[Sect building + carefree cultivation + absurdity + comedy]
“I’ll say it again: this is a sect, not a pig farm!”
“What?! You say that’s a pigsty? That’s clearly a cultivation chamber!”
“That’s not a pig-feed factory, it’s our sect’s alchemy pavilion!”
“I told you, that’s not a farming tool forge. It’s the weapon-forging pavilion!”
“He’s not a veterinarian. He’s our sect’s eldest disciple, and those aren’t veterinary acupuncture needles in his hands. They’re the Heavenly Dipper Life-Restoring Needles.”
“You say he’s giving the pig acupuncture? No, no, you’ve got it wrong. He’s experimenting on a spirit beast.”
“And one more thing… that’s not a pig. It’s our sect’s holy beast.”
“And the man standing beside it isn’t a butcher. He’s our sect’s second disciple. The blade in his hand isn’t some butcher’s knife, either. It’s the Heaven-Sundering Blade, a divine weapon that can shatter the void!”
“And what about that guy carrying slops?” The crowd pointed at a boy in rubber shoes and a bamboo hat, carrying a pole with buckets of slops hanging from either end.
“Oh, he’s not one of our sect members,” Zhu Yuanzhuang said without a hint of guilt.
My dear disciple, don’t blame your master for disowning you. Your getup is just too damaging to the sect’s image.
No matter how Zhu Yuanzhuang tried to explain it away, nobody in the cultivation world believed him.
Until many years later.
The eldest disciple pierced a certain Holy Land elder straight through the heart with a single needle.
The second disciple shattered the void with one swing of his butcher’s knife.
The third disciple caught the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation with a pair of slop buckets.
The sect’s holy beast swallowed a true dragon whole…
Only then did the great Holy Lands finally wake up to the truth. “Wait, you’re serious?!”
