Inner Demons

Yue Yunzi sighed. It wasn't for his former disciple's cultivation being destroyed, nor for his other former disciple being casually eaten.

He was sighing at their stupidity.

But there was nothing to sigh about—he knew that the "stupidity" of these cultivators was intentionally cultivated by the traditions of the Daoist Orthodoxy and Sword Sect. It was not the will of one or a few people, but the result of choices made over millions of years.

He himself was a genius of heavenly talent, who began cultivating at the age of forty. Now, at one hundred and thirty-two, he had used eighty-six years to reach the True Realm.

And the one collapsed on the floor was one hundred and thirteen years old and had been cultivating for one hundred and thirteen years. He was a Daoist child from Grotto-heaven, with both parents being cultivators. But due to his aptitude, he had only reached the Illusory Realm in one hundred and thirteen years. There were many Taoist priests like him, and the requirements for Sword Cultivators were even stricter—

This was under the condition that they were almost single-mindedly focused on cultivation.

Yue Yunzi knew he was a smart person, but he also knew that if everyone in the Daoist Orthodoxy were as "smart" as him, it would have long since fallen apart. A group of "smart people" who wielded great power and were ambitious, smart people no different from those in the secular world… how could the Daoist Orthodoxy and Sword Sect still exist.

They would have schemed against and slaughtered each other long ago, creating rivers of blood.

But he still lamented their stupidity—