The Founder of Qi Cultivation, Reincarnates?

"See, what did I tell you? The bastard has gotten stronger."

Mu Fan said while glaring at Yang Su.

Jun smiled at an approaching Yang Su, but he suddenly thought of something before asking excitedly.

"Wait, Elder brother, does this mean you're going to be placed seventh on the Chosen Rankings after beating Anang?"

"I-"

Yang Su went to respond, but he was interrupted by a shout that came from someone rushing by the Inn.

"Everyone! The Mask Prophet is battling again, hurry to the battle Arena!!"

"What?! Now way, move, move, move, I need to see this!!"

Immediately, this person's words caused everyone who was shocked by the battle they just witness to become frenzied. A stampede suddenly occurred as everyone gathered here dashed in a certain direction.

Yang Su's body shook slightly, and what that person said before running by reverberated in his mind.

"Mask Prophet..."

It would be too much of a coincidence if that person was Li Shen. Not everyone who wears a mask would be him. But still, Yang Su couldn't help his body from moving.

Right behind Yang Su was Jun holding a still-sleeping Tai, as well as the others.

Following the crowd, Yang Su came to a large battle arena. Immediately, loud cheers bombard his ears.

Despite the intense situation, his eyes managed to focus on the large stage at the center of the battle arena.

"Once again, the Mask Prophet has defeated another opponent!"

A commentator responsible for announcing the winner of a match suddenly yelled while pointing at a masked person on the stage.

Shabby clothes, a gray mask, and most of all, a lack of shoes.

Yang Su's body trembled even harder when he saw this person. The resemblance was too uncanny.

"Master, is that you?"

Yang Su muttered.

"Oh, it looks like the Mask Prophet will break his tradition of only fighting once a day! Everyone who missed the first match you're in luck!"

Immediately, cheers from the crowd erupted in this large arena.

"So, who will the next challenger be? As the Mask Prophet has said, anyone with a cultivation base below the late stage of the Core Formation Realm can battle him. Anyone?"

Swoosh!

The commentator hadn't finished his words for long before a figure could be seen leaping onto the stage. He was fast and beat four other figures who were in the midst of jumping up, those four ultimately decided to retreat albeit unwillingly.

"We have another challenger!"

"..."

"Hey, are you new here? You have to announce your name and cultivation."

The commentator said after not hearing the figure announce his name.

"I'm Yang Su, Late Foundation Realm cultivation base."

Yang Su snapped out of observing this masked person in front of him to say.

The commentator looked at Yang Su's wounded and bloodied figure with a weird expression, but he soon ignored it.

"This person is name Yang Su, and his cultivation is-!!"

The announcer was about to yell Yang Su's name and cultivation rank to the noisy crowd, but he suddenly paused before looking at Yang Su dumbfounded.

"Huh? Did you just say your cultivation base was at the Late Foundation Realm? Are you joking?"

The commentator despite asking this got no response from Yang Su. Seeing that Yang Su was just staring at his best fighter, he sighed and said.

"Hey, if came up here to just stare then you better get off. I'm tired of dealing with people like you, just find him after the match or something. Hey? Are you listening?"

"Master…"

Yang Su said, completely ignoring the commentator.

"Huh? What? Master? You want him to take you as a master, are you right in the head? I've seen crazy fans like you but you're even crazier."

Swoosh.

Swoosh.

Suddenly the figures of Jun and the others appeared on stage.

"Huh? What's going on, who are these people?"

The crowd seeing this began to get confused, some even began cursing at Yang Su and the others to get off the stage.

"Hey, what are all of you doing, get off!" 𝗳𝒓𝙚e𝓌e𝚋𝙣𝚘𝐯𝙚𝙡.𝑐૦ｍ

The commentary suddenly barked at them.

Jun after staring at this person called the Mask Prophet for a moment said.

"Elder brother wait, that's… I don't sense-"

However, he couldn't finish as the masked person suddenly turned around to leave.

"Ah! Wait! Wait!"

The commentator seeing this began to panic. He glared at Yang Su and the others before rushing after the Mask Prophet.

"Elder brother, let's go, it's not master."

"No, it's him."

Yang Su immediately retorted while looking at the masked person's back.

Suddenly, Yang Su's eyes flickered.

"Bastard!"

He yelled before dashing forwards.

At the same time he reacted, Long Feng who was in the crowd watching made a move. He appeared in front of the masked person blocking his path.

"I finally found you, you fucking thief."

Long Feng said before leaving an afterimage as pounced on the Mask Prophet.

The masked person reacted at the same time and leap backward.

However, Long Feng's speed was faster. He appeared in front of the masked person and grab at his mask.

"Hm?"

Long Feng having his hand grasp nothing, looked at the masked person who moved his head to the side with slight surprise.

"You're in the Late Core Formation Realm. Who are you, I don't remember offending you."

The masked person spoke for the first time. His voice was distorted but confusion could also be heard in it.

"Master!"

It was at this time Yang Su came and stretched out an arm in front of the masked person to block him from Long Feng.

"You've followed us from the Maple Continent, what do you want?"

Long Feng hearing this, shot a looked towards Yang Su, but he ignored him and instead turned to the masked person and ask.

"How did you dodge that attack, did you know I was aiming for your mask and moved your head out of the way as I reached for it? But how did you know which hand I would use or the angle of the attack? No, you seem to move before I even made an attempt at your mask. Is this where the prophet in your name comes from? Is that instinct or some kind of technique?"

The masked person remained silent upon hearing Long Feng's.

"Haha, not saying anything? Well, can you do that when some attacks you from behind?"

"???"

Out of nowhere, Xiao appeared silently on the mask person's shoulders and raised up his mask.

The masked person now maskless, had Xiao's upside-down face appearing in front of him.

"Huh? He's-"

Xiao went to say, but the masked person reacted quickly and grabbed back his mask from him.

"Wah!"

Xiao yelled as he was flung off his back.

"No way, that kid unmasked the Mask Prophet."

"Is that how he looks? He's quite handsome."

Immediately, the crowd began discussing the sudden face reveal of this enigmatic figure.

Yang Su hearing this slowly turned around and came face to face with this person.

Black hair, black pupils, and a somewhat handsome face. This person looked to be around the same age as Yang Su as well.

However… he looked nothing like Li Shen. And it didn't look like he was using some technique to disguise his appearance either.

"You aren't… You aren't Master?"

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//Tseth: Hey guys sorry for the sudden hiatus. I caught the flu and felt like crap so I wasn't able to upload, but I'm back now! And a heads up, I'm planning on updating daily next month so prepare for that. Oh, and how do you like this chapter? Hehe, is that him, or is it not? I'll never tell haha.//