Master, Turn Around!

When Lu Xu transmigrated, the ancient Qingcheng Sect was already on its last legs. The sect had been reduced to a single mountain, with only a master and his disciple left. Trapped on their mountain and short on people, they were inevitably looked down upon. "The Qingcheng Sect had an outstanding sword immortal three generations ago. His Sevenfold Radiance Sword was a dazzling marvel." Lu Xu: "Grandmaster, they're talking about you." Brilliant Sword Cultivator Jing Tianxing: "Did you need something?" "At its height, the Qingcheng Sect had mighty cultivators holding down the fort. Now it has only a few Golden Core cultivators left. What a joke!" Lu Xu: "Could an Ancestor at the Nascent Soul stage please step forward?" Mighty Nascent Soul cultivator Ling Qingke: "Who dares bully my sect's descendants?!" "The Qingcheng Sect had an Earth Immortal during the Investiture of the Gods. How did it decline to this?" Lu Xu: "Let me count back through the ancestral tablets... Oh? Ancestor Chisongzi, do you have a moment?" Chisongzi, who died during the Investiture of the Gods and attained the rank of Earth Immortal: "You young ones, do you know the might of an Earth Immortal?" Lu Xu said, "Our Qingcheng Sect wins by calling on our masters." Lu Xu said, "Don't worry about whether my master, grandmaster, or great-grandmaster is dead. Just tell me, can I call on them?" Lu Xu said, "I'm especially good at calling on masters, because my master has a master, and my master's master has a master too. The chain goes on, generation after generation, without end."