After transmigrating, Gu Zheng thought that with a System in hand, immortality was his for the taking,
and soaring through the clouds or traveling ten thousand miles in an instant would be child's play.
Who knew he'd start out in a thatched hut,
with his first great master already dead,
the disciples dismissed,
and even the sect's once-proud main hall turned into a bloody battlefield,
robbed every few days.
Life must go on, and cultivation must continue.
To make the sect prosper,
he'd have to recruit disciples with a silver tongue,
and gather equipment wherever he could,
finally picking up plenty of gear from someone to spruce up the sect's appearance.
But he still couldn't escape that someone's cornering him against the wall: "You flirt with me, then try to run?"
Gu Zheng hooked an arm around his neck and gave him a wicked smile. "Want to marry into my sect? It's just a tiny bit powerful."
