Reviving a Poor Sect with My Food Cart

Ming Qiu transmigrated into the son of the head of Xuan Di Sect and spent seventeen years as a little fool.

In his eighteenth year, he came to his senses, only to hear from his senior brother that his father had gone into seclusion (left to dodge his debts). With no other choice, he temporarily became the acting head of Xuan Di Sect.

His senior brother, Xiao Qiyuan, was handsome, well-built, and born with a sword bone, but poor.

His senior sister, Jin Se, was like an orchid in a quiet valley, with a mutated spiritual root, but poor.

His junior brother, Rong Zhuo, was elegant and refined, with a photographic memory, but poor.

His father, who'd left to dodge his debts, was supposedly half a step from ascending to godhood, but poor too.

Their sect was small and dirt poor, but at least they could fight. Everyone except Ming Qiu was a sword cultivator.

As for Ming Qiu, although he'd been a fool for seventeen years, his father had still followed the founding patriarch's teachings. At his sixteenth birthday's zhua zhou ceremony, he'd helped Ming Qiu awaken his life-bound treasure: a street-vending cart.

Ming Qiu: (furious) He was still a fool back then!

Fortunately, nobody in the Three Realms usually set up stalls, and his senior brothers and sisters had no idea what this strange cart was, either.

Looking at the three sword cultivators who couldn't even afford to forge their own life-bound swords and wore clothes patched over and over, Ming Qiu sighed helplessly.

This dirt-poor sect would have to rely on its one and only artifact cultivator to make money.

Vending cart, charge!

Theme: Keep your feet on the ground, and rely on yourself