Wang Teng transmigrated to the Qiyuan Continent, where the immortal path had declined and demons and monsters ran rampant.
From the start, evil cultivators had bound him and taken him into the Misty Forest. He called for help, but neither Heaven nor Earth answered.
With his life hanging by a thread, he unexpectedly bound himself to the "Make the Mystic Sect Great Again" System and used the beginner's gift to kill an evil cultivator with one slash.
But then came the problem...
This place was crawling with demonic beasts, and there wasn't another person in sight. Where was he supposed to find disciples?
Then one day, he met a resolute young man.
Wang Teng looked at the Blood River Demonic Saber on the System interface and fell silent for a long while.
Then he raised his head and patted the young man's shoulder with an air of righteousness.
"Young friend, you have exceptional bones. You're a cultivation prodigy the likes of which appears only once every ten thousand years."
"I have a long-lost technique called the Vast Canglan Righteous Saber. Today, I'll pass it on to you."
"Fate brought us together. How about joining my Mystic Sect?"
The young man knelt, eyes red with tears.
"This disciple wishes to take you as his master!"
Later, Wang Teng took in a second disciple. Looking at the Heartburning Tribulation Sword Manual he'd exchanged from the System, he sighed.
"My disciple, this is our sect's supreme sword art, the Heaven-Mirror Pure-Origin Sword Canon. Master it, and one slash can open Heaven's Gate!"
The second disciple was so moved that he prostrated himself in gratitude.
Later still, Wang Teng took in a third disciple. He stared at the Ninefold Netherworld Profound Yin Art and kept a straight face.
"My disciple, this is the Jade Clarity Profound Origin Art, our sect's supreme secret technique..."
The third disciple burst into tears.
A hundred years later, his eldest disciple wielded a demonic saber, leaving not a blade of grass standing wherever its light passed.
His second disciple summoned a manifestation of the Sword Dao and unleashed a full-force strike. A rain of crimson fire poured down, turning all things to scorched earth.
His third disciple mastered a soul-devouring art, and ten thousand ghosts bowed before him.
Wang Teng looked at these disciples who practiced demonic arts and fell into thought.
