Chapter 1 The Dao Lecture

"Fellow disciples, if you have any doubts about cultivation, your senior brother will answer them one by one today. As for discussing Dao and teaching, your senior brother's knowledge is shallow, so I won't bring it out to make a fool of myself."

Lu Changsheng spoke. He had prepared for a day, originally intending to bring out the Huang Ting Sutra again, but after thinking about it, he felt it was meaningless.

It wasn't that the Huang Ting Sutra was bad, but when teaching these disciples, some understood, and some didn't, so the meaning of teaching was lost.

It would be better to let the disciples ask their own questions, and he would answer them one by one. That would be pretty good.

"Senior Brother! This disciple has a question! I hope Senior Brother can answer it!"

A disciple immediately stood up.

Seizing the opportunity, drawing envious glances from many disciples.

"Speak,"

Lu Changsheng said, appearing extremely extraordinary.

"Recently, this junior brother has been cultivating the Da Yan Fire Dragon technique, and found that its power is weak, unable to unleash even thirty or forty percent of its power. I hope Senior Brother can advise me."

The disciple said.

Da Yan Fire Dragon?

What kind of Dao technique is that?

Why does it sound so silly?

Does adding 'Dragon' make it stronger?

Lu Changsheng had no idea at all.

This touched his blind spot.

No, Lu Changsheng thought to himself. When he first came to the Great Luo Holy Land, he seemed to have seen an explanation of Dao techniques.

He forgot whether that jade scroll was called *Dao Techniques: Five Thousand Years of History* or *The Origins of Dao Techniques*.

But he understood a little, so Lu Changsheng slowly replied,

"Everyone has their own method. If the power is weak, perhaps it's because of your constitution. Some people are suitable for fire-based Dao techniques, while others are not. You can try a different Dao technique."

Since the disciple asked this question, Lu Changsheng could only answer normally.

The latter, upon hearing this, nodded and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother. I understand."

Fortunately, the disciple readily accepted the answer, so he wouldn't keep pestering him with a single question.

"For the following questions, do not ask about Dao techniques. There are 360,000 ancient books in the Myriad Books Pavilion. Read more, study more. The way to resolve your doubts is within them."

Lu Changsheng looked at the other eager disciples and spoke, preemptively stopping their various questions.

If they all asked about Dao techniques, his head would explode.

"Senior Brother, this disciple dares to ask, what is cultivation?"

Since they weren't allowed to ask about Dao techniques, many disciples lost interest, but there were still disciples who stood up to ask.

What is cultivation?

Lu Changsheng pondered for a moment, then spoke,

"Cultivation is not about fighting and killing. Cultivation is about understanding the world. When we cultivate, we should not be blinded by the fleeting clouds before our eyes. Whether it is fame or fortune, whether it is Dao or Dharma, we must take it lightly, let go of some obsessions, and experience the myriad aspects of the mortal world to better stabilize our Dao heart."

"If a cultivator values fame and fortune, what kind of cultivator is that? They are merely slightly stronger mortals."

Lu Changsheng replied.

"But the ancients said that we cultivators are born into this world to strive for an ethereal Great Dao. Please, Senior Brother, explain."

The disciple continued.

Lu Changsheng replied without thinking.

"The ancients were not wrong, but you only saw the surface and not the essence."

"Fight against the heavens to seize a glimmer of hope! Fight against others to seize confidence! Not to be combative, but to compete with oneself. If you take others as your goal, will there ever be an end?"

"The outer sect envies the inner sect, the inner sect envies the core, the core envies the true disciples, the true disciples envy the holy sons, the holy sons envy the holy lord, and the holy lord envies the stronger holy lord. If it goes on like this, it will be endless. Do you understand?"

Lu Changsheng said.

"This disciple understands."

The disciples nodded, some thoughtful, some enlightened, and some mesmerized.

In reality, Lu Changsheng himself didn't know what he was saying. Anyway, these people liked to hear grand principles, so he just told them what they wanted to hear.

However, this time, the lecture didn't produce any phenomena.

This made Lu Changsheng curious.

Could it be that they've become immune?

Or is it still brewing?

He shook off his wild thoughts.

Lu Changsheng continued to answer questions.

With tens of thousands of disciples, there were tens of thousands of questions, and Lu Changsheng naturally couldn't answer them all.

He only selected some disciples who were pleasing to the eye to answer.

Of course, "pleasing to the eye" meant high in attractiveness.

There was no way around it; this was, after all, a cultivation world that revered appearance.

Lu Changsheng had once been curious.

Why was the Xianxia world he transmigrated into so different from the novels he had read?

Wasn't it supposed to be a world where the strong were respected?

Why had the tone turned into one where appearance was revered?

Lu Changsheng even thought that if his story were written into a novel, the synopsis would be like this:

*This is a world where appearance is revered. There are no clichés of being dumped or slapped in the face. There is only the ultimate art of appearance.*

*Facialists, Facial Masters, Grand Facial Masters, Facial Spirits, Facial Kings, Facial Emperors, Facial Sovereigns, Facial Venerables, Facial Saints, Facial Gods.*

*And the young Lu Changsheng, who transmigrated here, is the strongest Facial God.*

*The story begins here.*

He shook off the strange thoughts.

Lu Changsheng began to answer questions one by one.

Until it was almost dark.

Lu Changsheng slowly said,

"The Dao discussion will end in one hour."

From day to night, a full eight hours, Lu Changsheng hadn't even taken a sip of water.

It wasn't that he was tired, just a little weary.

The main thing was that the questions these disciples asked were mostly about how to cultivate, how to improve their strength, and how to become stronger.

Didn't anyone ask how to improve their appearance?

No wonder they had been outer sect disciples for so many years; there was a reason, after all.

Just then.

A disciple stood up. It was a true disciple, looking at Lu Changsheng.

This person was extraordinary, surrounded by purple lightning. Just standing there, he exuded a terrifying aura.

The only flaw was that he looked very ordinary. If not for the special effect of purple lightning, he would just be one of the masses.

"Senior Brother, this junior brother has a question I would like to ask."

"Speak."

"Senior Brother, we cultivators fight against the heavens, fight against the earth, and fight against people. We pay too much for the path of immortality, but throughout history, only a few have been able to become immortals. This junior brother is not talented, and it took me a hundred years to reach the mid-stage of the Yuanying realm, but I have stagnated for over two hundred years, and I am still in the mid-stage of the Yuanying realm. In this way, it seems glorious, but in the end, it is difficult to become an immortal in one's lifetime."

"This junior brother is not talented, but I have barely become a true disciple, and I already know that my path to immortality is broken. Then, where is the path to immortality for these core disciples, inner sect disciples, outer sect disciples, and even those countless mortals?"

"The Sage said that the Great Dao is fifty, and one escapes. Please, Senior Brother, tell us where this glimmer of hope lies!"

The disciple knelt on the ground and sincerely asked.

At this moment, all the disciples were touched. They all knelt down and kowtowed to Lu Changsheng, asking this question.

The meaning was simple.

*I am a Great Luo true disciple, and I've only cultivated for a hundred years to reach the mid-stage of the Yuanying realm, but as my realm gets higher and higher, I'm gradually stagnating. I haven't even broken through to the later stage in two hundred years.*

*I am still a Great Luo true disciple, and I already know that it's impossible for me to become an immortal.*

*Then what about these people?*

*The path to immortality is so difficult.*

*What should we do?*

This question was very well-asked.

Lu Changsheng did not answer immediately but thought carefully for a while.

After a while.

Lu Changsheng spoke.

"As Heaven maintains its vigor, so must a gentleman..."

The three words had just appeared.

At this moment.

The stars shone brightly!

It was as if the phenomenon that had been brewing for a long time had finally appeared.