I Just Want to Cultivate in Peace

“Young man, I can tell you’re a once-in-a-million cultivation prodigy. Just kowtow three times and accept me as your master, and I’ll pass on the supreme secret art, The Seven Chapters of the Mysterious Lord. In time, you’ll become an immortal patriarch, a Buddha, or a sage. What a wonderful life! What do you say?”

My name is Yu Xiu. Xiu, as in cultivation.

I’m freaking out right now.

How do I politely turn down this old Daoist who’s set on passing his supreme teachings on to me, and tell him I just want to quietly become a handsome martial artist?

Waiting for an answer. It’s urgent.