A Sword Becomes Ten Thousand Swords

The Daoist of the Primordial Beginning sank into memories from 120,000 years ago, while Daoist Wuyu held a brush and recorded his memoirs. If you ignored what Daoist Wuyu was writing, it would have been a picture of harmony between elder and younger.

The Daoist of the Primordial Beginning talked from dawn until dusk. By the time he stopped, he'd talked so long that the skewers they'd eaten for lunch had already been completely digested.

Lu Yang and Gan Tian glanced at what their master had written with their spiritual senses. Worried the Daoist of the Primordial Beginning might not be able to accept Daoist Wuyu's overly advanced approach to publicity and do something outrageous, like have the old ancestor beat the unworthy descendants, they tacitly decided not to mention it.

Besides, it wasn't as if what their master had written was wrong. Every sentence had been spoken by the Daoist of the Primordial Beginning himself, at the very least. It was just a little embellished.

"So Second Senior Brother learned his ability to twist the truth from Master," Third Senior Sister sent through spiritual transmission.

Second Senior Brother had picked up all of Daoist Wuyu's bad habits. No wonder he had such a terrible reputation in the Western Buddhist Kingdom.

"If Second Senior Brother learned it from Master, where did Master learn this skill?"

"From the Eighth Elder. Didn't they say the Eighth Elder raised Master from the time he was in diapers?"

"What about the Eighth Elder, then? Our grandmaster doesn't seem like the type."

"Self-taught."

"Truly gifted."

The Daoist of the Primordial Beginning hadn't started cultivating yet, so he didn't have spiritual sense. But seeing Daoist Wuyu write at lightning speed, filling several pages with densely packed writing, he knew that the current Sect Master had recorded