[Ancient Cultivation Fantasy + Deluded Misinterpretations + Everyone’s Overactive Imagination + Reverse Clichés]
At the foot of Yin Mountain, Xie Wuyang’s dying master called him “the greatest under heaven.” Xie Wuyang figured his master was talking nonsense.
The Demon Venerable came knocking. Xie Wuyang closed his eyes and waited to die, but the Demon Venerable blew himself up. The sect leader of the Zhengyi Sect fell to his knees, trembling. “That palm strike just now was the third stage of the Unknowable Realm: Sitting in Oblivion!”
He really couldn’t do anything. All he knew was how to cook noodles, grow vegetables, and wash dishes. But when he said, “You’re holding the sword backward,” the Quanzhen Sect’s swordsmanship became three times more powerful. When he said, “You drew the formation backward,” and casually changed a single stroke, the mountain-protecting formation doubled in power. He tossed three stones at random and trapped an army of a hundred thousand demons.
The Five Directional Dao Venerables set up a formation to test him. He said, “I don’t want to go in,” and the formation opened a path by itself. The Dao Venerables trembled. “The Heavenly Dao is making way for you.”
An ancient demon god struck at him with a palm. He closed his eyes and blocked it, and the demon god exploded.
The demon god asked, “Who are you?”
He replied, “Someone who eats noodles.”
