My Apprentices Keep Me Young: The Stronger They Become, the Younger I Get

[Fantasy with a wild imagination: System + Comedy + Discipleship + Raising Disciples] Zhou Yichen had just received his university acceptance letter and hadn’t even had time to plan his teaching career when a notice from the Lingyu Sect lured him into another world. He transmigrated into the body of a dying old sect master with just thirty days to live, whose sect had no one but him. Bound to a Disciple-Recruitment System, he faced simple, blunt rules: recruiting disciples extended his life and made him younger; the stronger his disciples became, the stronger he grew, and their breakthroughs benefited him too! The problem was that he was completely helpless in a fight, and his only asset was his wealth of modern knowledge. “System, you want me to use my silver tongue to recruit that boy who’s being hunted? With a body like mine, I’d just be walking into a death trap!” “Host, you have only 30 days left to live. Who knows when you’ll meet another disciple?” To stay alive, Zhou Yichen could only grit his teeth and go for it. From then on, the cultivation world gained a sect with a very unusual style: Alchemy? He used a cooking pot and brewed bizarre pills that made anyone who took them laugh uncontrollably for three hours. He called it scientific cultivation. Artifact forging? His flying swords had to travel in an S-curve, which he called a physics-based attack. His magic treasures looked crooked and misshapen. Watching his disciples sweep across the cultivation world with their absurd techniques, Zhou Yichen touched his face, now decades younger, and calmly said, “Don’t panic. Scientific cultivation makes you younger the more you practice. My disciples are human power banks!” What he didn’t mention was that whenever his disciples caused trouble with their bizarre skills, he secretly gave things a little nudge from behind the scenes. After all, the stronger his disciples became, the younger he got. It was a deal with no downside!