My Martial Uncle Came Down the Mountain: I'm Way Too Senior

“Hurry up and call him Great-Grandpa.”

“No, no! He may be over ninety and I may only be in my early twenties, but he’s my junior fellow disciple, so he has to call me Martial Uncle.”

“Are you crazy?”

“Exactly! This is my eldest junior nephew. I also have a second junior nephew, the Divine Valley Master, whose students are spread across the land; a third, the Lord of the Carefree Hall, a God of War with power over the realm and generals everywhere; a fourth, the master physician, whose wondrous Golden Needle technique can even bring the dead back to life; and a fifth, a grandmaster of ancient martial arts who once went undefeated across the land. Now, every martial arts grandmaster in the realm comes to pay their respects. My sixth junior nephew is the Guardian Dragon Marshal, covered in medals. Then there’s a seventh junior nephew, who loves being mysterious. No one knows where he is right now.”

“It’s over. This baby really is crazy.”