Sect Leader, Please Mind Your Manners

After transmigrating into a cultivation world, Chu Nan, who possesses only a mixed spirit root, is considered trash by everyone else. After the System is activated, his talents across every support discipline are elevated to unparalleled heights. One after another, ancient cultivators with hidden identities appear at his side. Daoist Sect Ancestor: “Why hasn’t this kid properly started refining pills yet? Cultivation? What a load of nonsense! I’ll give you the Daoist Sect’s supreme mental cultivation manual, and the Daoist Sect’s supreme secret realm to increase your cultivation. Now hurry up and properly study alchemy! My lifespan is almost at its end!” Demonic Sect Ancestor: “That old monster from the Immortal Realm is about to descend to the mortal world. Hurry up and study artifact refinement! Without an immortal artifact, I’m no match for that old monster!” Hehuan Sect Ancestor: “Hahaha! This child is truly destined for our Hehuan Sect. He actually created an efficient cultivation technique that requires no rest for twelve hours straight! He is truly a once-in-ten-thousand-years genius of our Hehuan Sect!” Sword Sect Founder: “I have cultivated swordsmanship for three thousand years, yet this child saw through it at a glance. With him, why should my Sword Sect fear being isolated by the other sects?” Chu Nan, who had originally suffered nothing but bad luck, suddenly discovered that his luck seemed to be improving. He went out to carry out a sect mission, only for the mission target to suddenly slam their head into the ground before him. During the sect tournament, every opponent whose cultivation and strength surpassed his was ambushed overnight. He wanted to court the female sect master, only for her to get drunk, walk into the wrong room, and offer herself to him. But when the ancient cultivators saw that Chu Nan only wanted to focus on cultivation, they went mad. “Who told you to cultivate? That’s neglecting your proper duties! Hurry up and refine pills! Refine artifacts, make talismans...” Facing the ancient cultivators’ ravenous gazes, Chu Nan grew frightened. “Sect masters, please... please show some restraint!”