After cultivating for a hundred years, the protagonist Xu Sanguan finally broke through to the Golden Core realm and awakened a cultivation-transfer System.
All he had to do to grow stronger was take on disciples.
If a disciple’s cultivation fell, he would receive ten times the loss in return.
If a disciple’s cultivation rose, he would receive an equal amount in return.
If a disciple died, all his gains would be wiped out.
So Xu Sanguan racked his brains and tried everything he could to make his dear disciples’ cultivation fall.
But nothing went as planned.
First disciple: “Master sold his blood to find me a top-grade Foundation Establishment pill. Its potency was so strong that I risked losing a cultivation stage, but I was lucky enough to break through to Foundation Establishment. His kindness is as great as a mountain. I have to work even harder at cultivation...”
Second disciple: “Master went to sell his blood again. He even indulged me, a mere Qi Refining cultivator, by building me a Spirit Gathering Array. Luckily, I inherited my family’s array techniques. I won’t let Master down this time!”
Third disciple: “Master is getting weaker and weaker. He made us magical treasures, and although mine absorbs my cultivation day and night, at least I managed to raise a treasure spirit. It’s time for me to inherit the sword spirit...”
Fourth disciple: “Master is practically skin and bones. He’s been running everywhere to prepare for the sect tournament, and outsiders actually say he’s colluding with others to suppress us fellow disciples. What utter nonsense!”
“…”
A thousand years later, Xu Sanguan stood at the edge of the Immortal Realm, gazing down at the mortal world.
Several disciples at the peak of the ninth turn of the Great Emperor realm stood obediently beside him.
The disciples wept as they pleaded, “Master, we’re strong enough already. Please stop selling your blood! We’ll cultivate properly!”
Xu Sanguan wearily waved a hand.
“Get lost.”
