Others transmigrate to the world of immortal cultivation and fight tooth and nail for even the slimmest chance at immortality.
But I awakened the [Disciple Apprenticeship Return System]: when my disciples cultivate, I cultivate; when they break through, I break through!
While my fellow disciples are still cracking heads over a single spirit stone, my eldest disciple has already attained a Nascent Soul epiphany, returning ten thousand years of cultivation to me;
while the patriarch is losing sleep over his tribulation, my youngest disciple has formed a ninth-turn golden core, granting me a supreme Dao body outright.
And so, the entire immortal realm gradually realized something was off...
How could that guy who never retreats into seclusion and spends every day wandering around taking on disciples become more terrifying by the day?!
“Sect Master, he’s taken in another disciple with a trash spirit root!”
“What’s there to panic about? How much trouble can a trash spirit root cau, wait, how did that disciple just cleave the immortal sect in two with one sword?!”
“Because the power of that sword just got returned to his master.”
This is the absurd story of someone coasting to victory in the world of immortal cultivation by ‘working hard to take on disciples.’
