Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!

Chapter 1091 - 325: [Ancestral Edict] (2)

Even with these identities, kneeling beside Chen Yan to serve him seemed entirely natural in the youth’s eyes.

It was as it should be, a matter of course.

Suppressing his thoughts, Chen Yan gazed lightly at Zhan Li and said slowly, "Is there anything else?"

"I wouldn’t dare; it’s just that seeing you sitting here, I..."

"If there’s nothing, you may leave first." Chen Yan waved his hand.

Zhan Li appeared respectful, showing no sign of dissatisfaction in her eyes, and bowed her head gently, "Yes."

After speaking, she slowly stood up, bowed again to Chen Yan, retreated three steps, then turned and walked away gradually.

The youth beside him glanced at Zhan Li’s back shadow and sighed softly, "Is she the most outstanding among this generation of the Ghost Race’s young members? Seems like she’s the Cave Maiden of the Black Wood Tribe? The one reputed to be on par with the northern Gu Family’s prodigy girl?"

Chen Yan, expressionless, nodded, "It’s her."

The youth shook his head, his tone indifferent, "Seeing her in person pales in comparison to her reputation, she’s much lesser than the Gu Family girl."

Chen Yan smiled, "Oh?"

"When the Gu Family girl was young, I met her once. Her talent was indeed rare, and her innate qualities particularly suited the Gu Family’s combat technique cultivation path. Back then, I bet with a Fellow Daoist by the Lanjiang River that this girl would achieve a realm breakthrough to Celestial Being by twenty.

And now it seems, the Gu Family girl did not disappoint my expectations.

But hearing about the fame of this Ghost Race Cave Maiden, upon seeing her just now, her demeanor and mental realm fall far short of the Gu Family girl; it’s all just in name."

Chen Yan had already adjusted his mindset, unperturbed and calm, "The Ghost Race had tough times in recent years, they had to push some people forward to maintain a façade for outsiders."

The youth nodded, smiling, "You have a point. However, a fake is still a fake; if she were to encounter the Gu Family girl head-on, she’d surely be overshadowed, and it would look even worse then."

Chen Yan spoke lightly, "That’s their concern, after all. Fellow Daoist Baixue, why trouble yourself with others’ affairs."

Chen Yan intentionally said "Fellow Daoist Baixue" to probe the counterpart’s reaction.

Upon hearing this, the youth raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly unsurprised by Chen Yan seeing through his identity, and smiled wryly, "Unfair indeed."

"Hmm?"

"Though I’ve assumed many shapes during my earthly experiences, I have the issue of always preferring this appearance; it’s no wonder you see through my true form easily.

But you, on the other hand, conceal your identity with a spell, making it impossible for me to discern yours, which is unfair."

After a pause, the youth’s eyes suddenly brightened, as if he thought of something amusing, "How about a wager between us? I’ll guess who your true form might be, if I get it right, you owe me a bet."

Chen Yan felt uneasy inside, but maintained a facade of calmness, "For how long do I have to be guessed? If you end up guessing for decades, it would be meaningless."

"Just for this occasion, if I don’t guess right by the end, I’ll concede defeat."

Chen Yan considered briefly, "What’s the wager?"

The youth chuckled, "Let’s say a favor is owed; whenever in the future we run into each other, I’ll collect that favor."

Frankly, Chen Yan didn’t genuinely dare to gamble, nor did he truly want to.

But, feigned as his identity may be, the being beside him was a genuine Venerable Saint—even if in a mere avatar, still a Saint!

Clearly, he held a misconception about Chen Yan’s identity!

Fearful of exposing a flaw, Chen Yan dared not refuse.

He smiled serenely, feigning a deep demeanor, and nodded, "Let’s do as you say, Fellow Daoist; if you guess my true identity, I’ll concede and owe you a favor."

"Agreed, a bet it is." The youth smiled lightly, "Given our status, there’s no need for Heavenly Dao oaths; the wager is established, and that’s settled."

How could Chen Yan dare to make any sort of Heavenly Dao oath in front of this Venerable Saint?

He dared not to exert even the slightest spell or mana flow!

"Since it’s a guessing game, I wouldn’t ask for any valuable information from you. But... given you’ve come here, you must have some personas or false identities for external use?"

"And you, Fellow Daoist Baixue, what’s your current identity?"

"A person from Luochuan, a loose cultivator named Lu Kang." The youth extended a finger, writing the characters "Lu Kang" on the table before waving his sleeve to erase it without leaving a trace.

This way and that, leaving no trace, the table shone as if new.

Naturally, Chen Yan wasn’t surprised by the means of this Venerable Saint.

The problem was, he himself had none!

"I go by Zhao Shanhe, an outer sect disciple of the Celestial Demon Yin Yang Joyful Sect."

The youth Lu Kang’s eyes flashed, and he glanced at Chen Yan, "You’ve assumed the identity of a disciple from the Celestial Demon Yin Yang Joyful Sect... well, then you surely aren’t Fellow Daoist Xiangshan, else this disguise would be too easy to reveal."

After a pause, the youth suddenly laughed, "You seem cautious and reserved in speech; from this nature, could it be you are the one from East Chuan Lake?"

Chen Yan had no idea who "the one from East Chuan Lake" within the Domain Realm might be.

Yet with a stoic face, he glanced at youth Lu Kang and shook his head, "Such questioning isn’t proper."

He chuckled lightly, "There are but so many of us; if you go through one by one, guessing ten or eight, you might just stumble upon the right one—by luck alone, it loses all interest."

"True, so I will only guess three times." Youth Lu Kang laughed freely.