Prologue Prologue: Taking the Blame for My Cheap Master "Disciple, are you listening to me?" "…Huh? Yeah… yeah, I'm listening." "Sigh, I knew you wouldn't focus. This is a great taboo for us cultivators. Very well, I'll start over from the beginning. You, my rebellious disciple, better listen carefully this time." In a dilapidated ...
Prologue Prologue: Taking the Blame for My Cheap Master "Disciple, are you listening to me?" "…Huh? Yeah… yeah, I'm listening." "Sigh, I knew you wouldn't focus. This is a great taboo for us cultivators. Very well, I'll start over from the beginning. You, my rebellious disciple, better listen carefully this time." In a dilapidated temple with drafts seeping through every corner, a youth and an old Taoist sat cross-legged, facing each other on the ground. The old Taoist had white hair and a white beard, clad in a Tai Chi robe with a Five Elders crown atop his head. His face was rosy, his spirit vibrant, truly resembling an immortal with a youthful countenance despite his age. Anyone who saw him would surely praise him as an old deity. Stroking his goat-like beard, he let out a long sigh: "Y
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