A Heretical Cultivator in a Fantasy World, Whose Stunning Disciple Is Actually a Righteous Sword Immortal

My name is Mo Tian, and I'm a demonic cultivator. But I'm also a good person, because I'm an ambitious young man from the twenty-first century.

I originally just wanted to coast through life, but then I awakened a System perfectly suited to me, called the "Earn a Day's Pay for Every Day I Stay Alive" System.

"Keep a low profile and don't take unnecessary risks" and "Better someone else dies than me" are my guiding principles.

My happy, carefree life could have gone on just like that. But when I had to go on a mission, I couldn't resist taking on a disciple, and everything changed.

My eldest disciple respects me like a mountain, but why are there hearts in those feverish eyes?

My second disciple wears a cold expression every day, as if I owe her millions. She looks like she wants to kill me.

My third disciple was an accident. I had no choice but to take her in after my sect partnered with the Acacia Sect, and this girl is always eyeing my body.

What? Demonic cultivators can't do good deeds? Who says so?