A Grandmaster Isn't Worthy of Carrying My Master's Shoes!

On the Great Immortal Terrace.

The elders of the Misty Sect exchanged glances.

They all saw the shock on each other's faces, which had long overshadowed the gloom of losing the competition.

The bald elder with a long beard, the Second Elder, found it hard to believe:

"Half a year ago, Xiao Huohuo was third-rate. In half a year, he learned such martial arts..."

"Even a Grandmaster couldn't do something like this."

An elder sitting to his right also frowned and whispered:

"Could it be... that Xiao Huohuo fabricated this?"

The elders fell silent again upon hearing this.

Because Xiao Huohuo had no reason to fabricate such a thing.

Moreover, everyone recalled Xiao Huohuo's previous reputation as a waste and asked themselves.

If it were them, no matter how deeply they hid their abilities, could they truly endure the humiliation of having their engagement broken off when someone came to their door?

Even if his temperament was truly that patient, why would he endure it?

Generally speaking, heavenly prodigies hide their talents to avoid enemies.

But as far as they knew, the Xiao Family was the overlord of a small city and had no news of offending anyone from outside.

No enemies outside the city, no rivals within.

There was no need to hide Xiao Huohuo's talent at all.

With Xiao Huohuo's talent of reaching Houtian realm alone at sixteen, wouldn't he be sought after by disciples, have resources for cultivation, and have influential forces vying for his favor?

Even the fools in Xiao Huohuo's family would understand this.

After this line of reasoning, everyone came to a startling conclusion.

Xiao Huohuo was very likely genuinely a waste who was stuck at the third-rate level half a year ago.

Otherwise, there was no explanation!

And in the past half a year, under the guidance of his master, as Xiao Huohuo put it.

Xiao Huohuo went from third-rate straight to Houtian, and his techniques pointed directly to Xiantian!

Such an achievement was terrifying to an outrageous degree!

Amidst the shock, everyone also came back to their senses.

It seemed Xiao Huohuo had mentioned before that his master was...

As everyone realized this, they all looked towards the youth standing before the training ground, the one who seemed to hold nothing in his eyes at all times.

The many gazes turned into expressions of shock once more. Everyone gasped, taking a sharp breath.

They couldn't sense any trace of cultivation on the youth!

What kind of existence was this!!

On the training ground.

Unwillingness had been building on her pretty face for a long time, but when she finally looked at the young man's figure, this unwillingness dissipated, turning into a hint of bitterness.

Xu Ling'er came back to her senses and said with lowered eyes, "I lost."

Then, she glanced back at the shocking giant pit in front of her, and the finger marks behind her, and asked in confusion, "Why didn't your giant finger strike me?"

Her gaze towards Xiao Huohuo was extremely complex: "Shouldn't you hate me to death?"

"Three years ago, I caused you and the Xiao Family to fall into such a situation."

After looking at Xu Ling'er for a while, Xiao Huohuo relaxed his body and withdrew his aura: "I came here solely to fulfill the Three-Year Pact and clear the Xiao Family's name."

"Also, although Master doesn't care about these things, I also want to vindicate my Master."

He looked at Xu Ling'er, his tone becoming a bit more relaxed: "I hated you back then, hated you for putting the Xiao Family and me in such an embarrassing situation."

"But now, we are no longer people of the same world."

Saying this, Xiao Huohuo walked past her, not looking back again.

Xu Ling'er's body trembled, her eyes somewhat dazed, and she murmured distractedly, "No longer people of the same world..."

Three years ago, in the Xiao Family Hall.

She faced the Xiao Family's higher-ups, sword drawn, proudly pointing at the young man whose face was contorted in extreme anger. It seemed these words were meant for him.

Now, the very words she had once looked down upon were being thrown back at her by that same young man.

Xu Ling'er's face turned pale.

As the proud daughter of the Misty Sect, a being admired by countless people since childhood.

She had always been the one surpassing other geniuses, crushing those who were once geniuses under her feet.

When had she ever been so thoroughly crushed by someone else?

For a moment, she couldn't bear it, feeling the expectant gazes from all directions, gazes that had once held such hope for her, now felt like stinging thorns.

As her eyes fell upon the long sword by her side, a figure gently landed beside her.

Wu Shan sighed, helping Xu Ling'er up. "Ling'er, you don't need to be discouraged."

"Your talent, over these years, has been witnessed by everyone in Cangzhou. You didn't lose because of your talent."

He chuckled softly, a hint of self-mockery in his voice. "You lost because of your Master."

As his voice fell, the young girl looked up at Wu Shan in shock, disbelief filling her eyes. "How is that possible!"

"Master, you are at Xiantian Peak, a Half-step Grandmaster!"

"Even in the entire Cangzhou, you can't find many people stronger than you."

"In Cangzhou, countless people would break their heads trying to become your disciple."

"How could this possibly be your problem?"

"If anyone's to blame, it's..."

Before she could finish, Wu Shan interrupted her with an indifferent shake of his head.

He then stood up and looked at the young man below the training stage.

The young man still appeared as if he were an outsider watching a play.

Wu Shan's expression turned respectful as he bowed. "Esteemed Senior."

"If my guess is correct, Senior, you should be a Grandmaster, correct?"

"I wonder which Grandmaster is gracing our sect with their presence."

As his voice faded, everyone on the scene was utterly shocked, many of them stiffening their bodies.

A Grandmaster!?

They all understood perfectly what those three words represented in this world.

In the Southern Desolate Realm, Grandmasters were beings who stood at the pinnacle of the world, representing the absolute peak of the Southern Desolate Realm!

Even searching throughout their Dazhao Country, they couldn't find five such individuals.

Any one of them was someone that countless factions, even the Imperial Family that held absolute control over the dynasty, would seek to appease and curry favor with.

After all, they were true One-Man Armies, capable of deciding the outcome of battles, essentially invincible beings!

Many martial artists would never have the chance to meet such a person in their lifetime.

How could such a person possibly appear in Cangzhou now?

Everyone looked at Chu Feng, whose expression remained indifferent, with a hint of fanaticism.

In this world where strength was absolutely worshipped and revered, encountering such a peak existence, even just to glimpse their appearance, could drive people wild, let alone what else they might achieve.

As if noticing that everyone had finally paid attention to Chu Feng, Xiao Huohuo's face showed a smile.

Although Master didn't care about fame and fortune, he had still managed to bring honor to his Master.

It seemed this honor wasn't fully established yet.

Xiao Huohuo coughed, drawing everyone's attention.

He then said disdainfully, "A Grandmaster?"

"What is a Grandmaster? He's not even fit to carry my Master's shoes!"

"My Master is a being among Divine Immortals!"