Ten Thousand Years, Eleven at the Summit

An Immortal made of paper?

What a temper. He even dared to look down on an Immortal.

Han Yushu ignored the Qi Chong Dou Niu aura at the mountain gate. He only felt that the young man's choice of words was a breath of fresh air.

As expected of a prized direct disciple from a great Central Divine Continent sect: amusing words, and no small amount of arrogance. In short, even after Han Yushu's well-intentioned warning, the young man still had his nose in the clouds and no idea he was courting death.

Apart from Taiping Mountain, which belonged to the White Jade Capital Great Sect Master's lineage, Han Yushu knew the broad outlines of the Daoist traditions and techniques of Shengao Sect in Treasure Bottle Continent; Cao Rong, one of White Jade Capital Third Sect Master Lu Chen's direct disciples, who cultivated in the Old White Frost Dynasty; Daoist Heavenly Monarch Xie Shi of Northern Juluzhou; and, especially, the Fire Dragon True Person's Padi Peak.

Jiang Shangzhen grew even more anxious and rattled off, "Brother Good Person, have you had too much to drink? What in the world is 'made of paper' supposed to mean? Sect Master Han's talisman arts stand first in Tongye Continent. They even call him the second-greatest talisman master in the Vast Heaven and Earth. You mustn't underestimate him! His orthodox Three Mountains secret talismans are particularly formidable. In lineage alone, they're not one bit inferior to Dragon Tiger Mountain's Five Thunder Divine Method. His water and earth talismans are especially unfathomable, and that's not even mentioning his Spirit Writing art of summoning true immortals, a peerless branch of Immortal Arts..."

Han Yushu let that loose-tongued Jiang Shangzhen expose his secrets. He also let the young man, whose expression seemed to shift, prick up his