After Reincarnating as a Villain, I Turned Cultivation into a Cram School

As a high school senior from one of China's most competitive provinces, I always wanted everyone else to get a taste of the rat race. On my first day transmigrated into the body of a cannon-fodder villain, I dragged my sect-master dad into holding an ascension oath-taking ceremony overnight. The disciples wanted to slack off, but I forced them to swear a Daoist oath: if they didn't ascend within a hundred years, they would be struck by lightning. They had no choice but to grit their teeth and work around the clock. With my sect-master dad's support, I got the whole sect caught up in the rat race. From the sect master and elders to the inner and outer disciples, everyone got a copy of Fifty Years to Ascend, Thirty Years of Diligent Cultivation and trained hard. In just ten years, the average disciple advanced by three major cultivation realms. From then on, in Qingyun Sect, I was revered as