Summon the Leader

I was lucky enough to time travel, my master was killed by me, my wife ran away with someone, and I was expelled from my master... I vowed to follow the path of becoming a master! ! The art of planting souls can produce thousands of disciples; The mysterious little cauldron has planted a treasure that defies the heavens! Every flower, every grass, every water, every tree, they all come from my hands! Spiritual springs, fairy trees, mythical beasts... Achieve the status of a sect. You make elixirs and I refine weapons, you plant medicines and I plant treasures; Your flying sword soars into the sky, and my ancient bridge crosses it; Your golden steel is indestructible, and I protect my body from the golden dragon...