Daoist Sect: The Ridiculous Great Dao I Cultivate

"Old man, isn't what we're doing a little unethical?"

"No, no. This is a way to free him from his dull life, to give his boring existence some meaning."

"Besides, as my old man's prized disciple, you need to be confident. Understand?"

"Oh, I see."

Dao Ji slowly rose from his reclining chair and walked over to the inner sect's training ground, radiating an overwhelming aura of swagger.

"Forgive me for saying so, but all of you here are trash!"

"What the hell did you just say!?"

"Can we let him get away with that, brothers!? Get him!"

"Damn, that's asking for trouble! Run, quick!"

There's an old geezer in Dao Ji's head who eggs him on to do bad things every day...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.