So I'm Actually a Cultivation Bigwig

The good news: Lin Yuan transmigrated and activated the System.

The bad news: this lousy System only rewards him with max-level martial arts and all kinds of practical skills.

He thought he would have to spend the rest of his life looking after a martial arts school on the verge of closing.

But then...

A one-armed simpleton burdened with a blood feud took the iron practice sword Lin Yuan had given him and stormed the Dragon Palace of the Great Marsh alone, unleashing a sword strike that shook the heavens.

Old Zhang, who could barely walk, secretly studied the manual Lin Yuan used to balance a table leg. He mastered the peerless art of treading without a trace, moving faster than even a bolt of heavenly lightning.

Wang Yuan, his honest and straightforward eldest disciple, trained in the Iron Body Thirteen Guardians technique. With nothing but the strength of his body, he smashed through the nine heavens and laughed as he asked the immortals, “Why are you afraid to enter the mortal world?”

His second disciple, Xiao Yan, had his meridians shattered and his engagement broken off. He carried the ghost-head saber forged by his master to their three-year appointment. One man held an entire city at bay, and no one dared utter a word.

Lin Yuan finally realized:

The big shot is me!!