Vol 2 Chapter 29 – Teach Me


    At Zheng Fa’s residence, he sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, circulating his spiritual energy according to the Crimson Sky Technique.


    He had been cultivating for three full hours—much longer than his usual sessions.


    Suddenly, a flush of red spread across his face.


    In the next moment, a vortex of spiritual energy appeared above his head.


    When he opened his eyes, there was a trace of satisfaction in them.


    The Sect Master''s voice suddenly rang in his ear.


    Zheng Fa had no idea when this old man had started watching him, but he had barely completed his breakthrough before the Sect Master noticed.


    When he arrived at the thatched hut, the Sect Master was already sitting on a meditation cushion, his face full of smug satisfaction, as if he had something he was dying to show off.


    The Sect Master glanced at him and smiled, looking quite pleased.


    Zheng Fa bowed his head in acknowledgment.


    Zheng Fa looked at his master expectantly.


    The Sect Master shook his head.


    Zheng Fa suddenly understood why his two senior brothers had been so bitter before.


    With a master like this, how could they not be?


    This wasn’t about teaching—it was about getting revenge!


    Zheng Fa lifted his head and looked at his master, his eyes filled with unspoken meaning.


    Uncle-Master Pang had promised him cultivation resources all the way up to the Nascent Soul Stage when taking him as a disciple.


    As the mighty Sect Master of Jiushan Sect, surely his master couldn''t let his junior outshine him?


    The Sect Master pointed at the thatched hut behind him.


    Zheng Fa looked at the tiny house.


    Aside from two meditation cushions, there was literally nothing else inside.


    How should he put it? Even the cows on the estate had better housing.


    The Sect Master seemed to realize that the hut was far too shabby and felt a little guilty, explaining in a low voice.


    … So that meant it was okay for him to be poor?


    Zheng Fa''s tone carried a hint of regret.


    The Sect Master clapped his hands cheerfully.


    Zheng Fa thought about the four Thousand-Year Purple Bamboo Tears he had already claimed from Uncle-Master Pang.


    Then he looked at his master’s warm, encouraging smile.


    Finally, he understood why Uncle-Master Pang had looked so pained yet so generous at the same time.


    Calling him felt like a waste.


    The Sect Master said righteously.


    As soon as he mentioned it, the Sect Master’s face lit up with pride. It was clear that he had called Zheng Fa over just to show off his latest work.


    Zheng Fa twitched.


    Yes, play—Senior Sister Zhang had coined the term, saying it was a drama adapted from a story, which made perfect sense.


    To make it seem like he had a vast collection of plays, Zheng Fa had not only taken inspiration from domestic novels and films, adapting them to the Xuanwei Realm, but had also compiled a collection of story ideas—summaries of various famous and award-winning works from modern times. Sёarch* The N?vel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    When it came time to choose Jiushan Sect’s first-ever play, Senior Sister Zhang immediately set her sights on what later became known as .


    According to Senior Sister Zhang, the play showcased the unity of Jiushan Sect, demonstrating how the sect would spare no expense to save even its lowest disciples!


    But in Zheng Fa’s view, Senior Sister Zhang probably just wanted to promote a "Jiushan Dream"—even though their sect had spiritual root discrimination, wealth inequality, factional rivalries, and constant talisman battles, they still needed to market an image of unity.


    Clearly, the Sect Master was quite pleased with the name.


    Zheng Fa begged.


    If this thing got popular, wouldn’t he die of secondhand embarrassment?


    Seeing that Zheng Fa was truly unwilling, the Sect Master frowned and pointed at the script’s cover.


    The two characters for Zheng Fa slowly morphed into Pang Qian.


    Zheng Fa suddenly thought of someone.


    But… that couldn''t be, right?


    The Sect Master confirmed Zheng Fa’s suspicions—it really was that unlucky guy!


    So the old man just picked someone close to him to mess with instead?!


    Zheng Fa followed the Sect Master and watched for a while, his frown deepening as he did.


    Since this was the first-ever Jiushan Sect production, it was clear that the Sect Master had absolutely no grasp of modern cinematic techniques.


    Things like perspective, shot composition, and montage were nonexistent. The entire production felt more like a dry, sequential documentary—complete with lengthy internal monologues.


    Of course, Zheng Fa didn’t fully understand these techniques himself.


    But he had watched the original film and had a decent memory.


    After a moment of silence, he spoke.


    The Sect Master, to his credit, was open to feedback.


    The Sect Master’s voice grew faint.


    The Sect Master abruptly stood up and called out,


    A moment later, Senior Sister Zhang and Senior Sister Yuan arrived together.


    The Sect Master replayed in its entirety for them.


    Senior Sister Yuan''s eyes lit up.


    Beside her, Senior Sister Zhang nodded in agreement.


    Both Senior Sister Zhang and Senior Sister Yuan turned to stare at Zheng Fa, their gazes filled with a silent accusation—


    Zheng Fa felt a bit baffled.


    Had he somehow misunderstood the mainstream aesthetic of the Xuanwei Realm?


    Was everyone here a documentary enthusiast?


    The Sect Master snorted.


    …Not bad, even in Nascent Soul cultivators, some people worked with real efficiency.


    Left with no choice, Zheng Fa dug into his memories and described the film scene by scene, reconstructing it as best as he could.


    Senior Sister Zhang and Senior Sister Yuan didn’t quite understand most of what he was saying, but surprisingly, the Sect Master did—after all, he had spent centuries immersing himself in Luzhong World.


    In less than two hours, the Sect Master clapped his hands.


    Curious, Senior Sister Zhang and Senior Sister Yuan sat on the meditation cushions and viewed Zheng Fa’s version of .


    When the play ended, both of them fell silent.


    The Sect Master asked.


    Senior Sister Yuan said immediately.


    Senior Sister Zhang nodded.


    Zheng Fa was thrown into complete self-doubt.


    Wait… was Xuanwei Realm’s taste in storytelling just unique?


    Was everyone here secretly a fan of dry, unembellished narratives?


    The Sect Master shot Zheng Fa a triumphant grin, then turned back to Senior Sister Zhang and Senior Sister Yuan.


    Clearly, he was quite proud of his work.


    Senior Sister Yuan suddenly said in a small voice.


    The Sect Master froze, then slowly turned to look at Senior Sister Zhang.


    Senior Sister Zhang gave a slight nod and calmly explained,


    …What kind of high emotional intelligence judges were these?


    Zheng Fa glanced at the Sect Master, who also seemed to realize their true opinions.


    But, surprisingly, he genuinely seemed to believe his version was superior.


    Hearing that, Zheng Fa instantly understood.


    There was a term for this in modern Xuanwei Realm—Cognitive Bias.


    After spending a thousand years in Luzhong World, the Sect Master had formed his own aesthetic and storytelling style.


    The problem was, his work had never been tested by an actual audience.


    It was the equivalent of someone writing in complete isolation for a lifetime, aiming to produce a literary masterpiece—never publishing, never reading others'' work, and never receiving feedback.


    Sure, there was a one percent chance he was a genius.


    But there was a ninety-nine percent chance that what he had created was incoherent rambling.


    And to be fair, for Senior Sister Zhang and Senior Sister Yuan, the Sect Master’s version was already engaging enough. After all, it was Jiushan Sect’s first-ever play.


    The problem was that they happened to have Zheng Fa, a person who had lived through the golden age of modern entertainment.


    the Sect Master turned to Senior Sister Zhang and Senior Sister Yuan again.


    Neither of them spoke.


    And silence was often an answer in itself.


    The Sect Master stared at them for a long moment before suddenly turning to Zheng Fa.


    Zheng Fa looked at the Sect Master, stunned. He hadn’t expected the old man to admit defeat so quickly.


    But it was clear now—the Sect Master had a genuine passion for Luzhong World and theater.


    He was even willing to let go of his pride and learn from his own disciple.


    Faced with his master’s eager, thirst-for-knowledge expression, Zheng Fa cleared his throat.


    The Sect Master froze.


    That sentence sounded awfully familiar.


    Like something had said earlier?


    After a long silence, a sly, knowing smile spread across the Sect Master’s face.


    he said,