My name is Qingshi. I transmigrated and got bound to a lousy System.
The System said I had to take disciples and scold them every day, as harshly as possible. But I couldn’t praise them. One compliment and I’d be done for.
I also couldn’t give them magic treasures, teach them cultivation techniques, or give them special treatment.
Just scold them.
I thought, Isn’t that going to ruin them?
Then I took in seven good-for-nothings nobody wanted, scolded them for three years, and fell asleep.
Just one nap.
When I woke up, I found myself buried.
A huge tombstone stood over my grave: Tomb of Saint Ancestor Qingshi.
My seven disciples were kneeling in front of it, weeping uncontrollably.
Me: ???
Wait, how did you all become Great Emperors?
What happened during the five hundred years I was asleep?
A good-for-nothing master who just wants to lie flat, and seven disciples he scolded into becoming Great Emperors.
Reverse cultivation is the deadliest kind.
