Master, You’re Far Too Low-Key

[Elements: transmigration, System, teacher and disciples, lottery draws]

Su Ke has barely arrived in the world of cultivation when he’s told to kill a Golden Core cultivator. How is he supposed to do that?

Faced with seven genius disciples whose cultivation is higher than his own, Su Ke keeps a steady expression, though he’s panicking inside. How is he supposed to teach them?

Watching his disciples ascend one by one, Su Ke is helpless and lonely...

First disciple: “Master, I’ll wait for you in the Divine Realm.”

Second disciple: “Master, you’re far too humble.”

Seventh disciple Long Xi: “Master, hold on to my hair ribbon, and I’ll take you up with me.”