I Asked My Master How Strong He Was, and He Shut Off My System with a Wave of His Hand

Lin Yuan transmigrates to a world of immortal cultivation with the Myriad Realms Cultivation System, and assumes he must be the chosen one.

Instead, a scruffy old Daoist takes him back to a dilapidated temple. The System scans his master’s cultivation level: [Error: Target exceeds System recognition range. Host is advised to flee immediately.]

The cultivation technique his master gives him is rated F-grade garbage by the System.

Lin Yuan trains through tears, then shatters a mountain wall with one punch.

An F-grade technique?

The flowers his master teaches his senior sister to grow can destroy a city with a single bloom.

The dog his master keeps can make every bird and beast within ten miles bow its head just by yawning.

One day, Lin Yuan can’t help asking, “Master, just how strong are you?”

Zhang Xuanqing takes a puff from his long-stemmed pipe and casually waves his hand. The System interface in Lin Yuan’s mind goes black and shuts down.

“Hmm… about this strong, I suppose.”

All the powerful figures on the Tianxuan Continent know that Qingfeng Temple is not to be messed with, except for the temple’s own disciples.