This Senior Disciple Brother Is Definitely a Master

At the mountain gate of the Qingyun Dao Sect.

Several somewhat dilapidated halls stood tall, much of the paint peeling from their walls.

Outside the main hall sat an incense burner, a single lonely stick of incense burning within, exuding an air of poverty at all times.

Today, Su Changyu rose early.

As the Senior Disciple Brother of the Qingyun Dao Sect, handling the matter of welcoming the Sect Leader naturally fell to him.

Of course, welcoming the Sect Leader back was a small matter; the key was how to start off by fooling this new Little Junior Brother.

He had already arranged for the other junior brothers and sisters to go about their own business, advising them not to interact too much with the Little Junior Brother in the early stages.

First, maintain an air of mystery.

But most important of all was the first impression.

Su Changyu understood very well how crucial a first impression was.

It was precisely for this reason that Su Changyu put on his battle robe—the Qingzhou Brocade Dao Robe he had earned for making it into the top five hundred at the Qingzhou Sword Trial.

Donning the Dao robe greatly elevated his entire demeanor, especially paired with a Three-Foot Green Edge Sword, making him resemble a peerless Sword Immortal.

Looking at himself in the bronze mirror, Su Changyu felt a twinge of emotion.

He was so handsome and had such a striking appearance, so why was he just an ordinary man?

He couldn't help but sigh, for with this facade, he had indeed fooled many into thinking he was an expert.

But paper could never wrap fire; fooling someone once or twice was easy, but without real skill, he would eventually be exposed. That was why Su Changyu disliked going down the mountain—being the Senior Disciple Brother quietly at the Qingyun Dao Sect was quite pleasant.

Just then, Su Changyu set down the bronze mirror.

Calculating the time, it was already the Wu hour, and the Sect Leader would likely be back soon.

With that thought, Su Changyu stepped out of his room.

Arriving at the mountain gate, Su Changyu stood silently on a small slope. His gaze grew calm, and his handsome face took on an inscrutable expression.

The Three-Foot Green Edge Sword hovered before him, while he stood with his hands behind his back, his pose already set, just waiting for this Little Junior Brother he had never met to take the bait.

Thus, in less than the time it took to burn an incense stick, two figures slowly came into view.

At that moment, Su Changyu's heart tightened with nervousness, but he quickly steadied his emotions, letting his unique aura shine through to its fullest.

On the Qingyun Dao Sect's mountain peak, Ye Ping, who had hiked up on foot, was already panting heavily.

Climbing a mountain was a physical labor; for a mortal who had never practiced martial arts or cultivated immortality, the winding mountain path was more exhausting than hauling bricks.

If not for his burning determination to cultivate immortality, Ye Ping would have given up long ago.

Sweat beaded on Ye Ping's forehead, making the trek through the mountain uncomfortable. In contrast, Grand Hua Daoist moved with effortless lightness, not a speck of dust clinging to him, perfectly embodying the immortal's grace and leaving Ye Ping intensely envious.

Just as Ye Ping was lost in admiration, a figure suddenly caught his eye.

Not far away, on a slope, a man of twenty-seven or twenty-eight stood with his hands behind his back.

The man was handsome, wearing a jade crown and a brocade robe, with a Three-Foot Green Edge Sword floating before him. His gaze was deep, as if it held stars within.

"A Sword Immortal?"

The word involuntarily surfaced in Ye Ping's mind.

The figure in the distance fulfilled all of Ye Ping's fantasies about a Sword Immortal.

Handsome and dashing, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, elegant and imposing, like a supreme Sword Immortal.

Especially those eyes—they looked down on everything, as if heaven and earth were nothing more than that in this man's sight.

Ye Ping stood frozen.

To be honest, before joining this sect, Ye Ping had thought the Qingyun Dao Sect must be a very poor one; otherwise, how could someone like him, with No Spiritual Roots, have been accepted?

But when Ye Ping saw this young man, suddenly, he felt he might have been mistaken.

Perhaps this sect appeared to be a low-tier one on the surface, but in reality, it was one of the Hidden Sects, with everyone inside being a big shot, any one of whom could carry him to greatness.

Thinking this, Ye Ping's heart stirred with excitement.

Just then, Ye Ping couldn't help but murmur softly, "Three million Sword Immortals in the heavens, all must bow their heads when meeting me."

These words came from his heart, for only such a line could match the man before him.

Only this line could capture the aura of such a peerless Sword Immortal.

Ye Ping was utterly stirred with excitement.

Su Changyu, too, was momentarily stunned.

He could hear Ye Ping's voice.

This verse made him pause for a beat.

"Three million sword immortals in the heavens, yet they must lower their brows before me."

This line had some weight to it.

Good, excellent for showing off—from now on, these words were his.

Su Changyu rejoiced inwardly. He hadn't expected that coming out to welcome the Sect Leader would let him freeload such a boastful poem.

Fine, very fine, extremely fine—this Little Junior Brother knew what was up.

But soon, Su Changyu reined in his joy. His face remained calm and indifferent, yet at that moment, he turned his gaze to Grand Hua Daoist and then bowed respectfully.

"Disciple greets the Sect Leader. Welcome back, Master."

His voice rang out, warm and smooth as jade.

"Mm." Grand Hua Daoist nodded. He had taken in the entire scene—every move Ye Ping made, every shift in his expression, all observed down to the smallest detail. Naturally, he already knew Ye Ping had been fooled.

But though pleased inside, Grand Hua Daoist did his best to stay composed.

After all, if you're putting on an act, you commit to it. Being loud and brash wouldn't do, would it?

"Changyu, what are you doing here?"

Grand Hua Daoist spoke slowly, questioning Su Changyu.

The latter gripped his longsword and then replied.

"Reporting to Master, this disciple was here comprehending the Heaven and Earth Sword Dao, and also came to welcome Master back."

Su Changyu spoke without a shred of shame, claiming to be comprehending the Heaven and Earth Sword Dao, which made Grand Hua Daoist pause briefly.

Though he had sent a letter telling them to play the part of Peerless Experts, did they have to go this far?

Coming out to welcome him was one thing, but dragging in the Heaven and Earth Sword Dao?

Yet seeing Ye Ping's expression grow even more awestruck, Grand Hua Daoist breathed a slight sigh of relief.

As long as Ye Ping was willing to believe, it was fine. Exaggerating a bit didn't matter—the key was keeping him here. Any means would do.

"In that case, continue your cultivation of the Great Dao here. Ye Ping, this is your Senior Disciple Brother, Su Changyu. Go pay your respects."

Grand Hua Daoist spoke.

Ye Ping snapped back to reality, stepped forward a few paces, and then bowed deeply to Su Changyu.

"Junior Brother Ye Ping greets Senior Disciple Brother."

Ye Ping said, clasping his hands in a respectful salute.

"Junior Brother, you're too polite. Since Master has chosen you, it proves you have some talent. Your senior brother has nothing of value to give, so I'll bestow upon you a stroke of fortune. Comprehend it well."

As he spoke, Su Changyu waved his hand, and a gentle breeze swept forth.

In an instant, Ye Ping felt his heart and mind refreshed, as if his entire being had been elevated.

Grand Hua Daoist, watching from the side, marveled inwardly.

Broke as he was, just sending out a breeze and calling it a stroke of fortune—he never expected his eldest disciple to be so good at putting on airs.

What a waste of such talent for showing off.

"Thank you, Senior Disciple Brother."

Ye Ping had no idea what kind of technique this was. As a transmigrator, such immortal arts in his eyes were nothing short of miracles.

Whether it was truly a stroke of fortune or not didn't matter—this Senior Disciple Brother was definitely a Peerless Expert.