Novel Blurb
Xie Shuyu transmigrated into a group-centered cultivation novel, where powerful figures abounded. Any one of them could turn the cultivation world upside down.
He died, then came back to life, returning to a thousand years in the past.
The System he was bound to finally showed up, very late.
The System demanded that he straighten out the personalities of four lunatics and teach them all to become exemplary students who were gentle, kind, courteous, restrained, and magnanimous. Otherwise, he could forget about successfully ascending in this life.
"???"
Xie Shuyu: What a vicious curse. Yeah, right. I don't believe a word of it.
Then he nearly got struck to death by the tribulation lightning of the Foundation Establishment stage.
Xie Shuyu briefly questioned his life for a few days. In the end, he could only temporarily follow the System's instructions, diligently searching the entire cultivation world for the four lunatics.
The peerless immortal lord, whose cultivation was profound, put on the act of a gentle, kind young man in front of Xie Shuyu. Even when he came across a weed, he would carefully prop it upright and pretend to loosen the soil around it.
The scheming lord of the demon realm had mastered the art of serving tea and was exceptionally good at making people look bad. He often whispered in Xie Shuyu's ear, praising others with one breath while insulting them with the next.
The arrogant leader of the demon clan wanted nothing more than to turn into a bracelet or choker and wrap himself around Xie Shuyu every day. That way, he and Shushu could stay together forever.
The sinister and ruthless sect master of the Puppet Sect pretended to be a fragile little white flower, now and then lowering his head to look pitiful and bullied. As for why he had to lower his head, he simply couldn't cry. He was so fake he couldn't squeeze out a single tear.
Another day of nuclear harmony, friendly relations, and mutual love (lol :-))
A new sect called Wanwusheng has recently appeared in the cultivation world, flying the banner of equality for all and embracing every living thing.
Its name certainly sounds impressive. But when people make inquiries, they learn that the sect has only five poor souls, including its sect master.
"Ha, these days any stray cat or dog can call itself a sect."
"They're just clowns trying to draw attention. They'll show their true colors at the sect tournament."
No one could have imagined that at the sect tournament, held once every hundred years, Wanwusheng would crush favorites like the Taixuan Sect, Penglai Immortal Pavilion, and Tianji Sect... and take the championship.
"Um... Sect Master Xie, are you still taking disciples?"
His companion clapped a hand over his mouth, looking panicked. "If you want to live a few more years, stop talking nonsense!"
"If those lunatics hear you, even eight hundred lives wouldn't be enough to save you!"
Xie Shuyu understood all too well that being a master was an extremely dangerous profession. With the four people he had taken in, he only took responsibility for teaching them and, while he was at it, correcting their twisted values. He never called them his disciples.
He thought this would help him avoid most of the risks, but he hadn't counted on still losing by one move.
Late at night, someone covered his eyes. A scorching body held him tightly in its arms.
The man coaxed him softly by the ear. "Shuyu, will you take me as your disciple?"
After a long silence, the low voice turned hoarse.
"Or... will you become my cultivation partner?"
Xie Shuyu: "Let me ask one thing first. Who are you?"
Multiple versions of the same character, no choosing between love interests.
Theme: Love can overcome every twist and turn
