Reborn as the senior sister of the Jie Sect, I originally planned to keep my head down and coast until the Investiture of the Gods was over.
But the System kept pushing me to improve, and my junior brothers and sisters were just too adorable. Before I knew it, I had raised every last one of them into a Sage.
When the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods arrived, my sect's disciples sat together, drinking tea and watching the show.
That is, until Jiang Ziya tremblingly read the names on the Investiture of the Gods list: “Perfected Lord Qingxu Daode, Perfected Taiyi, Chijingzi, Guangchengzi...”
The Celestial Master Yuanshi flipped over the Zixiao Palace. “Tongtian! What kind of demonic disciples have you been raising?!”
I calmly sipped my tea. “You're too kind. We just got a little competitive, that's all.”
