A Ten-Thousandfold Return for Every Disciple I Teach: All My Disciples Are Villainous Rebels

Gu Qingfeng slept for a hundred thousand years. When he awoke, he found that the legendary sect he had founded had been reduced to ruins.

As it happened, he became bound to the Ten-Thousandfold Critical Hit Return Disciple-Recruiting System. As long as he bestowed opportunities upon his disciples, he could trigger a critical hit return of up to a hundred thousand times!

“Ding! You bestowed a fragmentary sword technique upon your eldest disciple. A ten-thousandfold critical hit was triggered, and you received the supreme immortal weapon, the Heaven-Slaying Sword Casket!”

“Ding! You bestowed an Origin Divine Flame upon your second disciple. A hundred-thousandfold critical hit was triggered, and you received the Hongmeng Creation Divine Tree!”

And so Gu Qingfeng embarked on an utterly shameless path of recruiting disciples and spoiling them rotten.

Eldest disciple: a cool and peerless sword goddess whose Supreme Bone was stolen;

Second disciple: a reborn female emperor, dark-hearted and obsessive, betrayed by those she trusted;

Third disciple: a nine-tailed fox-eared demon sovereign loli put up for auction;

Fourth disciple: a disgraced good-for-nothing from Zhongzhou whose engagement was annulled in public...

While the Chosen of Heaven across the three thousand Dao Provinces were still fighting to the death over incomplete cultivation techniques, Gu Qingfeng’s disciples each already wielded an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon. They walked quasi-emperors like dogs and beat immortal kings like punching bags.

True immortals from the Upper Realm descended in a rage, intent on wiping out this band of monsters.

Gu Qingfeng rose lazily from beneath the Dao Comprehension Tree and casually pointed a finger, blowing apart an immortal king’s manifested avatar. “My disciples are not for trash like you to lay a finger on!”