The apocalypse arrived, the blood moon rose, and 90 percent of humanity was infected by a virus in an instant, turning into bloodthirsty zombies.
After his business failed and his partner betrayed him, Zhao Han was utterly despairing. Then, on a rooftop, he unexpectedly awakened the Cultivation Sect Leader System.
Shouldering the hope of revitalizing his sect and armed with an outrageously powerful System, Zhao Han thought he was finally on his way to the top. Who could have guessed his disciples would be such oddballs?!
"Master, my blade spares neither young nor old. Forgive me, but I can't complete this mission."
"Fine, Li Sanniu! You're not a kid anymore. Do you really not want these materials for breaking through?"
"Hahahaha, Master, I actually have a smaller blade too. I guarantee I'll get the job done!"
Zhao Han turned around, looked at the bustling sect under construction and his busy disciples, and raised his arms to shout:
"I will make the path of cultivation flourish!"
