I Rely on Dark Cooking to Rectify the World of Cultivation

I, the master of the world of cultivation, am bound to the funny system. The mission is to create a disciple of my Ice Mountain Sword Cultivator using modern bad jokes. Chicken soup to wash your hair? Bad joke attack? R&D lethal dose dipped in water? I work hard and only for KPI. Later, his mind stabilized and his sword intention came true, but the way he looked at me became more and more strange. System alarm blaring: Warning! The target favorability level is about to overflow! He blocked me in the quiet room with red eyes: "Master, today's task is to make my Taoist heart collapse, or... To make you unable to get off the bed?"