Lin Ye stood before the crumbling mountain gate of the Remnant Moon Sect, feeling utterly content.
He had transmigrated to this world of cultivation a month ago.
From the start, he had bound himself to the "Declining Sect System."
Just as the name suggested, the more his sect declined, the faster his personal cultivation improved.
The sect's reputation fell, and he grew stronger.
The sect's disciples left, and he grew stronger.
The sect's assets dwindled, and he grew stronger.
The sect was challenged and its signboard smashed, and he ascended on the spot.
It was practically a System tailor-made for him to slack off.
The previous sect master, his cheap master, had passed away a few days ago. The vast Remnant Moon Sect was now down to just Lin Ye and one disciple.
The buildings were dilapidated, and the only cultivation manual was the mediocre Breath-Guiding Art.
Perfect.
This was an incredibly lucky start.
To make the sect decline even faster, Lin Ye had stayed up all night. Combining what he knew about health and wellness in his previous life, he had made up a cultivation technique.
He named it the Tortoise Breathing Technique.
Its core principle: slow.
Inhale slowly, so slowly you can no longer feel the air moving.
Exhale slowly, so slowly you feel like you could stop breathing at any moment.
One full cycle took as long as a whole day of practicing other techniques.
The effect? None whatsoever. A pure waste of time that would only hinder cultivation.
Lin Ye was sure that once his disciple Zhang San started practicing, he would realize within a few days that he had been duped and storm off in anger.
Then he would be the only one left in the sect, and the System's rewards would be his for the taking.
"Master, I'm here!"
A simple-looking head poked out from behind the door. It was Lin Ye's only disciple, Zhang San.
Zhang San was an orphan from a village at the foot of the mountain, picked up by the previous sect master. He was honest but not very bright. He had practiced the Breath-Guiding Art for three years and still hadn't managed to guide qi into his body.
"Ahem." Lin Ye cleared his throat and put on the air of a sect master.
"Zhang San, I've noticed you've made no progress with the Breath-Guiding Art for a long time. This technique simply isn't right for you."
