At the sect tournament, I tremblingly slap on a talisman I made myself. “This time, I’m definitely going to win!” The senior disciples below cover their eyes. “Little Junior Sister is at it again…” The talisman explodes, and in an instant, everyone’s pants disappear from the entire arena. Our master’s beard flies away, and the neighboring sect’s elder’s toupee spins up into the sky. Eight senior brothers rush onto the stage to save me, but Second Senior Brother’s immortal arts make everyone start tap dancing. Third Senior Brother, the alchemist, gives everyone pills that leave them rolling on the ground with laughter. Big Senior Brother coolly pulls out a recording stone. “We’ve got the cultivation world’s headline.” Just when we think we’re about to be expelled from the sect, this bizarre dance suddenly becomes all the rage across the cultivation world. That night, our master comes to find me. “Good disciple, for the next tournament… could you draw a few more talismans?”
