As one of the Five Great Immortal Sects.
Slaying Demons and Exterminating Devils, upholding love and justice—these were Shushan's fundamental duties.
As Shushan's Deputy Sect Leader, he sometimes felt rather exhausted himself.
Shushan had countless matters to handle every day.
Naturally, Shushan had a fully polished system for dealing with them.
The Deputy Sect Leader had already seen off two previous sect leaders.
The current Sect Leader, Lingxu, was the third.
Of course, following the principle that if the upper beam was crooked, the lower beams would be crooked too, the Deputy Sect Leader sometimes felt that Lingxu was rather strange as a sect leader.
Because sometimes he was reliable, and sometimes he was not.
For instance, whenever the sect leader sent him letters, the writing was simply brilliant, every stroke blossoming into flowers, his literary grace overflowing!
His style was elegant and solemn, his phrasing rigorous yet lively. He quoted classics and alluded to history, deftly weaving in numerous Confucian maxims and anecdotes, filling each letter with profound cultural depth and philosophical reflection.
Reading them was like being bathed in a spring breeze, leaving one deeply enlightened.
The Deputy Sect Leader would even mount and hang them in his cave abode.
Until one day.
Sect Leader Lingxu woke from a nap and told him he had written a poem while half-asleep.
If it were spread around, it would surely leave the world astounded.
The Deputy Sect Leader listened with rapt attention.
Lingxu pondered for a moment. "We went to pee together, and splashed the toads till they croaked.
The toads said my piss was rank; I blamed them for hopping too high!"
The Deputy Sect Leader fell silent for a long while before finally betraying his heart and raising a thumbs-up.
"Good!!"
That was the art of being a