I Am Supreme - Chapter 592

Chapter 592: I Am Your Grandmaster!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

At that very moment, Bai Yixue was completely befuddled.

‘I am only a small cub who thought he was toying with a lamb; I would never have expected the lamb to turn into an adult tiger!’

‘Then, the tiger pounced with its paw; how can a tiny cub withstand the blow?’

“Bam!”

Bai Yixue was flung like a broken kite and crashed into a wall. Rolling violently, he finally stood up, his mind a foggy haze. His eyes were wide open, but he could see stars that were spinning around. He murmured, “I must be dreaming, it’s a nightmare…”

Yun Yang did not know whether to laugh or cry.

Dugu Chou’s abrupt strike was brutal and left no room for defense; it had flung the target and his sword far away.

“Say… Senior Dugu, what is going on? What are you up to?” asked Yun Yang.

Despite Yun Yang’s intelligence, he would have never thought that Dugu Chou would suppress his aura and maneuver the situation to make Bai Yixue initiate the battle, despite his status and character. Such an act was not about winning without a fight, it was a chink in the exalted man’s status. This should not have happened at all.

Who was Bai Yixue, and who was Dugu Chou? Unbelievably, such an event, that should not have happened, happened.

Yun Yang was lost, but he was certain that there must be a reason behind Dugu Chou’s actions; he was never one to play tricks.

Dugu Chou had put down Big Whitey, and the creature scrambled into Yun Yang’s embrace the moment it regained freedom. It was still fearful, mewling ceaselessly and its small body trembled in Yun Yang’s embrace.

Big Whitey was truly frightened this time. If it had initially refused to give in, the thought was long gone now, especially after it felt Dugu Chou’s sudden burst of violence. The short- distance quake had shaken it enough.

Compared to a human, Big Whitey, as an ace mystical beast, was better in ascertaining the level of a human’s ability. Spiritual creatures had always unconditionally obeyed stronger ones whom they could not fight; only by doing so could they guarantee their survival. This was the law of the jungle, it was an undisputed maxim!

“Child, who is your master?” Dugu Chou did not answer Yun Yang directly but trained his gaze on Bai Yixue, who was pathetically trying to pick himself up.

“My master?” Bai Yixue was still dizzy, partly from being beaten up and partly from the entire incident. He knew one thing for sure; the old man in front of him was a rare expert who was insanely skilled. He was probably at Jun Moyan’s level or even higher!

‘I’ve never f*cking met someone so strong, but I toyed with him like a monkey earlier…’ Bai Yixue’s mind was buzzing.

“Yes, your master.”

“My master is Xiao Shaoqing.” Bai Yixue’s mind gradually gained clarity and realized that things had turned out rather strangely. He carefully asked, “Does senior know my master?”

“Why, this is a bastard indeed,” Dugu Chou scoffed but his expression was one of longing and sadness.

“Senior… Senior knows my master?” Bai Yixue asked again in a stuttering voice; his tone changed quickly, turning exceptionally respectful.

The boastful and arrogant front had vanished without a trace. To Bai Yixue, anyone who had something to do with his master, even if it were animals, deserved his respect. An expert like this one in front of him was clearly no exception.

“Your master… Xiao Shaoqing… is my closed-door disciple… Sigh…” Dugu Chou heaved a long sigh; he was unusually despondent, his tone tinged with intense desolation.

Disciple… how far away it seemed…

Then, the atmosphere became strained as the group was stupefied by his statement.

Your master… is my closed-door disciple? The sentence carried a whole lot of significance!

Faced with such a shocking disclosure of information, Yun Yang made tea under the yard’s canopy instead; the group chatted on while they sipped tea.

Bai Yixue was stunned, dumbfounded, mystified.

‘I beg your pardon? This old man is master’s master?’

‘Then… isn’t he… grandmaster?’

‘This… This…’

“It looks like your master never mentioned me to you?” Dugu Chou understood the situation immediately; the man was at an utter loss.

Bai Yixue replied respectfully, “No, no, not at all. I’ve never heard master mention anything about his master.”

He could tell that the elder in front of him was telling the truth and not making things up.

“My master has never mentioned his school either. I remember asking him once… but I was beaten immediately after…” Bai Yixue added carefully.

“Xiao Shaoqing has a naturally erratic character, and is especially narcissistic, loving the limelight the most. He is an alcoholic, never acting accountably nor responsibly. I thought it was a product of his youth, that it’d be fine after some years of growing up. However, by looking at your sword art and especially your behavior, I have no doubt that you’re his disciple. You seem to have been sculpted by his mold; there is no question that you’re an heir to his skill…”

Dugu Chou lamented, “Not only is he volatile, the disciple he taught is actually as unreliable! When the upper beam isn’t straight, the lower one will go aslant – because of the both of you, this old man has lost face!”

Bai Yixue was exasperated, thinking to himself, ‘Master’s master, you’re lambasting and lambasting…’

He had to admit that his narcissism and self-bragging weaknesses did indeed come from his master. Recalling the moments when his master would look in the mirror and compliment himself before going to the bathroom every morning, Bai Yixue thought that he was still far away from being like his master.

“Dugu, why have I never heard that you have such an ‘amazing’ heir?” Ling Xiaozui asked with amusement written in his eyes, “I remembered that you only have one disciple who disappeared a long time ago. Now, you have another closed-door disciple…”

Dugu Chou sighed and said, “I used to have a total of three disciples. The eldest one, Shangguan Jingben, was the one whom I would have liked to be my heir, but due to fate and chance, he had insulted the Hall of Gale and was killed in Raven Mountain by three hundred Hall of Gale experts. He had died without a body to bring home…”

“No wonder you decided to wipe out the Hall of Gale back then, yet no one knew how the hall had offended you… I see the truth now,” Feng Xiange commented.

Back in the day, Dugu Chou triumphed over the world, but rarely did he engage in massacres. That time, however, he had slaughtered lives, piling up mountains of bodies and cascading rivers of blood. He had even threatened the martial world – Whoever wants to avenge the Hall of Gale, speak their names! Whoever it is, whatever force it requires, I’ll take it.

The martial world had been silenced by that line, thus the Hall of Gale incident became a taboo topic in the realm. No one dared to mention it – what if Dugu Chou were to think that I am on the Hall of Gale’s side, and come for you if I speak of it?

Therefore, the entire episode was a mystery in the martial world. It was only known now that the reason was due to such an incident!