Old Brother Zhang and Little Brother Wang stared at the power radiating from that golden staff and the deep crater it had smashed into the center of the field, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
But after that brief stupor, the two displayed the top-tier adaptability of Eastern Region cultivators.
Thud!
They dropped into sliding kneels almost simultaneously, scrambling and crawling to Li Tiezhu's feet.
"Senior Li! You're truly a god descended to earth, your divine might unmatched!"
Old Brother Zhang raised a thumb and immediately served up a helping of flattery. "That strike didn't just shatter the fiends-it smashed through the fog of ignorance in this junior's heart!"
Not to be outdone, Little Brother Wang shoved Old Brother Zhang aside. "Senior Li! Only today have I learned what it means to be the foremost champion of the righteous path! My admiration for you is like the surging..."
"Oh, right! I have an unmarried niece in my sect, and she's looking for a cultivation partner as magnificent as you..."
"Bullshit! Your niece weighs over two hundred pounds! Everyone knows it!" Old Brother Zhang erupted, then turned back to Li Tiezhu with a smile. "Senior Li, I really do have a lovely young cousin, accomplished in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting..."
Watching these two characters, who had been ready to march together into the Yellow Springs just moments ago and were now snapping at each other over who got to flatter him, Li Tiezhu's mouth twitched furiously.
This was the Eastern Region.
Its defining features were simple, honest folk and a clear distinction between gratitude and grudges.
Still, flattery could slip through where a thousand other things could not.
He waved a hand lightly, putting on an air of unfathomable profundity. "A few mere fiends. Nothing more than a