In the Qi Refining Stage, I Took a Cleaver and Hacked Through an Entire Continent

Yu Jia thinks he might be the unluckiest person in the whole world.

Before transmigrating, he was a seasoned unlucky guy in the twenty-first century.

He'd choke whenever he drank water, step in dog poop whenever he walked, always be one yuan short when buying a drink, get 'Thanks for participating' every time he entered a raffle, and find the seasoning missing from every cup of instant noodles.

After transmigrating, he thought his luck had finally turned.

The moment he opened his eyes, the memories flooding into his mind left him completely stunned.

His soul had transmigrated into a cultivation world, and he had become the master of a sect.

In theory, it sounded wonderful.

In reality, the sect's assets consisted of a bare little mountain, three leaky tiled huts, and two acres of barren farmland.

The entire sect had only three disciples.

Yu Jia's cultivation was at the first level of Qi Refining, and he didn't even know how to use it... He couldn't even fly.

Worst of all, his predecessor's master, the sect's only proper cultivator, had run into an enemy three days earlier and been gravely wounded.

With his last breath, he dragged himself back to the sect, took Yu Jia's hand, and tearfully entrusted his final duty to him:

"Your master... isn't going to make it... The sect is in your hands now... You... you're my direct disciple... You must restore the sect to its former glory..."

Then he breathed his last.

Yu Jia looked at his master's corpse, then at the two little kids waiting eagerly for dinner outside the door, and fell into deep thought.

A direct disciple? The next sect master of the Green Mountain Sect...