Although Master was formidable, his reputation was mostly limited to Mountain City.
Moreover, Master's "reputation" was not even within the industry, but outside it—in other words, among ordinary people.
If you asked Corpse Collectors, boatmen, people living by rivers, or fishermen, they all knew that my master was second to none.
So within the entire feng shui world, Master's "reputation" was relatively low.
Now that they saw Master's Thunder Method was so violently powerful, Maoshan was the first thing that came to mind.
The fame of Maoshan's Lightning Thunderbolt Technique extended both inside and outside the industry. Uncle Nine had even made a film featuring it.
The Huang Family members naturally assumed that Master was a disciple of Maoshan.
Master had definitely heard them, but he did not refute it.
On the other side, Daoist Qingshan's techniques and talismans were easy to identify.
There were not many sects in the entire feng shui world that used blue talismans.
"That old man is from the Qingcheng Sect."
"That's right, the Qingcheng Sect."
"Even disciples of the Qingcheng Sect have become lackeys of the Secret Bureau."
"Damn it, we must kill them all. Leave none alive!"
"..."
As they spoke, dense swarms of Soul-Devouring Gu rushed toward us.
Each one was, on average, as large as half a millstone.
They surrounded us tightly amid the swarm of gu insects.
Amid their shrill "squeaks," they kept pouncing at us.
Uncle Yu was protected in the middle while everyone guarded the perimeter.
Not only did we have to watch out for the insect swarm, we also had to deal with these Soul-Devouring Gu.
Master and Daoist Qingshan stood out the most. Whether gu insects or Soul-Devouring Gu approached, they were blasted apart by a palm, a sword, a talisman, or a horsetail whisk.
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