Both Upper Cultivators behind the counter raised their heads. This was either a lunatic or someone deliberately looking for trouble.
One of the Daoist priestesses stared coldly at this fellow whose audacity reached the heavens. Even a sect as tolerant as the Anhe Daoist Sect would not tolerate such a troublemaker who had no idea what death meant. Docking his monthly stipend would be a light punishment; he might well have his Dao Path cut short.
Was cultivation something one could joke about so casually? Even Heavenly Connection cultivators like themselves, who had already entered the Dao, would not dare!
"Very well, one final question. This may determine your future, so please answer carefully. In the Anhe Daoist Sect, Heaven and Earth, teachers, sovereigns, and parents are supreme. Heaven and Earth are beyond your reach, so you must honor obedience in all things. This is your only guarantee of progressing along your Dao Path. I don't believe the master who guided you would have taught you what you just said. So, how do you regard teachers?"
The young man scratched his head. "Teachers? They're experts on the road of cultivation. Beforehand, they tell you, 'No problem, leave it to me.' Afterward, they tell you, 'I did my best!'
"So what? I don't know much about this either, but at least I know more than you do, and I'll use that part I know much more about to fool you. If you find your way through, it's because I taught you well. If you don't, that's your fate..."
The priestess trembled with anger. If sect rules had not forbidden the arbitrary corporal punishment of disciples, she would have liked to finish this fellow with a single palm strike. She did her best to control herself. Within the bounds of her authority,