Daoist Xiantian was immersed in his memories of a hundred and twenty thousand years ago, while Daoist Buyu held a brush, diligently recording Daoist Xiantian's memoirs. If one didn't look at what Daoist Buyu was actually writing down, it would have seemed a picture of senior and junior in harmonious concord.
Daoist Xiantian talked from morning until nightfall, chatting until the grilled skewers he had eaten for lunch were completely digested before finally coming to a stop.
Lu Yang and Gan Tian swept their divine senses over what their master was noting down. Fearing that Daoist Xiantian wouldn't be able to stomach Daoist Buyu's excessively progressive propaganda concepts—and might do something drastic like an ancestor thrashing an unfilial descendant—the two of them tacitly kept quiet about it.
Besides, what their master recorded couldn't be called untrue. At the very least, every single sentence originated from Daoist Xiantian's mouth; at most, it was merely given a bit of polish.
"So Second Senior Brother learned his skill of calling black white from Master," Third Senior Sister said via divine sense transmission.
Every scrap of dross in Daoist Buyu had been inherited by Second Senior Brother; no wonder he had earned such a notorious reputation over in the Western Buddhist Kingdom.
"Second Senior Brother learned it from Master, but where did Master pick up such skills?"
"From the Eighth Elder. Didn't they say Master was raised from dirty diapers by the Eighth Elder?"
"And the Eighth Elder? Our Grandmaster didn't seem to have that kind of personality, did he?"
"Self-taught."
"Truly gifted."
Daoist Xiantian had not yet begun cultivating and thus had no divine sense. But seeing Daoist Buyu scribbling away at lightning speed, covering several pages with dense text, he knew this contemporary sect master had written down everything he had said, and he nodded in considerable satisfaction.
"Keep up the good work. I have high hopes for you."
It was rare for anyone not to mind his rambling and actually be willing to listen to his history, putting Daoist Xiantian in high spirits.
The more Daoist Xiantian looked at Daoist Buyu, the more pleasing he found him—though it might also have been because both of them shared the tendency to get lost easily.
Having earned the Patriarch's favor, Daoist Buyu immediately declared, "Rest assured, Patriarch! I will definitely spread the glorious deeds of your founding of the Dao Seeking Sect far and wide!"
"Good, good, good! With people like you in the sect, how could it ever fail to flourish?"
"By the way, Patriarch, do you know where Patriarch Hanhai is?" Daoist Buyu hadn't finished paying his respects to all the heavyweights yet.
Daoist Xiantian shook his head. "I don't."
The Dao Seeking Sect was so vast, and with no way to contact Daoist Lord Hanhai, no one could track him down.
"Come to think of it, your eldest disciple and the previous sect master might be able to find Hanhai."
Daoist Buyu twitched his lips and didn't take the bait. Who didn't know that Xiao Zhi and his master definitely knew where Daoist Lord Hanhai was?
"It's getting late. I'll head back first." Daoist Xiantian yawned. Having babbled away for most of the day, he was worn out as well.
"Allow me to see you off," Daoist Buyu offered warmly. Escorting Daoist Xiantian carried no risk of exposing Daoist Xiantian's true identity anyway; after all, his public identity was that of Daoist Lord Hanhai's disciple, putting his generational seniority second only to Hanhai in the entire Dao Seeking Sect.
After seeing Daoist Xiantian off, Daoist Buyu returned to Tianmen Peak. "Come, come, both of you tell me: what has happened since I left last time?"
Along the way, the major events Daoist Buyu had heard about—involving the Demon Domain, half-immortals, and the like—were all tied to Lu Yang. Now that he had the chance to ask the person involved, he wasted no time.
The last time Daoist Buyu returned was right after the sect celebration had ended. Back then, Lu Yang was only at the mid Golden Core stage, but now he was already at the mid Nascent Soul stage. A great deal had happened in the interim.
Since he had experienced it firsthand, Lu Yang spoke in an unbroken torrent.
As he talked on and on, Lu Yang noticed something strange. "Wait a second... Hasn't it only been a little over a year since I went from the mid Golden Core to the mid Nascent Soul stage? How on earth did so much happen?"
Daoist Buyu listened with utter delight. This was all prime material for storytelling, far richer than the Patriarch's experiences!
The Patriarch's tales were merely about the struggles of founding a sect and playing games of wits against cultivators of the same cultivation stage.
Look at Lu Yang: even though he was only in the Nascent Soul stage, the enemies he provoked started at the Tribulation Transcendence stage, and on a lucky day he could even entertain a couple of half-immortals!
If Lu Yang's talent for stirring up trouble had been around back in the Patriarch's era, Great Yu would have collapsed twenty thousand years earlier!
Back then, even the Imperial Preceptor of Great Yu was merely at the Tribulation Transcendence stage.
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