Please, Invincible Disciple, Leave the Sect Already

My master begged me to come down from the mountain: “Disciple, you're too ridiculously powerful. Go down and cause trouble for someone else!” I was born invincible, but innocent and naive. After coming down from the mountain, I was pampered in turn by my five stunning senior sisters: the eldest fed me, the second trained with me, the third gave me spending money, the fourth gave me poison as a snack, and the fifth used formations to build me an amusement park. I wanted to keep a low profile, but trouble kept coming to my door. No matter. If anyone bullies my senior sisters, I can deal with them with a single finger. This is the story of an invincible junior disciple doted on by his senior sisters.