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"Yan Dashan is your master?" A middle-aged man's eyebrows lifted slightly, expressing a hint of surprise.

Yan Dashan had grown up in the Seven Injuries Sect since childhood, and being his contemporary, he naturally knew him and was aware of some of his stories.

For instance, when Yan Dashan's master passed away, the debate regarding who would inherit the resources he left behind lasted for quite some time, until Yan Dashan himself left the Seven Injuries Sect.

Then there was the recent incident when his martial uncle, Zhu Haoran, learned of Yan Dashan's whereabouts and proposed that Yan Dashan return to the Seven Injuries Sect, sending people to inquire about this matter.

"Indeed, Senior. Could you tell me if Senior Zhu has arrived?" Lin Yun gently nodded in affirmation.

"Since you are a disciple of younger brother Yan, you are considered on of our own. As for Martial Uncle Zhu..." The middle-aged man paused and smiled.

"Wait a minute..." At this moment, Senior Brother Xintang spoke, his gaze directed at Lin Yun, his eyes gleaming.

However, before he could continue his speech, he was interrupted once again.

"Your master is Yan Dashan?"

From not far away, a hoarse voice sounded.

A robed elder was slowly walking over. He was the one who had just spoken.

"Martial Uncle Zhu..." Witnessing the robed elder, the middle-aged man hurriedly greeted him with respect.

"Martial Granduncle..."

"Martial Granduncle..."

The younger disciples also hurriedly bowed, calling out with great respect.

Including those called Xintang and Guangwei.

"My master is Yan Dashan. Who might you be, Senior?" Lin Yun cast a glance at the robed elder and nodded slightly.

"I'm the Zhu Haoran you seek. As Dashan's martial uncle, according to hierarchy, you should address me as martial granduncle." The robed elder lightly smiled.

Apparently, he had overheard Lin Yun's previous conversation with the others.

While speaking, he took a closer look at Lin Yun and nodded to himself.

The disciple accepted by Dashan seemed promising.

"Martial Granduncle."

Lin Yun contemplated for a moment, then bowed respectfully.

Although Yan Dashan had never formally accepted him as his official disciple, he had trained and taught Lin Yun diligently for over a decade. To Lin Yun, Yan Dashan was already his true master. As such, it was only proper for him to address this man as martial granduncle.

According to the stories told by his master, this martial granduncle had treated his master well back then and had remained concerned about him. However, the man he sent was rather crafty and ended up injuring his master.

Of course, it was only due to the cutting-edge technology at his disposal and his remarkable mental strength that Lin Yun could sense the kind intent from the elder, else he wouldn't be so respectful.

Whether it was intentional or he was ignorant that the man he sent to find his master was the one who wounded him, resulting in his master nearly losing his life, couldn't easily be established. However, based on his feeling, Lin Yun believed it was the latter.

Thinking about it, it was understandable. Who would suspect that a disciple of Yan Dashan's younger brother would harm Yan Dashan?

By now, Lin Yun had come to understand that the martial world was a place where rules were both most and least respected. Taken broadly, the act of a lower-ranked disciple injuring a higher-ranked senior was an act of disrespect, akin to insulting one's master and ancestor.

"My master asked me to send his regards to martial granduncle. Also, here's a letter from my master."

Lin Yun took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket, handed it to Zhu Haoran, and spoke.

"Yes." Zhu Haoran nodded lightly and accepted the note.

Having heard Lin Yun's previous explanation, he understood it was a letter.

The envelope wasn't sealed, so Zhu Haoran easily opened it and extracted the letter inside.

As a powerful martial artist, he was highly perceptive. The letter was written with a brush, and there weren't many characters, so he soon finished reading.

Zhu Haoran raised his head, looked at Lin Yun, and smirked: "Have you read the contents of this letter?"

"I haven't." Lin Yun shook his head.

Even though the envelope was not sealed, he respected its privacy and did not look at the contents.

"If you manage to reach the mid Mingjin Stage at the age of eighteen just by practicing basic fist techniques, your martial arts talent is indeed remarkable. Would you consent to become my disciple?" mused Zhu Haoran aloud.

"What?"

"To become the disciple of Martial Uncle?"

"Isn't he Master Yan's... Disciple? How is it that …"

This development took many of the disciples of Seven Injuries Sect by surprise, leaving them struggling to comprehend the drastic change in events.

Just a moment ago, Zhu Haoran had asked him to address him as a Martial Uncle. However, now Zhu Haoran wanted to accept him as a disciple. Their surprise was, therefore, understandable.

"Martial Uncle..." A middle-aged man spoke hastily.

It was against the norms for Zhu Haoran to accept a disciple of Yan Dashan.

"Martial Uncle..." Xintang Lee, one of the disciples, looked even paler in the face.

At this moment, Lin Yun remembered what his master had told him earlier about becoming a disciple of one of them.

However, he felt he had no need for it at this point.

"He reached the mid Mingjin Stage at just eighteen?"

"He reached the mid Mingjin Stage at eighteen, just by practicing basic fist techniques?"

Some folks seemed more intrigued by the other aspects and looked at Lin Yun, expressing their amazement.

"Senior Brother, thank you for your generous offer. However, I have already become a student of Master Yan and it would be inappropriate for me to become your disciple as well..." Lin Yun said after a moment of thought.

He could not refuse directly and had to use his master as an excuse. At this moment, how he addressed Zhu Haoran also changed.

It wouldn't be appropriate for him to address Zhu Haoran as Martial Uncle now when he wanted to accept him as his disciple.

"I am aware that Dashan didn't officially accept you as his disciple. You were studying martial arts in his school, it's him who taught you basic fist techniques, and it's him who recommended you to me..." reacted Zhu Haoran, slightly surprised by Lin Yun's refusal and paused to think.

"Martial Uncle, when I last visited Master Yan, he didn't mention a thing about this young man. This letter... who knows whether it's genuine or fake? Even if this letter indeed exists, the envelope wasn't sealed. Perhaps, he replaced or altered the letter inside the envelope..." Xintang Lee of the Seven Injuries Sect briskly stepped forward and addressed Zhu Haoran hastily.

Xintang Lee was the disciple who had injured Yan Dashan on his last visit to the Immortal Origin County. He was Yan Dashan's junior brother's disciple.

Truth to be told, he had not conveyed Zhu Haoran's invitation to Yan Dashan to rejoin the Seven Injuries Sect on his last visit.

Because, Zhu Haoran had not accepted any disciples all his life. He and his master, who had a close relationship with Zhu Haoran, luckily utilized the latter's resources.

Recently, Zhu Haoran had broken through to the peak of the Dark Strength realm.

With his higher status and ability to acquire more resources, he needed fewer resources for himself. Because the transition from Dark Strength's peak to Huajin has negligible use for ordinary resources and relies mainly on comprehension.

Consequently, a bulk of resources would fall into the hands of his master and himself, which in recent times had significantly improved the speed of their cultivation.

Under such circumstances, how could he wish for Yan Dashan's comeback in the Seven Injuries Sect?

If Zhu Haoran compensates Yan Dashan out of guilt, it could end up as the latter getting a considerable amount of cultivation resources.

Now, Yan Dashan's recommendation of Lin Yun as Zhu Haoran's disciple enraged and startled him.

How could a person reach the mid Mingjin Stage at eighteen, just by practicing basic fist skills... This information reached him as well, and it was clear that Lin Yun was no less talented than he was. In fact, the former seemed to possess even more talent.

Being young, if Lin Yun were to become Zhu Haoran's disciple, wouldn't Zhu Haoran cultivate him intensively?

Although he is Zhu Haoran's student, he is still indebted to the late junior brother. How could he be as close as one's disciple?
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So, how could he hope that Lin Yun would truly become Zhu Haoran's disciple?

"A while ago, were you the one that visited my master?" Hearing him, Lin Yun stared at him, his eyes narrowing.

A while back, the person from the Seven Injuries Sect who visited his master had severely injured his master to the point of near-death. For Lin Yun, this was a serious grudge.