Chu Fan awakens the Myriad Worlds Daoist Arena, but his System is a sharp-tongued little brat.
[Soul purity: D-. Energy level: F. Host, are you here to drag down the arena’s average?]
The three Dao-preaching points he gets from the start are only enough to recruit a few “defective” disciples.
A girl afflicted by cold poison, a veteran with a broken leg, a street urchin…
Everyone laughs at him for being crazy, until the Trial Tower opens, the Star Marks appear, and ancient beings awaken one after another.
System: [Warning! Your eldest disciple just smashed a divine projection with one slap!]
Chu Fan: “Relax. This is basic stuff. No need to make a fuss.”
He gazes at the crack splitting open in the sky. Even stronger “disciples-to-be” are waiting there.
“Don’t rush. You’re next.”
