Synopsis: [System] [Infinite] [Cultivation] [Invincible] [No CP]
Bai Mu, a task-taker who transmigrates across myriad worlds, binds himself to the [Grandmaster System]. As long as he takes people blessed with great fortune as disciples, he can earn all kinds of rewards.
Sounds wonderful?
The problem is, the body he bought belongs to a decrepit seventy-eight-year-old man.
He has osteoporosis, bad teeth, and gets winded after just a few steps. The only thing about him that looks like a Cultivation practitioner is his flowing white hair.
And his list of disciples is packed with names: the Chosen One of this world, born with an ancient sword bone, is his eldest disciple.
The villainous demon cultivator sent to spy on him, whose true dragon bloodline is about to awaken, is also his disciple.
The one born with an emperor's destiny is his disciple, too.
As for the main villain, the ancient demon beast that throws all the worlds into turmoil, it just so happens to be the first disciple this body took in all those years ago.
And so the Cultivation world witnessed the most outrageous sight in history:
An old man leaning on a cane and dozing with narrowed eyes, followed by a group of monstrous disciples blessed by fate, each capable of turning the world upside down at any moment.
With the Three Realms on the brink of destruction, the old man calmly sips goji berry tea.
[Ding! Detected disciple corruption level: 100! Host, please educate and guide them!]
The old man sighed and struggled to his feet. "Time to get to work. Give your master a hand..."
There is much debate in the Cultivation world about the appearance of the Saint Sect's leader. Some say the leader is an old man, only to be immediately contradicted: with the Saint Sect's leader's strength, they couldn't possibly look like an old man. Others say the leader is as beautiful as a celestial maiden, unmatched by anyone in the world.
Bai Mu nodded. It seemed they were all right.
