Sorry, but a Powerful Sect Master Can Do Whatever He Wants

"The world is so big. How did I die young? No, it must be a dying hallucination after I ate a meal from Pin Hao Fan and failed to find a date on a local dating app."

Gazing at the unfamiliar world and this continent full of cultivators, Zhao Ye posed this question to the heavens. But since he'd ended up here, there was no way he was leaving.

Since this was a feel-good story from the start, shouldn't he offend everyone here first? If that didn't work, he could raise a little sister, or, when in doubt, start with a meal?

Looking at the three disciples he'd bought and the mountain beside him, Zhao Ye pondered... Why not take another trip to the [Talent Market] and buy some more suitable disciples?

After all, the System hadn't told him where to recruit disciples. Why shouldn't the ones he bought count?