Everyone in the Sect Is a Drama Queen, Except Me, I’m Serious About Cultivation!

[Cultivation + lighthearted + funny + everyone mistakes the protagonist for a great expert]

The Immortal Martial Era, the third day of the third month.

In the Starfall Sect’s seventh year of being so poor they could barely afford food, they finally managed to trick a sixth disciple into joining: Su Yun.

To keep this last hope from leaving, the entire sect went into full acting mode:

The master of tall tales pulled out a chipped iron sword and casually slashed a crooked mark into the air. “This is a fragment of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Immortal-Slaying Art. After three hundred years of arduous cultivation, I have only grasped its rudiments.”

The fiery-tempered second senior sister held a huge cooking pot, calmly spouting nonsense. “This cauldron is called the Nine-Turn Universe Furnace. The Saint of Alchemy begged me for three days before I reluctantly accepted it.”

The stingy third senior sister took out half a copper coin and muttered mysteriously, “This is a supreme treasure that can divine the workings of the cosmos. It can predict the rise and fall of the immortal realm above, and the fate of your future cultivation partner below!”

They nervously made up ridiculous personas and tremblingly brought out junk, pretending it was divine treasure. They just hoped their junior brother wouldn’t discover the truth too soon.

But when Su Yun grasped an unparalleled sword intent from the chipped iron sword, refined a nine-veined golden pill in the cooking pot, and used the rusty copper coin to calculate the collapse of the demonic sect’s lair…

The whole sect was dumbfounded.

Even more terrifyingly, the Demon Venerable knelt at their mountain gate, begging to become their disciple. The Demon Emperor sent an eight-carriage bridal procession overnight to claim a son-in-law, and an envoy from the immortal realm arrived with an imperial decree, shouting, “We welcome the Dao Ancestor back to his rightful place!”

The Starfall Sect members clutched their heads and wept. “We never meant to act like great experts!”

Looking at his trembling master and senior sisters, Su Yun pondered. “To temper your disciple, you actually sealed your cultivation and played the pig to eat the tiger. I won’t let such painstaking efforts go to waste!”

At that moment, the ancient evil sword sealed beneath the Scripture Pavilion began to tremble, and the coffin of the founding patriarch buried in the back mountain quietly cracked open.

The whole sect fell apart. “Junior Brother, hurry up and ascend! We really can’t keep this up!”