I Became the Ugliest Cannon-Fodder Master in the Immortal Sect

I had just finished trash-talking a flop novel when I transmigrated into its ugliest cannon-fodder master! Negative looks rating, and the protagonist is going to kill me three days from the start! This is bad! Luckily, I got bound to a ridiculous [Cannon Fodder Self-Rescue System]! If I don't do the missions, I die, and the stingy rewards come with snarky commentary! The protagonist? Too dangerous. I'm out of here! Instead, I picked up, well, conned into joining me, three oddball disciples: one with demonic powers who only wants to cook, a pill refiner who blows up their furnace for a living, and a musclebound sweetheart with incredible strength! Other cultivators are ethereal and elegant. Our master-and-disciple crew farms, digs pits, eats self-heating hot pot, and offers online power-leveling! The entire cultivation world is baffled: How can this ugly master and his good-for-nothing disciples show off even more than the protagonist?! [Comedy + System + Subverting Tropes + Everyone's Wild Misinterpretation (?)] This hilarious master-and-disciple duo is here to cure your bad mood! You won't regret giving it a try!