[Cultivation + Founding a Sect + Lighthearted Humor + Farming + Recruiting Disciples with Traits + No Harem + Not a Power Fantasy]
(Infrastructure building + Gaining resources through training + Improving cultivation + Contending with other sects. Many plot threads are planted early, and the secrets will be revealed one by one later. Stay tuned: this is a story worth rereading.)
“Brother Bin, the house burned down again!”
“Brother Bin, we just took in a disciple, and it looks like he’s about to undergo tribulation...”
“Brother Bin, there’s no food in the sect. The disciples are cultivating by eating dirt!”
He Bin rubbed his forehead. This sect was too much trouble. To keep the whole place fed, he was constantly running around poaching resources from other sects, practically leaving smoke in his wake.
The sect’s ancient ancestor, who was neither man nor woman, both man and woman, and somehow neither nor both...
The mature senior sister, obsessed with work and never sleeping...
The adorable junior sister, beloved by everyone and endlessly replenishing resources...
The senior brother, a sword immortal obsessed with cultivation while still wearing split-crotch pants...
The sect’s most handsome man, Seventh Senior Brother, blessed with the fortune of a chosen one...
And, of course, the great, great, great male lead, who considered himself elegant, dashing, and devastatingly handsome: He Bin.
“Women, don’t fall for me. I’m not interested in you. I don’t want to get involved with anyone. I just want to keep this whole sect fed.”
Huh?
I transmigrated here, so why am I responsible for this sect? What does the fate of the cultivation world have to do with me? What does the life and death of all creation have to do with me?
I, He Bin, came from... Where did I come from...?
Could it be that this System isn’t actually a System?
