Master, Please Don't Worry If You Leave It to Me

Qin Feng traveled to this world of cultivating immortals and obtained a golden finger that could only add points. The points obtained every day were related to the luck of the Xingyue Sect where he was located. He was a useless handyman with no spiritual roots and could not practice at all. If the Xingyue Sect is destroyed, my golden finger of traveling through welfare will come to an end. Qin Feng spent three years in Xingyue Sect in such a muddle-headed manner. Until one day, due to special reasons, he was spotted by Ye Ziqing, the head of Xingyue Sect, and became his direct disciple. From then on, the fortune of Xingyue Sect increased rapidly, and Qin Feng's cultivation level also improved by leaps and bounds. "Master, please don't worry if you leave it to me." Whenever Qin Feng's words were heard, everyone in the Xingyue Sect would break out in cold sweat. Either someone will suffer and be purged, or everyone will be in cow-horse mode.