Jiang Cheng transmigrated to a cultivation world and bound himself to a System that made him stronger whenever he took on disciples. He could receive cultivation techniques as rewards and share his disciples’ strength.
The System also imposed certain requirements on his disciples’ aptitude. Each one had either heaven-defying talent or was the reincarnation of a powerful cultivator who had reached the Golden Core or survived the tribulation.
Jiang Cheng was thrilled. Didn’t that mean he could get stronger just by lying around?
“But something’s not right!”
“My disciples are all either incredibly talented or reincarnated powerhouses. Why are they cultivating so slowly?”
“If there’s a problem with the techniques, then why is the dog chained up at the sect about to ascend, while you lot are still stuck at Foundation Establishment?”
What he didn’t know was that his disciples saw things differently...
One disciple casually tossed aside the technique Jiang Cheng had given him. “Heaven-Slaying Draw is trash. I’m a Golden Core expert reborn, and I have a Divine Transformation technique. Why would I practice this garbage?”
Another disciple said, “Why would I practice your ridiculous ‘One Sword Opens Heaven’s Gate’ when I have a tribulation-surmounting technique? Are you messing with me?”
A third disciple thought, “I’m an immortal reincarnated, with an immortal’s cultivation technique in hand. What kind of garbage is your Eight-Nine Mystical Art?”
“An ordinary immortal is nothing! I’m a Golden Immortal with countless immortal techniques. What are these Palm-World of Buddha, Universe in the Sleeve, and Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation you keep giving me?”
