Every typo in the cultivation manual I wrote can send my disciples into cultivation deviation.
The whole sect could take it no longer and tied me to the Immortal Execution Platform.
Before I died, I furiously wrote: The Quickstart Guide to Cultivation.
But because I was so nervous, it was riddled with typos from start to finish.
Who would have thought that ten years later, this "typo-filled heavenly book" would create the most powerful army of lunatics in the cultivation world?
The Demon Venerable begged me to found a sect, and the Immortal Realm trembled as it built me a golden statue.
I scratched my head. "If I tell you I don't actually know how to cultivate... will you believe me?"
