I slept for 1,700 years and woke up as the sect's founding ancestor, the most powerful one of all.
I thought I'd be able to do whatever I wanted, but who knew my sect would be so poor it had barely anything left? The spirit veins were depleted, the disciples had all run off, and the grass on the mountain was almost two meters tall!
Founding ancestor or not, I'm still human. I need to eat!
In my previous life, I was a planner, so planning out a sect came naturally to Xu An.
While other ancestors comprehended supreme techniques and kept them to themselves, he made his first fortune selling forbidden arts.
While other ancestors stayed in seclusion and ignored their disciples, he showed up the moment one of his disciples ran into trouble.
While other ancestors only stepped in when the sect was in danger, he did the exact opposite.
And so, the cultivation world's style changed to this:
“Forbidden arts? What forbidden arts? This is clearly a shortcut to success in life!”
“You're the founding ancestor! Why are you sticking up for your disciples? What happened to your dignity?!”
“Wait, you're at the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, and you're taking something from me, a Golden Core cultivator? Have you no honor?!”
Xu An: If I've got the strength, why not use it?
Everyone can't bear it, and they are all suppressed. You are the only one who can have the idea of testing a child, ancestor. As expected, you are right. As long as the female sect of the sect looks at it, you don't want to think that you have blacklisted a dragon. You will have abnormal thoughts at every turn.
This plot... I started reading the novel in junior high school, and I haven't been able to resist the poisonous resistance for seven years. Wow.