Seeing Zhang Yuchen's exaggerated expression, I felt a little embarrassed.
I merely smiled and said:
"Don't be so surprised. Iron Tube didn't know the extent of my cultivation.
And it was raining, so I used the Thunder Method to target him and defeated him outright.
I had the advantage of timing, terrain, and people..."
I wasn't bragging or being conceited.
But Iron Tube really did have some skill.
He had simply run into me. There was nothing to be done about that.
Even Mao Jing, with his monstrous talent, Pan Ling, who had been born with Yin-Yang Eyes, or Zhang Yuchen, who carried Yin-Yang Embroidery on his back, would probably have found it difficult to defeat Iron Tube.
At that moment, Uncle Yu laughed twice.
"Xiao Jiang, you're being too modest. Let me put it this way! Among the younger generation in the world today, I don't think there's anyone stronger than you."
"That's right. The disciple I chose is naturally outstanding!"
My master happily chimed in.
Uncle Yu immediately became displeased.
"You fucking chose him? If I hadn't told Xiao Jiang to come find you, would you have gotten a disciple like him?"
My master's temper flared up on the spot.
"Yu Long, what the fuck do you know? This is called fate. Xiao Jiang and I were destined to be master and disciple. It was ordained by heaven, just like how I'm destined to reel in a hundred-pound catch. That's heaven's will..."
"Heaven's will my ass..."
Damn it. My master and Uncle Yu were about to start arguing again.
I hurriedly interrupted them.
"Master, Uncle Yu, um, do you know anything about the Yin Ghost Sect? That demonic Daoist said his master was named Luo Yunsheng. Do you know what his background is?"
Only then did my master