Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning Chapter 81 - 81 81 The Master is Not True

Chapter 81: Chapter 81: The Master is Not True Chapter 81: Chapter 81: The Master is Not True Editor: Atlas Studios These are all reputable characters from the Martial Arts world of the Southwest.

Invincible Divine Fist Shangguan Xiong from Shenquan Sect, Vice Sect Master of Mo Yuan Sect, Teng Yuxuan, Young Pavilion Master of Huanhai Pavilion, Xu Shaqing…

Pick any one of them, and they hold significant sway.

Amidst this impressive gathering, naturally, they didn’t pay much mind to two unknown youngsters, Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun.

They were rely curious as to how these two juniors, unaccompanied by a ntor, ended up here inexplicably?

But it wasn’t just a simple matter of showing up here.

Although Xuanji Hut is called a hut, it has a rather spacious interior; despite the simplicity of the hall’s furnishings, they were anything but crude.

An ancestral Daoist statue stood at the forefront, with incense and candles burning continuously.

Two rows of chairs lined both sides of the hall, no fewer than twenty.

There were chairs aplenty, yet more people, with so having nowhere to sit and forced to stand inside the hall. Yet, oddly, Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun were each offered a chair.

After the ‘Xuanji Valley Disciples’ led Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun to their seats, the looks from the crowd around them suddenly changed.

Though there may not be overtly strange remarks, scrutiny could not be avoided.

Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun seed quite surprised themselves.

Sitting there, they appeared sowhat on pins and needles.

However, the crowd only glanced at them montarily before largely overlooking them.

Seating was arranged by Xuanji Valley, and if any breach of etiquette occurred, it would be Xuanji Valley’s issue. As guests, why would they concern themselves with such details?

Their discussion was more about Master Cang Ming inviting them here and his intentions.

“What mystical business is Old Master Cang Ming up to this ti? We have been here in Xuanji Valley for well over half a month, yet we’ve never caught a glimpse of the old Daoist.”

“Cang Ming, Cang Ming; this ti the man isn’t just hiding his na, he’s keeping out of sight completely.”

“I was in the middle of pursuing that Thousand Mile Feiping Guest, just about to get him, when I received the old Daoist’s invitation, hurrying here only to eat plain food daily, my mouth is almost tasting birds!”

“If you ask , Yu Liu Sword Heart Liu Sui Feng knows better, he just arrived yesterday… huh? Why haven’t we seen him yet?”

Right as they were discussing, soone approached the entrance.

Suddenly, the hall fell silent.

The crowd that was whispering just now suddenly quieted down.

The air seed to grow denser with gravity.

Not for any other reason than the man standing at the doorway was Yu Liu Sword Heart Liu Sui Feng himself!

With a sword in hand, he casually walked in and sat down in the top seat to the left, silent and aloof as a chilling breeze.

With his arrival, the entire hall quieted down.

It was as if everyone’s presence was subdued by this one man alone.

At that mont, Su Mo’s gaze was drawn to the door, where out of the corner of his eye, he spotted soone hurrying away.

Su Mo didn’t recognize the figure or back, but… that person’s back was strapped with sothing.

That object, long and slender, slung diagonally, over seven feet in length…

“…Could it be?”

Su Mo’s brow slightly lifted, but there was no ti now for further thought, as Master Cang Ming had arrived.

The old Daoist had clearly taken the effort to ‘dress up’ today, his hair ticulously grood, and flanked by two little Taoist boys, he slowly made his way in.

He paused before the main seat and, turning around with a smile, said: “Esteed guests, you have been at my humble dwelling for so ti, yet due to pressing matters, I have been delayed. Please don’t take offense.”

There’s sentint in a eting.

Before eting Master Cang Ming, there were complaints of all sorts.

But now that they’ve seen him, the anger dissipated.

They all gestured with their hands, indicating no offense, rely left wondering why Master Cang Ming had gathered them all here.

“The matter is a long story.”

Master Cang Ming sighed softly, “As ntioned in the invitation, the new tea was ready, and today is just the right ti to invite everyone to discuss affairs over tea tasting.”

After finishing his words, the Xuanji Valley Disciples imdiately stepped forward and served tea to everyone.

Teng Yuxuan of the Mo Yuan Sect was a great enthusiast of tea. Seeing the tea served before him, he reached out for a cup, gently skimming the leaves on the surface, releasing a burst of fragrant aroma.

“The fine tea of Master Cang Ming, I have been looking forward to it for a long ti.”

He was about to drink the tea.

“Wait a mont!”

Suddenly, soone spoke up.

The crowd looked towards the voice, which ca from one of the two youngsters who were out of place in the hall.

The speaker was Yang Xiaoyun.

“Oh?”

Teng Yuxuan smiled and spoke, “Young friend, do you have sothing to say?”

He was not annoyed by Yang Xiaoyun’s interruption, displaying the deanor of a venerable senior.

Apart from him, everyone in the room, including Master Cang Ming, turned their gaze towards Yang Xiaoyun.

However, Master Cang Ming’s eyes seed to smile but not quite, yet he did not speak.

“…There might be so issue with this tea, it’s best not to drink it.”

Yang Xiaoyun was at a loss for words at the mont; surely she could not say that the tea was too hot to drink?

“Hahaha.”

Teng Yuxuan broke into hearty laughter, stopped looking at Yang Xiaoyun, and turned to Master Cang Ming: “Master’s young friends here are quite amusing, but I wonder what could be wrong with the tea?”

“Perhaps they are the ones to ask.”

Master Cang Ming, wearing a smiley expression, looked at Yang Xiaoyun: “Young lady, since you say there’s sothing wrong with the tea, why not speak plainly?”

“Is it necessary for to point out the problem with this tea?”

Yang Xiaoyun turned to Master Cang Ming: “You should be well aware of it.”

“This truly leaves puzzled.”

Master Cang Ming shook his head gently, “Young lady, there’s no need to speak in riddles with . Speak freely; everyone here is your senior in Jianghu, even if you misspeak, no one will bla you.”

“…Very well then.”

Yang Xiaoyun laughed with anger: “The people of the Youquan Sect are even more open and upright than I had imagined.”

“Youquan Sect?”

As these three words were uttered, many in the crowd suddenly changed color.

Soone spoke in a cold voice, “Young lady, in Jianghu, spoken words, like spilled water, cannot be taken back. Do you understand the aning of irreversibility? Your words today are not just spilling water, but slinging mud at Master Cang Ming’s reputation. It’s not too late to hold your tongue now. Don’t speak nonsense and lead astray both yourself and others.”

Had soone else said this, it might have carried so weight, but the speaker was none other than Divine Finger, Elder Beichen.

Yang Xiaoyun knew long ago that this person had been disguised by soone else.

She huffed coldly, “Evil demon, let’s see how long you can continue your charade. As long as no one drinks this tea today, let’s see what you can do. Master Cang Ming, let’s set aside the matter of the tea for now, and let ask you this… are you truly Master Cang Ming?”

“The way the young lady talks is getting more and more baffling.”

“Of course Master Cang Ming is Master Cang Ming, where could there be a fake?”

“Young lady, you’re not suggesting that Master Cang Ming has been impersonated by soone using a disguise, are you?”

As these words settled, they were t with a burst of laughter from the entire hall.

Yang Xiaoyun, however, paid no heed to them and spoke icily, “Youquan Sect, two parts, three flags, six orders, the Body Seizing Order specializes in disguises. It is said that even the closest of kin can sotis fail to discern the true from the false. I wonder, dear seniors, have you heard of such a thing?”

Upon these words, the hall fell into silence.

So couldn’t help but look towards Master Cang Ming, their eyes betraying a hint of vigilant suspicion.