No, I really had a patriarch?
Wang Jixuan had been unable to come back to his senses for seven or eight days after hearing the news. He had remained somewhat dazed, torn between hope and fear.
What cultivators valued most was their Dao Succession.
Where their cultivation methods came from and what traditions they carried were unavoidable topics whenever cultivators gathered. They were also a disaster zone for the sect elders, who often made things up.
Once upon a time, whenever Daoist Wang used demonic arts, the greatest burden in his heart...
Was the fear that he would fail to pass his patriarch's test, that when he went to the Immortal Realm, his patriarch would beat him into a spinning top with a fly-whisk.
Who would have thought that before he had even gone to the Immortal Realm, Heavenly Net had already found his patriarch's lineage and even sent an honest-to-goodness Heavenly Immortal over to teach him the Azure Reed Art.
Cultivation methods could not deceive people.
There would also be a certain resonance between practitioners of the Azure Reed Art.
If the other party truly was a Heavenly Immortal, and had come in their Heavenly Immortal Main Body, Wang Jixuan's Strange Soul Puppet, which possessed True Immortal combat strength, might not actually be able to defeat them.
Defeat them?
Thinking of this, Wang Jixuan could not help but give a bitter smile.
His main body was naturally still cultivating the Azure Reed Art, but this puppet was a mishmash of demonic, Buddhist, and Daoist traditions. He had even added some circuit technology of his own creation.
If his Sect Ancestor saw that, then...
An image appeared in Wang Jixuan's mind: a white-haired old Daoist raising a fly-whisk and shouting, "Wicked disciple!"
Daoist Wang shook his head and swept away