The Honest Lao Denuo in The Smiling, Proud Wanderer

Lin Pingzhi couldn't understand. Wasn't the whole point of learning profound martial arts to show off and look cool in front of people? If he wasn't allowed to use them freely, what was the point of learning them? Lao Denuo held up two fingers. “There are two reasons. I have many enemies in the martial world, including countless innate masters and a few grandmasters. If people learn that you use the Cold Nether Sword Art and are my disciple, those enemies will come after you!” “Second, once you enter the martial world, you're part of it for life. If people know you're skilled, they'll challenge you. The more you win, the more people will come looking for a fight. If you lose, they'll climb over your head to reach greater heights! It never ends!” Lin Pingzhi was so frightened that he immediately regretted learning the art. “Can I still cripple my own cultivation?” Lao Denuo smiled faintly. “If you cripple your cultivation now, you'll be a useless man from then on. When danger comes, all you can do is sit there and wait for death. If your parents are in danger, you'll have to sit back and do nothing then, too. You'll be a coward with no power to fight back.” Whether he crippled his cultivation or not, Lin Pingzhi was stuck. His head throbbed as he clasped his hands and bowed, asking for guidance once more. “Master, what am I supposed to do, then?!” Lao Denuo gave him a mysterious smile. “The perfect solution is to pretend you're weak during the day and train like mad at night. That way, nobody will bother you, and if your life is ever on the line, you can unleash your full strength and make it through safely!” Lin Pingzhi sprang to his feet, his eyes shining, and knocked his head against the ground three times. “Master! You truly are a ray of light in my life!”