Be Bold, Disciple! My Life Doesn't Matter!

The good news: After transmigrating into a fantasy world, I became a sect disciple and no longer had to worry about joining a sect.

The bad news: The sect is fake...

The sect leader, who had no cultivation at all, went out recruiting. He'd hoped to swindle a little money, but while performing the chest-breaking-a-boulder trick, he forgot to put down the boulder...

The Great Elder, who had some cultivation, went to collect the body. But he ran into a miasma forest, ate a fake pill made by the Second Elder, and took a couple of big gulps of the northwest wind...

The Second Elder, who fancied himself a genius alchemist, blew up his furnace while making medicine. And, unfortunately, he was making poison at the time...

And what about the Third Elder, a master artifact maker? The moment his peerless divine weapon, quenched in deadly poison, was complete, he excitedly gave it a lick...

The good news: At this most unfortunate moment, I got a System!

The bad news: It's called the Backfire System. As long as I cultivate, my cultivation level goes backward!

With the sect on the brink of collapse, I went down the mountain to recruit two volunteers. I mean, disciples!

What a coincidence! My first disciple is a genius alchemist!

He can take the digestive tablets even Widow Liu at the village entrance knows how to make and add laxatives, leaving anyone who eats them with diarrhea for seven days and seven nights!

Other people make Foundation Establishment Pills. He makes Shattering Pills!

A genius! This guy is absolutely a genius!

My sect has several more geniuses like him!

So tell me...

Are you scared or not!!!