye Luo nodded in approval.

Seeing this third junior brother's current state, he was reassured.

"By the way, third junior brother, elder senior brother and I plan to go down the mountain for a sparring session. Would you like to join us to watch?"

Zhang Han suddenly remembered this and extended the invitation.

He and the eldest senior brother were considered strong.

Their sparring might be beneficial for onlookers.

Hearing this, Su Qianyuan hesitated.

Elder senior brother and second senior brother to spar?

One with Dao Yun Tian Cheng, wielding Sword Qi beyond measure.

The other, a master of formations, unparalleled in the art.

Such a spar between the two would surely be a spectacular sight, wouldn't it?

Although all this had nothing to do with his Body Cultivation, Su Qianyuan felt he would deeply regret not watching.

"To watch, absolutely. Let's go, go, go, elder senior brother, second senior brother, if you're going to spar, I definitely must watch,"

Su Qianyuan hastily said.

To this, both Ye Luo and Zhang Han naturally had no objections.

The three of them chatted for a while and then headed down the mountain.

When they reached the foot of Misty Mountain,

Zhang Han had originally planned to spar there.

Who would have thought that Ye Luo would have them continue on, leaving the bounds of Misty Mountain before they sparred?

This left Zhang Han and Su Qianyuan completely puzzled, but they didn't dare to counteract the wishes of the eldest senior brother and could only continue walking forward.

The three of them finally came to a halt on a small mountain range tens of thousands of meters from Misty Mountain.

Zhang Han, walking at the front, looked around at the rugged mountain path and couldn't help but frown.

What was Senior Brother bringing them here for?

Where couldn't they spar?

Why did they have to come here?

Could their sparring possibly break Misty Mountain to pieces?

Impossible, it was just a sparring match.

Zhang Han looked at Ye Luo's back quizzically.

"Senior Brother, shall we start sparring now?"

Zhang Han still maintained an air of scholarly grace as he spoke.

"Hmm, let's begin then. Oh, Third Junior Brother, could you step back a bit? I wouldn't want you to get accidentally hurt while Second Junior Brother and I are sparring,"

Ye Luo waved his hand and said.

Upon hearing this,

Su Qianyuan was taken aback, but he didn't ask any questions and obediently stepped back.

As for Zhang Han,n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

he was utterly bewildered.

Hadn't they agreed on a friendly sparring session?

Why was it so serious?

Even telling Third Junior Brother to move back.

The Senior Brother couldn't possibly be setting me up for a beating, could he?

The thought froze the smile on Zhang Han's face.

"Senior Brother, we're just sparring, you'll hold back a bit, right?"

Zhang Han tentatively asked.

"Of course, Second Junior Brother, don't worry,"

Ye Luo nodded with a cheery smile.

"Senior Brother, you'll really hold back?"

"Really, truly."

"Then Senior Brother, you attack first, okay?"

"I recommend you to set up a formation first, really, you should prepare your formation first."

"No no no, you're the Senior Brother, you should attack first…"

"…"

After some back and forth,

Zhang Han insisted on Ye Luo attacking first.

Left without a choice, Ye Luo let out a long sigh and looked at Zhang Han again.

Oh Junior Brother, Junior Brother.

Telling you to attack first, yet you just won't.

You are the future heir of the Wayless Sect, you should be shrewder, not so genteel and accommodating, letting others take the first move.

Since that's the case, I as your Senior Brother, must properly teach you a lesson.

"So, Junior Brother, shall I make my move?"

Ye Luo said, shaking his head.

"Senior Brother, please feel free to attack…"

Zhang Han hadn't even finished speaking.

When his voice abruptly stopped.

In his field of vision,

Suddenly, a sky full of Flying Swords rose high.

Endless Dao Yun coalesced into countless auras of slaughter, tangled with the Flying Swords.

A tremendous oppressive force bore down.

In an instant, the mountain range was flattened by the force, rock fragments flew about, and trees were snapped in half at their trunks, as if the end of the world had come.

Senior Brother!!! You lied to me!!!

Zhang Han's face instantly stiffened, covered in cold sweat, and he hurriedly tried to draw on the power of Taiyin Star, forming a Formation in his mind, to defend against Ye Luo's attack.

But when he visualized the Taiyin Star Chart in his mind.

The Taiyin Star didn't react at all.

A feeling of dread dropped into Zhang Han's stomach.

Was this the time for Taiyin Star to be stubborn and refuse to act??