Breaking composure and expounding the teachings

"Even facing me, can you keep your composure?"

Inside the Tense Branch's illusion.

The man removed his black blindfold. His short, silver-white hair stirred slightly, revealing ice-blue eyes.

As his robes fluttered, he calmly brought his hands together before his chest, interlacing his fingers into a seal. In a low, slow voice, he uttered, "Boundless Composure."

In an instant, an invisible domain expanded, enveloping countless Tense Branch disciples and dragging their consciousness into a void.

Within that void, countless pieces of useless information were forcibly poured into their brains, drowning their thoughts in endless comedy.

Everyone stood rooted to the spot, enduring an ocean of information like an endless stream of TikTok clips.

Being struck by this move was like being forced to watch funny videos for three days and nights straight.

Dark jokes, double entendres, puns, dirty jokes, dry jokes, jokes about family relationships, satire, idiotic skits, meaningless absurdity—

All of it was pushed relentlessly into their minds, as though countless big-data algorithms were working at once.

"This is the Tense Branch's trial. Whoever keeps their composure longest can earn a position as a true disciple."

"Don't think you'll be fine if you empty your minds. I'll make you analyze the punchlines!"

Ye Li's voice echoed through every disciple's mind.

This was a tug-of-war over composure.

The moment they cracked, the terrifying ocean of composure would swallow them and eliminate them.

"Hold it together!"

The Tense Branch disciples held the corners of their mouths rigid.

Facing jokes that surged toward them like floodwaters, they built dams with their bodies and braced themselves against the torrent of stale memes.

The jokes were simply too numerous and too densely packed, battering everyone's nerves.

Within moments, disciples began laughing one after another, swept away by the current.

"Pfft! I cracked!"

"Hold it