Cultivation: My Masters’ Wives Are Far Too Forward

Lin Feng woke up to discover he had transmigrated into the body of the useless sect leader of Qingyun Sect, a once-great sect now in decline. His master had passed away, powerful enemies were watching like hawks, and all he had been left with was a mountain of debt, a few hopeless disciples, and a life-threatening inheritance from the previous sect leader: a strange soul contract. “Within three years, if you fail to cultivate both body and soul with one of your senior martial sisters, the technique will turn on you, destroy your spiritual meridians, and kill you.” Lin Feng had barely begun to process this absurd final wish when his three senior martial sisters came knocking. The eldest, Su Wanqing, was as cold as snow. She slapped a frost-rimed long sword onto the table and declared, “The sect cannot go a single day without a leader. Starting today, I’ll personally ‘supervise’ your cultivation until you’re truly fit to bear the responsibilities of sect leader.” She put particular emphasis on “supervise,” and Lin Feng felt a chill creep down his neck. The second, Qin Siyao, gave him a playful smile and handed him a bowl of fragrant but strangely colored spiritual soup. “Xiao Feng, you’re far too frail to lead a sect. Here, drink this special tonic your senior sister made to strengthen your foundation.” Lin Feng saw the strange bubbles rising around the edge of the bowl and broke out in a cold sweat. The third, Chu Youyou, hugged an enormous food box with a worried expression and said softly, “Xiao Feng, don’t be afraid. We’re all doing this for your own good. Look, I made you some pastries to boost your spiritual energy... I might not have quite gotten the baking time right, so they may be a little hard. Are your teeth all right?” Looking at his three stunning senior martial sisters, each with her own “special skill,” Lin Feng was close to tears. All he wanted was to stay alive and slowly build the sect into something great! How had he ended up with hell difficulty from the start?