Cultivation: My Sect Is Just a Little Too Powerful

After transmigrating, Gu Zheng thought that having a System in hand would let him live forever.

Cloud-surfing and traveling thousands of miles in an instant would be a piece of cake.

Who knew that from the start, all he had was a thatched hut?

The first great master he met turned out to be dead.

The disciples had been sent packing.

Even the sect's proud main hall had become a slaughterhouse.

He was robbed every few days.

Life had to go on, and cultivation couldn't stop.

To make the sect flourish,

he had to bluff his way into getting disciples,

and scavenge for all his equipment.

At last, he scavenged plenty of gear from someone to spruce up the place.

But he still couldn't escape that person's cornering him against the wall. "You flirt with me and then try to run?"

Gu Zheng hooked an arm around his neck and gave him a wicked smile. "My sect is just a tiny bit powerful."