Wu Hao picked his nose, looked at the proud-faced Chu Jingxiao before him, curled his lip, and said disdainfully, "What Tian Yi Holy Master? Some nobody, I've never heard of him. Get lost already. I, Wu Hao, don't take in just any stray cat or dog as a disciple—unless you can defeat that bastard Xiao Yun."
"Hmm?"
A sharp glint shot from Chu Jingxiao's eyes. He carefully examined Wu Hao, surprise and suspicion appearing in his gaze.
This guy had actually never heard of Tian Yi Holy Master?
How was that possible?
In the cultivation world today, who did not know Tian Yi Holy Master's great name?
The Profound Meaning Fast-Track Method had long spread throughout the cultivation world. Who had not heard of it?
His master, Tian Yi Holy Master, was a legend worshipped by countless cultivators. How could anyone not know him?
"No, this guy actually called Xiao Yun a bastard!"
As Chu Jingxiao sized up Wu Hao, he suddenly realized.
Since he knew the name Xiao Yun, how did he dare curse Xiao Yun?
It seemed the youth before him was anything but ordinary. This time, I've truly found a treasure.
Good, he cursed Xiao Yun well. I'm starting to like this little fatty more and more.
Chu Jingxiao smiled at Wu Hao. Rather than getting angry, he spoke gently, "You will naturally learn of my master Tian Yi Holy Master's name in the future. As for defeating Xiao Yun? Hehe, under my tutelage, I believe you will certainly be able to defeat Xiao Yun one day."
Wu Hao kept his head down as he watered the fields with manure, too lazy to pay attention to Chu Jingxiao's bragging.
Train me to defeat Xiao Yun?
Who the hell do you think you are?
Just a puny Lesser