I Retired Three Hundred Years Ago, and Now My Sect Is on the Verge of Collapse

The heroine, Wang Cuihua, the Azure Firmament Sword Master, is dug out of a tofu shop by her unworthy descendants and brought back to the Azure Firmament Sect. She discovers the sect is so poor that even its protective formation has been pawned. She plans to slack off for three days and then leave, but three days turn into three more, because every plan she casually set in motion long ago has now blown up in their faces. As the heroine takes inventory, she discovers that the sect owes the Spirit Stone Pavilion eight million spirit stones, the Scripture Pavilion has been turned into a gambling den, and the Ancestral Hall has been rented out for wedding banquets. The “Peerless Sword Manual” she left behind has been used as toilet paper by the disciples for two hundred years. What follows is the heroine and her disciples’ scramble to pay off the debts.