A Good-for-Nothing? I Became the Supreme of the Continent by Taking Disciples

Transmigrated into the son of a declining cultivation family, Lin Zixuan finally breaks through to Foundation Establishment and becomes the family patriarch, only to discover that his talent is spent and his path to immortality has ended.

To make matters worse, an old enemy has ingratiated himself with a powerful immortal sect and comes knocking with the might of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect behind him, demanding that Lin Zixuan cripple his own cultivation and kneel to beg forgiveness. The Lin family’s legacy is on the verge of ruin.

At this desperate moment, the jade pendant he has carried for a hundred years suddenly awakens: the [Disciple-Recruitment Rebate System] has been activated!

“Give your disciple a Body Tempering Pill, and the System returns a bottle of Foundation Establishment Spirit Essence.”

“Teach your disciple an entry-level cultivation technique, and it returns an advanced inheritance.”

From then on, he never again sees anyone as mediocre. A useless five-element spiritual root? It is uncut jade! A sword-obsessed child? Clearly, a pure heart for the Dao!

When the Demon Lord leads an allied army to his doorstep, vowing to erase the Lin family’s last trace from the world, the gates of this dilapidated clan, underestimated by the entire cultivation world for centuries, slowly swing open.

The gatekeeper who sweeps the grounds sets down his broom. Sword energy soars into the heavens: he was once the renowned Sword Champion of the age, famous beyond the seas.

The cook wipes her hands, and the fragrance of pills fills heaven and earth. She is, astonishingly, a hidden clan’s gifted alchemy prodigy.

The water-carrying servant, the mute girl who gathers herbs, the child who reads books... One by one, these figures once dismissed as “good-for-nothings” calmly step forward. In an instant, immortal might descends like a prison, enveloping the sky.

The allied army is stunned, and even the Demon Lord trembles. “Who... are you, really?!”

Everyone turns to look at the calm figure in green behind them. Ten thousand Immortal Venerables bow as one, their voices shaking the heavens:

“Master, please give the order!”

Lin Zixuan flicks his sleeve and smiles. “I’m not particularly capable. I just know how to raise a few disciples.”