My Venerable Master Is Incomprehensibly Powerful

It wasn't until my third year after entering the sect that I discovered my master, Zhang Shouyi, was a fake Daoist who knew nothing at all.

To seek the Great Dao, I had no choice but to find another path. I was willing to walk even the blood-soaked road of demonic cultivation.

Until that day, when Heaven's Court came to punish us and the gods descended. Gravely wounded, I fought my way back to the mountain, wanting only to tell that timid old man to get out of there while he still could.

He merely sighed, picked up the broom he'd used for three years, grumbled that I'd caused trouble, and walked down the mountain alone.

That night, I finally understood: there were no ordinary mortals in my master's temple...