Though his words were barbed, Zhang Zhiwei understood what mattered. Even as he vented, he was thinking.
After hearing Dou Le explain the details, Zhang Zhiwei raised his eyelids and finally got down to business:
"Ordinarily, this old Taoist would dismiss talk of an Immortal descending to the mortal world as pure nonsense."
After all, when it came to understanding ascension and immortality, the Celestial Master Mansion ranked first in the world—or at the very least, tied for first.
"However, as you said just now, rumors do not arise without cause. A few tricks might deceive ordinary people, or those gifted individuals with shallow inheritances and limited experience, but they would not fool the great sects."
Things like Eagle Claw Fist and Heavenly Gang Qi were merely techniques devised by gifted individuals who had acquired qi through fortuitous encounters. The only difference between them and ordinary people was that they were physically stronger and had learned a few fighting techniques.
When such people encountered gifted individuals with truly mysterious methods, they were no different from ordinary people. They might likewise mistake the other party for an Immortal.
But sects with genuinely ancient inheritances would never be deceived by ordinary methods, especially a great sect with a thousand-year legacy like the Tang Sect.
Though it possessed no inheritance capable of producing Immortals and did not cultivate with immortality as its goal, the Tang Sect undoubtedly had the necessary breadth of knowledge. The Tang Sect had already existed in the era when gifted individuals could cultivate to ascension and transformation. It was impossible for it not to have left records behind.
At the very least, Zhang Zhiwei believed that even if he went to the Tang Sect to play the part of a god, he could not deceive its sect leader into