I am a living immortal.

Soon the carriage arrived at the agreed farm.

As soon as Chen Tao stepped out of the car, he felt a constant stream of gazes fixed on him. These gazes were strange, as if they were looking at an inanimate object rather than a living being, cold and indifferent. The guards surrounding him subconsciously gripped their sword handles, their muscles tense, their nerves evident.

Chen Tao's mouth curled up slightly. He wasn't frightened by these gazes, but rather excited. He felt the pressure and danger. These people were dangerous, there was no doubt about that.

As soon as the two sides met, the atmosphere became strange.

Until a voice came from the yard, interrupting the confrontation.

"Haha, Manager Chen, I'm sorry for not welcoming you in person. Please come in." He was a tall and thin middle-aged man with a smile on his lips, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

He made a gesture of invitation.

Chen Tao seemed unconcerned or unnoticed. He smiled and got off the carriage and greeted the middle-aged man. "I didn't expect you to come. I thought it would be the chief steward of Prince Cheng's Mansion."

The other party also pretended to be confused: "The housekeeper is busy, so I have some free time. If I don't do something, I will be sorry for the cultivation of Prince Cheng. Besides, this matter is not small. The north-south trade is something that the emperor has not been able to do, but you, the Shenzi Trading Company, have done it. It is really courageous."

"This is all thanks to Prince Cheng's cultivation."

The two men smiled and exchanged gossip and business boasts. Those who knew this was like heading to the Hongmen Feast, while those who didn't thought it was just a gathering with good friends.

But up close, Chen Tao noticed something different. He feared this person was no ordinary person. This person might be the mysterious sorcerer who served King Cheng. He had originally thought he was just a charlatan.

Now it seems the rumors are false. The thin, cicada-wing-like sleight of hand covering his body is a superb technique. It seems that it is no coincidence that King Cheng was able to achieve this with just a fragment of a scroll.

When the middle-aged magician was halfway through leading the way, his whole body trembled and he suddenly turned around to look at Chen Tao.

"you......"

However, Chen Tao still had a smiling face. When the other person turned around, he showed a puzzled expression: "What's wrong with you?"

"No, it's okay, please come in." He was a little shocked as he said this. It was definitely not an illusion. The man in front of him saw through him completely. His spiritual sense was in a frantic alarm.

Looking at Chen Tao's confused expression, he cursed inwardly.

The body that had been close to him now took two steps away. He was afraid that the other party would suddenly attack and kill him. This Chen Tao was no ordinary person, otherwise he wouldn't have been so famous in the Yan Dynasty martial arts world and be called a junior master. But he was not a master after all. If he were, he could turn around and leave now.

After all, the master of Yan Dynasty seems to be different from those in other places.

Take the example of Taoist Master Si Chong. Have you ever seen a martial arts master split a mountain in half? Even though it wasn't a mountain, it was still a mountain, and he did it with his bare hands.

Many people say that he is no longer an ordinary person.

But Si Chong refused to admit it, saying he was still a mortal. He hadn't yet achieved enlightenment through martial arts, and only when he did, would he be able to claim he was no longer mortal.

In reality, he had misunderstood. The Jianghu called Chen Tao "Young Grandmaster" simply because of his young age. Taoist Si Chong was already sixty when he rose to fame, and now, forty or fifty years later, he was over a hundred years old. Chen Tao truly seemed like a child before him. The same was true of the other Grandmasters. The Grand Commander of the Demon Slaying Division had been active since before the founding of the Yan Dynasty; Qiu Cheng also rose to fame in his middle age, then remained silent for many years, now reaching the age of a hundred.

Furthermore, Chen Tao hadn't defeated any of the Grandmasters to prove himself. With these few monsters, Chen Tao probably wouldn't be able to defeat them even after a hundred years. Therefore, the three Grandmasters of the Yan Dynasty were only because these three had elevated the Grandmaster level to an unimaginable level.

If they were just ordinary masters, Yan Chao could still find a few if he looked around.

Chen Tao was hailed as a Junior Grandmaster, which was already a supreme honor. After all, he was the one who was infinitely close to the three Grandmasters.

The value of this is like, having money and having assets that are infinitely close to the richest man are two different concepts.

Therefore, if you don't enter the world of martial arts, you will suffer a great loss if you have only a superficial understanding of it.

When Chen Tao walked into the courtyard, he found it was large. He could tell from his senses that people were standing on all sides. The walls were high, something he had just learned. Standing in the middle of the courtyard felt like being in a cage.

The middle-aged magician kept observing Chen Tao and found that he remained expressionless. This made him very strange. Was this man so confident in himself? Moreover, he entered the courtyard alone, without anyone else.

"you......"

"Are you wondering why I'm so calm?" Chen Tao laughed.

The middle-aged magician's face immediately turned dark.

“Are you too confident in yourself?”

"You could say that. Actually, I'm just curious about the level of the so-called 'immortals' you've cultivated."

"Heh, you know quite a lot. You're just unlucky and ran into a gun, so you can't blame others. You're blocking the way, kill him!!" The middle-aged magician was about to take a step back.

A pair of hands pierced his chest.

Chen Tao was somewhat disappointed. Seeing no blood flowing from the broken chest, he said, "A death-substitute technique? Boring."

The body in Chen Tao's hands turned into ashes and fell to the ground.

The middle-aged sorcerer appeared dozens of meters away. He looked at Chen Tao with a pale face. He had not expected that he would act so quickly and decisively.

"Don't look at me like that. You're about to kill me, so I have to give you a taste of your own medicine."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the attack on Chen Tao had already begun.

Those Deadpools took action immediately.

Amidst the flashes of swords and sabers, Chen Tao was at ease. The eleven men's attack was impenetrable, and their coordination was perfect, leaving Chen Tao absolutely no time to breathe.

The sharp wind from the fists kept whistling in the air.

Two fists are no match for four hands, but Chen Tao had no such worries. He started with a powerful attack, his hands as flexible as flowing water and as powerful as a tidal wave.

In a trance, it seemed as if these eleven people were facing not a person, but a surging and unstoppable river.

The sound of flowing water reached his ears. The air around him, stirred by Chen Tao's hands, formed an enormous vortex. This vortex pulled all the enemies around him towards him.

That is a kind of nature that cannot be resisted by human power.

The middle-aged magician didn't care about anything else, his face even paler than before. He looked at Chen Tao in disbelief: "How is it possible! How could you!!"

"Nothing is impossible! Crazy waves!"