The Sect's Powerhouses Are All Asleep

Lin Feng transmigrated to the cultivation world and was bound to the most miserable sect in history: all its big shots were asleep, and its mountain was one of the Nine Forbidden Zones.

The System issued his beginner quest: patch a hole in the roof, and earn one low-grade spirit stone.

Watching the swarms of Nascent Soul-level demonic beasts outside, Lin Feng quietly let go of his fantasy that he was the protagonist.

Then one day, the genius daughter of the Su family, covered in blood, stumbled into the forbidden zone.

“Ding! Quest: Take her as your disciple. Reward: one divine-grade puppet!”

Lin Feng summoned every ounce of his talent for persuasion. “Young lady, become my disciple, and I’ll protect your whole family!”

Looking at the shabby hut before her, devoid of spiritual energy, Su Qingxue sneered. “Save my parents first.”

Ten thousand rescue plans flashed through Lin Feng’s mind. In the end, he gave an awkward smile. “My cultivation isn’t strong enough...”

The System couldn’t stand it any longer and issued the puppet ahead of schedule.

As the Su family was on the verge of being wiped out, the puppet descended from the sky. “My master has granted me power!”

Watching the assassins collapse to their knees, Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief. “Can you become my disciple now?”

Su Qingxue looked at the wreckage strewn everywhere, then at her trembling enemies, and finally at Lin Feng, whose face was full of sincerity. Suddenly, she felt that this master might actually be reliable.