The Outcast: Me, a Young Lad in Republican-Era China,

I'm seven years old, the junior granduncle of Mount Longhu, and my junior disciple is Zhang Zhiwei.

Before I transmigrated, I was a wage slave working 996 hours a week. My greatest talents were slacking off, shifting blame, and making empty promises.

After transmigrating, I'm Zhang Jingqing's last disciple and the most senior in the whole mountain. Even Zhang Zhiwei has to call me Junior Granduncle.

The System says: Raise your junior disciple to become the best under heaven, and you'll coast your way to eternal life.

I look at the future Old Celestial Master, who's got a runny nose and can only say, “Junior Granduncle, I'm hungry.”

...That's it?

From then on, a strange sight appears on Mount Longhu:

A seven-year-old feeds candy to a three-year-old crybaby: “Be good. Eat this, and tomorrow you'll practice on your own.”

The three-year-old nods vigorously: “Junior Granduncle is the best!”

Later, everyone in the Outcast world knows Zhang Zhiwei is peerless.

Only he knows that what he fears most in this life is his Junior Granduncle smiling sweetly and asking:

“Zhiwei, have you finished today's lessons?”