You Were Asked to Manage the Sect, Not Storm Heaven

Jiang Che transmigrates to a world of immortal cultivation and becomes the acting sect leader of a sect on the verge of collapse.

Before his master sets off on a journey through the clouds, he pats Jiang Che on the shoulder and says earnestly, "My disciple, I'm leaving the sect in your hands. Remember, keep a low profile, build up your strength, and don't go wild!"

Jiang Che nods. "Don't worry, Master. I understand!"

Ten years later: "I told you to manage the herb fields behind the mountain. How did you grow a World Tree?" "I told you to recruit a few disciples. How did you lure over both the demon princess and the Holy Maiden of the Demon Sect?" "I told you to repair the main hall. How did you tear down the Southern Heavenly Gate?"

A hundred years later, his master returns on his flying sword. He stares at tens of thousands of disciples standing atop immortal weapons, sharpening their blades, and a magnificent, resplendent Hall of the Heavenly Palace hovering above the sect. He falls into deep thought.

Jiang Che looks utterly innocent. "Master, if I say it was all an accident, will you believe me?"

Just then, an alarm sounds in the Celestial Court: "The Jade Emperor! This is bad! That sect down in the mortal realm... They're really attacking the Celestial Court!"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.