"My Xuanjing Wall is fragile; I must place it carefully, absolutely cannot break it. Hmm, I'll put it away… Ah, it broke! Damn it! Am I sick? Why did I take the Xuanjing Wall out of my storage bag! So annoying!"
"Fellow Daoists, you might not believe me when I say it, but I just went to pee, and suddenly a venomous snake darted out and bit me. So it's completely reasonable for me to be this swollen. I wasn't deliberately being lewd!"
"Does anyone else feel like that dead bird is targeting me? It's already pooped on me eighteen times… Why does a bird have so much shit… Okay, the main point is, why can't a Golden Core cultivator dodge the droppings of an ordinary bird? It's not logical; I even used my secret escape arts and divine abilities…"
...
Chaos ensued!
Outside the cave, the Golden Core experts, with the exception of a very few, were mostly caught in a "nightmare of bad luck."
In their lives, they had never been so unlucky!
A Golden Core expert, renowned for his escape arts and divine abilities, was being chased and pooped on by an ordinary bird, failing to dodge even once… In the end, the Golden Core expert was furious. He pointed at the bird and cursed. As he opened his mouth, a fresh, steaming pile of bird droppings fell right in…
The scene was truly… something!
Finally, the poor Golden Core expert almost vomited bile!
Yun Zhenting felt deeply sorry for them. Although he had no proof, he had a strong intuition that all of this was caused by Yun Tiangong's "bad luck" causing trouble.
Yun Zhenting, Yun Zhongheng, and others were among the few unaffected. Perhaps it was because they had been around Yun Tiangong for so long that they had developed an immunity.
Besides Yun Zhenting and his group, the one least affected was Liu Xiuer.
Hao Ren's eldest disciple, the "Son of Destiny," Liu Xiuer.
He was blessed with great fortune and immune to all poisons; no "bad luck" could affect him.
Liu Xiuer's fortune was golden. No matter how much "black misfortune" coiled around him, the golden fortune would shine, and the "black misfortune" would dissipate like ice melting.
"Son of Destiny," awesome!
Hao Ren was the same.
He shared Liu Xiuer's "Son of Destiny" grand destiny, and with the boost of the "fortune network," Hao Ren's golden fortune became even more powerful and intense. The "black misfortune" couldn't even approach within a hundred meters of the cave.
Soon, someone discovered this "miracle."
"Hey, have you all noticed? The closer we get to the Senior's cave, the less unlucky we become!"
Elder Tao Ming clutched his "little brother." He had fallen eighteen times for no reason, each time a stone precisely hitting his "little brother."
What was more painful than "everything going wrong"?
Eighteen consecutive "everything going wrong"!
Painful, painful, so painful!
Just as Elder Tao Ming was about to collapse, he realized he was "no longer unlucky" because he had accidentally stepped within a hundred meters of the cave.
Elder Tao Ming quickly shared this "new discovery" with his fellow unfortunate brethren.
"Fellow Daoists, the Senior is protecting us again! Quickly come and thank the Senior!"
The Golden Core experts, no longer caring about their image, all gathered around, seeking the Senior's "protection."
As expected, once they entered within a hundred meters of the cave, all their "bad luck" vanished.
Thank you, Senior!
Long live the Senior!
The Senior is awesome!
The Golden Core experts didn't know what had happened, but thanking the Senior was always the right thing to do.
They were all deeply grateful and, without exception, began to sing their "battle songs."
"The Senior is light, the Senior is lightning, the Senior is the only myth…"
Wailing and howling!
Extremely unpleasant to hear!
The birds in the nearby mountains were "disgusted" and fled…
...
"Who's singing up ahead? It sounds so awful!"
"Exactly, exactly. Singing so badly, aren't they afraid of divine retribution… Uh, that figure wildly twisting its body and singing, looks like our Ancestor Venerable Yun Peng!"
"Holy cow! What am I seeing? Our Tianyi Sect's sect leader, Daoist Buzhi, known for his stoicism, why is he twisting his body? Why is he shaking his head? Why is he singing… Holy cow, my eyes, I'm going blind!"
...
Disbelieving cries, one after another, rang out.
Disciples from various sects arrived.
Earlier, these Golden Core experts had all sent out "flying sword messages," asking their sect's outstanding disciples to come and listen to the Senior impart the "essence of the Great Dao."
Many things had happened during this time, many things…
In short, when these elite disciples arrived, they witnessed this "eye-searing" scene.
In the minds of the elite disciples, the seniors who were usually stoic, aloof, and incredibly cold were now shouting their battle songs with all their might, immersed in the performance.
"The Senior is light, the Senior is lightning, the Senior is the only myth…"
Eye-searing!
Their 24k titanium alloy dog eyes were about to be blinded!
The reactions of all the elite disciples were remarkably consistent.
They all stared with wide eyes, unable to believe the scene before them. Their mouths were open wide enough to swallow a toad whole.
The atmosphere became incredibly strange!
The Golden Core experts, still lost in their singing, slowly began to sense something was wrong.
Someone glanced this way.
Holy cow!
Why are the elite disciples of our sect here?
Oh, right, I asked them to come!
How long have they been here? Hmm, judging by their expressions, they've been here for quite a while. They've seen my "singing" form!
What to do, what to do?
As it turned out, a Golden Core expert is still a Golden Core expert!
They firmly adhered to the ultimate principle: As long as I'm not embarrassed, the embarrassment belongs to others!
True Master Qingfeng tidied his disheveled hair from singing, instantly regaining his "expert image," and calmly instructed the elite disciples of the "Shuiyue Sect."
"Today is a great opportunity for you all. You must listen carefully to the Senior's teachings; do not slack off in the slightest!"
The elite disciples of the "Shuiyue Sect."
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Who am I?
Where am I?
What happened?
They were completely bewildered, utterly bewildered!
They clearly remembered that not long ago, their highly respected sect leader, True Master Qingfeng, was leading the charge in singing, his fervor akin to a "rock veteran."
And now, True Master Qingfeng looked cold and stern, lecturing them from a high and mighty position.
This shift from motion to stillness, so seamless and close to the "Dao"!
It was too, too, too goddamn incongruous!
With True Master Qingfeng setting the precedent, the other Golden Core experts followed suit, each lecturing their elite disciples with a cool demeanor.
The "Grand Rock Concert" transformed into a "Grand Disciple Admonishment Session."
The elite disciples.
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They were all dumbfounded!