My Failing Sect Is Full of Geniuses I Recruited

Lin Zhou transmigrated into the 37th Sect Master of the Qingyun Sect, inheriting a sect that owed three thousand spirit stones and had nothing left but a dilapidated gate and an old servant. He had no sign-in system, no simulations, only a sect almanac: every time a disciple advanced, the sect received a share of fortune in return. He took in all the disciples whom major sects had tested and dismissed as useless. Shi Gan, judged to have no spiritual roots, was actually a rare body-cultivation prodigy; A Luo, an herb girl judged to have mixed spiritual roots, had peerless affinity for spirit plants. Others laughed at him for gathering a sect full of rejects, but he watched the spirit fields revive, the cultivation manual pavilion light up, and the debts get paid off one installment at a time. By the time the Tianjian Sect came knocking again, the Qingyun Sect's gates were no longer the same ramshackle entrance.

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