My Disciples Are Far Too Rebellious: All Paths Return to the Origin

On the Tianxuan Continent of the Immortal Realm, Lu Changsheng, the good-for-nothing peak master of Qinglan Sect, is a laughingstock. Though he transmigrated from the modern world, he awakened a good-for-nothing spiritual physique. After ten years of arduous cultivation, he still hasn’t reached the Qi Refining stage. The sect gives him three months to take on a disciple, or it will reclaim Qingyun Peak. At this moment of life and death, the dormant “Myriad Arts Return to the Origin System” finally activates:

“Ding! Take on your first senior disciple within the time limit to receive the Five Elements Chaos Physique!”

Determined to preserve his master’s legacy, Lu Changsheng grits his teeth and heads down the mountain, where he happens upon a homeless boy chewing grass roots in a ruined temple. The System instantly erupts in golden light: “Innate Sword Bones detected! Host, teach your disciple the fragmentary ‘Sword Art of the Nine Tribulations of the Plain Maiden.’ Every time your disciple breaks through a level, you’ll receive ten times the cultivation base in return!”

Only after the boy, Ye Chen, cleaves the sect’s test-sword stele with a single strike do the members of Qinglan Sect realize that the peak master they mocked has an unparalleled genius beneath him, one capable of making the swords of the Nine Heavens sing! More terrifying still, a disheveled old Daoist who loves his liquor can casually rewrite the laws of heaven and earth with a stroke of his brush, while a frail young girl can freeze a thousand miles of demonic tide with a flick of her finger...

“My master always says he’s just an ordinary man.” His first disciple, who later becomes head of the Sword Pavilion, smiles wryly. “Then the day the heavenly tribulation came, he reached out, pulled one-tenth of my cultivation base right out of me, and refined the tribulation clouds into cotton candy.”