Disciples, Stop Competing! I Just Want to Teach You into Good-for-Nothings

“The more useless the disciples, the stronger the master!”

Chen Tiandao looks at the three “good disciples” before him, who are about to drive him to his doom. His eyelid twitches uncontrollably.

After transmigrating and awakening the [Most Useless Master-Disciple System], he was supposed to coast to victory and level up by teaching his disciples badly. But who could have guessed that every one of these good-for-nothings would be a master of reading too much into things?

His eldest disciple is born with blocked meridians. He bluffs with the Dao De Jing and I Ching: “This is the supreme sword manual!” That night, the girl ponders it until she comprehends the Sword Dao, and her sword energy spreads three hundred li!

His second disciple has a shattered dantian. Chen casually bluffs: “Spend two hours a day showering beneath a waterfall.” Three months later, the boy smashes a top-grade spiritual weapon with his bare fists, tears in his eyes. “Thank you, Master, for enlightening me in the way of body refinement!”

His third disciple sleeps all day. Chen throws down his chamber pot in anger: “You might as well sleep yourself to death!” Instead, the little Daoist comprehends the Great Dao of Dreams, sleepwalks into the sacred ground’s treasury, and clutches a Holy Maiden’s underwear as he shouts, “This is the key to enlightenment my master bestowed upon me!”

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“Disciple success rate detected: 99.99%. Tribulation gathering power. Host, prepare to die!”

As a world-ending thunder dragon gathers in the sky, Chen Tiandao turns ashen and roars at the gathered geniuses kneeling across the sect: “Anyone else who calls me ‘Master of Ten Thousand Dao’ will be reincarnated together with all of you this instant!”