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That shout of "Junior Brother"

The sound was like an invisible hammer, striking the hearts of everyone inside and outside the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

In an instant, the entire venue fell silent.

Whether it was the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, who were on the verge of exchanging blows downstairs, the arrogant Yang Kang, or the simple-minded Guo Jing scratching his head, everyone's movements froze at this moment.

Hundreds of eyes swept past Qiu Chuji's tall figure and were fixed on the corner by the window on the second floor.

The young Taoist priest who quietly drank tea from beginning to end.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, Qiu Chuji made his move.

He didn't even glance at the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan behind him again, and completely forgot about that wicked disciple who had made him lose face.

With a swift movement, leaving an afterimage, he soared up to the second floor like a large bird and landed steadily in front of Shen Mo's table.

The murderous aura and coldness on his face had long been washed away by an almost uncontrollable excitement.

The next moment, a scene unfolded that left all the martial arts practitioners in the audience speechless.

Changchunzi Qiu Chuji!

This Taoist master, who was known for his fierce and unyielding nature in the martial arts world, actually bowed respectfully to a young man around twenty years old, performing a deep Taoist salute that reached the ground!

His voice was hoarse and trembling from excessive excitement.

"Junior brother, when did you come down the mountain? I... I thought I was seeing things!"

Shen Mo then put down his teacup.

The bottom of the cup made a soft "click" sound when it touched the table.

In the deathly silence where you could hear a pin drop, this soft sound was exceptionally clear.

"More than a month."

But to the people downstairs, this question and answer sounded like thunder rolling from the heavens!

boom!

The entire Drunken Immortal Pavilion was in complete uproar!

"What?!"

"Changchunzi's... junior brother?"

"How is this possible! When did the Seven Masters of Quanzhen gain a junior brother? And so young at that!"

The Seven Heroes of Jiangnan looked at each other, their faces filled with incomprehensible horror.

Ke Zhen'e unconsciously slammed his iron staff down, and with a muffled thud, he growled hoarsely, "Who is Qiu Chuji to deserve such a grand salute from this man! Just who is this young man?!"

Meanwhile, after a brief period of blankness, Yang Kang's mind began to work at an unprecedented speed.

Shock!

After the unparalleled shock came a wave of ecstasy that swept through my entire body!

Uncle-Master?

Who is the martial uncle who can make even a fierce star like Qiu Chuji bow down in respect?

Doesn't that mean that his seniority instantly surpasses that of the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, these country bumpkins?

More importantly, this young senior apprentice's demeanor... that composure that made him seem indifferent even to Qiu Chuji's full-force aura...

This is an incredibly powerful and unimaginable support!

An incredible opportunity!

In an instant, all the arrogance and disdain on Yang Kang's face melted away completely.

He knew that his chance to rise to the top had arrived!

On the second floor, Qiu Chuji slowly straightened up.

Seeing the horrified expressions on the faces of the people downstairs, he cleared his throat, and his loud voice clearly echoed throughout every corner inside and outside the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

"Gentlemen!"

"This is the last disciple of my revered master, Chongyang Zhenjun, who was accepted as a disciple on behalf of his master, and also the junior brother of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen!"

"My junior uncle from the Quanzhen Sect!"

"His Daoist name is 'Xuanmo'!"

Master Xuanmo!

Junior Uncle of the Quanzhen Sect!

These two titles were like two tangible bolts of divine thunder from the heavens, striking down with a deafening roar!

All the martial arts practitioners present were left dizzy and shaken to their core by the blows!

According to rumors, the innate Dao embryo, hailed as the future hope of the Quanzhen Sect, is actually this young Daoist in front of us.

No wonder!

No wonder Qiu Chuji's attitude underwent such a dramatic 180-degree reversal!

This is Wang Chongyang's last disciple. In terms of seniority, he is on par with, or even more honored than, the Seven Masters of Quanzhen!

While everyone was still reeling from the shock, Yang Kang made his move.

He strode forward, straightened his clothes at the top of the stairs, and bowed deeply to Shen Mo on the second floor, showing utmost humility.

"Disciple Wanyan Kang greets Martial Uncle!"

He did not call himself "Yang Kang," but instead revealed his real name as the young prince of the Jin Dynasty.

This was not only a way of revealing their identities, but also a way of showing sincerity to this newly appeared, highly respected senior uncle.

Upon seeing this, Qiu Chuji let out a cold snort.

He was extremely dissatisfied with Yang Kang's act of recognizing a thief as his father, but since his junior brother was present, he couldn't lash out on the spot, lest he tarnish the prestige of the Quanzhen Sect.

He turned his head to look at Shen Mo, his eyes filled with a hint of testing, but also with a strong sense of anticipation.

"Junior brother, you have already gained quite a bit by going down the mountain and entering the world to find your own 'destiny'."

"I wonder... how has your martial arts progressed? Could you perhaps broaden my horizons?"

Upon hearing this, everyone held their breath once again.

Is this a prelude to action?

Changchunzi Qiu Chuji wanted to personally test his junior brother's martial arts skills.

Shen Mo's gaze slowly swept over Qiu Chuji, whose face was filled with eagerness and anticipation.

He then passed downstairs, where Wanyan Kang's eyes gleamed and his mind was racing.

Finally, the gaze fell upon Guo Jing, who stood in the distance with a simple, honest face, scratching the back of his head, completely bewildered, and the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, whose expressions were incredibly complex.

Under the spotlight.

Shen Mo stood up.

His simple blue Taoist robe moved without wind, the hem fluttering gently.

He spoke calmly to Qiu Chuji, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Since you are in such a good mood, I will gladly oblige."