The morning sun barely pierced the broken clouds above Xuanling Sect.
What once was a forgotten ruin now carried faint spiritual pressure—weak, but unmistakably alive.
Xuán Wèi stood at the sect gate, hands behind his back, gazing at the mountain path below.
"Three disciples… two Immortal Teachers… four seats remaining."
He exhaled slowly.
This was no longer a joke.
This was the foundation of a future that could shake heaven.
System Reminder
[Sect Master System]
Current disciples: 3 / 7
Remaining disciple slots: 4
Warning: High-quality talents detected in surrounding regions.
Recommendation: Choose carefully. Once slots are filled, replacements will require sect-level authority or system upgrades.
Xuán Wèi's eyes narrowed.
"So even the system is telling me not to be greedy."
He smiled faintly.
"Good. Greed without control is how sects fall."
Reincarnation – The Truth He Never Spoke
No one in this world knew.
But Xuán Wèi remembered everything.
In his previous life, he was a modern man—ordinary, overworked, discarded by society without mercy. He had died nameless, pointless.
And now?
He was reborn into an ancient cultivation world, into the body of a Renowned Clan's disgrace.
A genius in soul.
A trash talent in body.
The Past of the Body He Inherited
The original owner of this body had a name.
Xuán Wèi.
Born into the Xuán Clan, a prestigious cultivation family.
Tested at age twelve.
Cultivation aptitude: Lowest-grade Mortal Root.
Result?
Stripped of resources
Mocked by cousins
Abandoned by elders
Expelled without ceremony
Thrown out like dirt.
That Xuán Wèi had died in despair.
This Xuán Wèi had awakened.
Beginner Gift – The Only Reason He Stands Here
Xuán Wèi opened his palm.
The system interface flickered.
[Beginner Gift – Sect Master Exclusive]
• Heaven-Stabilizing Soul
• Sect Master Authority Mark
• One God-Tier Cultivation Manual (Unassigned)
• 10 Beginner Spirit Pills
Without this gift…
He wouldn't have survived a single night in the wild.
He wouldn't have dared claim a sect.
He wouldn't have convinced a single disciple.
Xuán Wèi understood this clearly.
"Power without preparation is suicide."
Why He Can Convince Disciples
Xuán Wèi turned as Ling Wei approached.
The boy's aura was calm, deep, steady—far beyond his cultivation realm.
"Master," Ling Wei bowed.
Xuán Wèi nodded.
Ling Wei was special.
System-only knowledge:
Ling Wei
• Universal Dao Body
• Bloodline: One-in-Infinite
• Dao: Heaven and Earth (All Dao foundations)
• Fate: Cannot surpass Sect Master
That was why Xuán Wèi taught him personally.
No Immortal Teacher.
No lottery.
Only the sect master himself.
The Lie That Became Truth
Xuán Wèi walked to the edge of the courtyard.
He raised his voice—not loud, but firm.
"This sect was once built by Immortals."
The disciples froze.
Even the Immortal Teachers listened.
"Its glory collapsed. Its name faded. Its records erased."
Xuán Wèi's eyes were calm.
"But history does not vanish. It sleeps."
Was it a lie?
At first—yes.
But with Immortal Teachers standing behind him…
With cosmic beings bound by sect authority…
With disciples whose fates defied heaven…
It was becoming true.
System Alert – Fourth Disciple Candidate
[Sect Master System]
New candidate detected.
Talent Rank: Golden+
Hidden traits:
• Abandoned royal bloodline
• Extreme Yin constitution
• Fate: Rebirth survivor
Note: Recruitment strongly recommended. Failure may result in future enemy.
Xuán Wèi's expression sharpened.
"Royal blood… abandoned… Yin constitution…"
He chuckled softly.
"If I don't take her, someone else will."
And if that someone became an enemy?
That would be troublesome.
Restriction Makes Power Meaningful
He clenched his fist.
"Only four seats left."
That single fact changed everything.
He couldn't save everyone.
He couldn't recruit everyone.
Every disciple from now on would shape the sect's destiny.
Xuán Wèi turned toward the mountain path.
"Prepare the gate."
"If she passes… she joins."
"If she doesn't…"
His voice was calm.
"That's fate."
System Approval
[System Evaluation]
Sect Master behavior: Rational
Authority usage: Optimal
Future conflict probability: High
Reward locked pending recruitment decision.
Xuán Wèi smiled.
"Good."
He liked high-risk futures.
They were more fun to rewrite.