Those old Taoist priests who had obtained the elixirs, immortal swords, and magical artifacts were already completely entranced, almost delirious. Having lived for hundreds of years, they had never seen such spiritual, radiant elixirs, let alone those obviously top-tier immortal swords and treasures brimming with magical power. Of course, that was only from their perspective; to Henry Bolton, these were nothing more than toys for children.

Seeing the Wudang disciples making such a spectacle of themselves, Henry Bolton couldn’t help but feel deeply moved, secretly ashamed to be the head of the Wudang Sect. At the same time, he couldn’t help but blame his master and the senior brother he had never met—how could they be so cruel and heartless to the Wudang disciples, causing them to lose all composure at the sight of an elixir, to go mad at the sight of an immortal sword? Henry Bolton silently resolved that he would never let these Wudang disciples live in poverty again. Luckily, there were no outsiders present, or else he would have lost all face. Of course, these Wudang disciples’ cultivation was also far too low; it seemed necessary to stay here for a while and give them some extra lessons. Naturally, he also needed to brush up on some common knowledge of the secular world himself, or else he might end up in another situation like the day he was beaten by that wild girl without even knowing why! However, thinking of those two girls, Henry Bolton couldn’t help but picture those long, snow-white legs and towering chests, his blood surging uncontrollably. Henry Bolton hurriedly activated the Wudang Immortal Technique to suppress his restless emotions.

“Ahem.” Henry Bolton’s light cough finally brought those crazed Taoists back to their senses. After all, they had cultivated for centuries. When each of them sobered up, they recalled their earlier behavior and couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed. Seeing people hundreds of years old looking shy was truly more than most could bear—fortunately, Henry Bolton was not an ordinary person, or else he would have been sick.

“I’ll be staying here for a while to teach you about the Heavenly Dao. If you have any questions about your cultivation, you can ask me. Also, help me find a Wudang disciple who is familiar with modern society to explain some common knowledge to me!”

Hearing that Henry Bolton would be staying for a while, the Taoists went wild again. For cultivators like them, having the chance to receive guidance from a direct disciple of Zhang Sanfeng was even more precious than elixirs or immortal swords. A single word of enlightenment could benefit them for a lifetime! As expected, Henry Bolton was once again subjected to a storm of effusive praise. Helpless, Henry Bolton said something that made all cultivators feel ashamed: “I’m tired. Find me a relatively clean room. We’ll talk tomorrow if there’s anything else!” With that, he fled under the guidance of Logan and Gavin. This left Owen and the others bewildered—how could someone as highly cultivated as Henry Bolton possibly feel tired? Still, Owen and the others quickly snapped out of their confusion, glanced at the elixirs, magical artifacts, and immortal swords in their hands as if guarding against thieves, and swiftly stowed them away in their storage pouches. Then, each of them gave an awkward, knowing smile.

“All right, let’s think about who among us would be suitable to introduce secular matters to the Grandmaster!” After all, Owen had the highest seniority here and was the senior brother among the “枯” generation, so he had to take responsibility for Henry Bolton’s request.

So everyone started discussing noisily again. If anyone had bothered to count, they would have realized that, since entering this place to cultivate, the total number of years they’d spent didn’t add up to the amount of talking they did today. In the end, they reached a conclusion: their knowledge of the secular world was just as pitifully lacking. After all, they had been isolated from the world for centuries—who knew what society was like now? They were not suitable to introduce things to Henry Bolton. So, with no other choice, they asked Logan to summon the current Wudang Sect leader in the secular world, Master Ethan.

At this moment, at the entrance of the Yuchun Palace’s main hall, Jason Wright welcomed the two daughters of his friends from the secular world: Emily Parker and Grace Miller. Jason Wright was Logan’s second disciple and one of the main liaisons with the outside world in the Wudang Sect. So-called “liaison” just meant that in his spare time, he would wander the secular world, check on how Wudang disciples were faring, and help solve problems that lower-level disciples couldn’t handle.

Chapter 8: Spreading the Dao

In the cultivation world, apart from Zhang Sanfeng’s fame, the Wudang Sect was actually considered a minor sect. If it weren’t for Wudang’s martial path and formidable combat strength, the cultivation world might well have ignored them altogether. Although Wudang was only mid-to-lower tier in the ancient cultivation world, in the secular world, their power was second only to Shaolin. At least, among some of the special forces in the current Chinese government—like the Dragon Group and Leopard Group—many members and even leaders came from Wudang. Of course, they also had some involvement in various secular industries. So, as the second disciple of Wudang’s head, Master Ethan, sometimes he had to play the role of firefighter, going down the mountain to solve tricky problems. Inevitably, he made some friends in the secular world. Emily Parker was the daughter of the Zhao Group’s chairman, who was also Jason Wright’s good friend in the secular world. Grace Miller was, of course, the daughter of Jason Wright’s other good friend, Matthew Miller.