You Asked Me to Lead the Sect, Not Turn Cultivation into a Joke

[Maximum Comedy + System-Based + Absurdist + Misinterpretation + Bizarre Shenanigans]

[This book focuses on comedy and the absurd. The pacing is a little slow, so don’t read if that’s not your thing.]

“Ding! Mandatory quest: perform street art begging in the city center. Failure penalty: experience 24 hours of aching balls!”

Lin Fei, a socially anxious man who has just transmigrated into the body of a sect master with no disciples, is dumbstruck on the spot.

Come on, I’m socially anxious, not a social butterfly!

To keep his balls safe, he turns the cultivation world upside down!

An orthodox sword immortal comes flying on his sword? He whips out a pair of [“Reverse-Heaven” Slippers] and beats the man until he questions his entire life!

A grand Buddhist temple tries to purify him with its Ten Thousand Buddhas Formation? He pulls out [“Man-Trap” Perfume], making the Eighteen Arhats attain “enlightenment” on the spot!

His disciples are each more eccentric than the last.

His eldest disciple is a chronic overthinker who treats his ridiculous antics as the ultimate truths of the Great Dao;

His second disciple is a dark fantasy artist who can grasp the highest aesthetics through illusions involving cesspits;

His third disciple is a hot-tempered heckler who complains constantly but fights harder than anyone.

Lin Fei is on the verge of a breakdown. “Please stop overthinking everything! I’m really just a socially anxious guy who wants to lie flat!”

Years later, when he has driven the entire cultivation world mad and they’re all weeping as they study On the Defense and Countermeasures Against Abstract Tactics, Lin Fei can only sigh: “Everyone, I really only wanted to protect my balls in the first place!”