[Overpowered protagonist] + [Ensemble cast] + [Reverse misunderstandings] + [Chuunibyou antics] + [Sect shenanigans] + [Fast-paced] + [Single female lead]
Gu Wenshan transmigrated to a fantasy world.
There were sacred lands, imperial clans, demon courts, and forbidden zones, along with sword cultivators who could cleave rivers with a single strike and ancient powerhouses who could subdue the seas with one palm.
The good news was that he had joined an ancient sect that seemed mysterious.
The bad news was that the sect was almost bankrupt.
The sect master bragged every day about how he'd subdued the eight directions with a single sword strike in his youth.
The senior sister coldly claimed she'd slain a half-step Demon Emperor three years ago.
The second senior brother spent all day studying formation plates, but couldn't even set up a proper spirit-gathering formation.
The junior sister was always quoting ancient texts, bluffing people with sheer confidence.
The whole sect was all talk and no action.
Everyone was pretending to be an unparalleled expert.
All Gu Wenshan wanted was to keep a low profile, cultivate in peace, and live the life of an ordinary disciple.
That was, until someone came to challenge the sect.
The sect master shoved a fire poker into his hand. His voice trembled, but he still tried to sound tough.
“Disciple, this is our sect's ancient sword, the treasure that guards our mountain. Go give him a casual slash in my place.”
Gu Wenshan nodded earnestly.
“Understood. The sect is testing my fundamentals.”
The next moment, the poker came down.
The enemy outside the mountain gate was gone.
Half the mountain was gone.
Even the great river running across three provinces changed course on the spot.
The entire sect was dumbfounded.
The challenger fell to his knees.
The sect master stared at the fire poker he'd picked up, completely at a loss.
Gu Wenshan was still puzzled.
“Strange. Is this level of power really just basic stuff in our sect?”
