There are three reasons I won't practice the Threefold Reversal.
I won't practice the first level because it's trash. A single sway makes the upper dantian scatter, and it can't even take a slap.
I won't practice the second level because it's exhausting. You have to keep a ball balanced on your head until you're worn out and feel like a ball yourself.
I won't practice the third level because I'm kind. My old master spent his whole life balancing that ball. I can't bring myself to knock it off his head in his final moments.
“Boundless Celestial Venerable! What do you mean, raising the middle finger? I'm a Taoist priest. How could I do something so vulgar? This is the Hand Seal of Wang Lingguan!”
Lu Jin: Zhang Zhiwei, stop right there! You old Taoist, I said stop!
Zhang Zhiwei: He Songling, stop right there! You bastard, I said stop!
He Songling: Chulan, tell your grandmaster to let this go. Grandpa He is begging you on his knees.
Zhang Chulan: Compared to this guy, I'm still way too concerned about saving face!
