Deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains, where towering peaks pierced the heavens and clouds drifted endlessly between the valleys, a small wooden hut stood alone atop a secluded mountain peak.
Inside, a man lay unconscious on a worn straw bed.
He wore black and dark-blue Daoist robes, making him look like a wandering cultivator in his late twenties.
Suddenly, his eyes snapped open.
"Ugh... My head..."
He rubbed his temples and slowly sat up.
"Where am I?"
His eyes wandered around the room.
The hut was old and dilapidated. Cracks ran across the wooden walls, while the roof above him looked as though a strong gust of wind could tear it apart.
There was almost no furniture.
Then he looked down at himself.
"Holy moly... What the hell am I wearing?"
He tugged at his Daoist robe with a bewildered look.
"I was just a normal guy, and now I look like some wandering Daoist."
"What the hell is going on?"
Before he could think any further, a sharp pain exploded inside his head.
"Argh!"
Countless unfamiliar memories flooded into his mind.
"Haa... Haa..."
Cough! Cough!
Clutching his head, he struggled to breathe as the memories gradually settled.
After a long while, he let out a bitter laugh.
"So..."
"I really transmigrated to another world."
He sat in silence, sorting through the memories one by one.
The body he now occupied belonged to a man named Raeshan.
The same name he had in his previous life.
An orphan with no family, no background, and no master.
Several years ago, the original Raeshan had discovered the ruins of an abandoned sect hidden deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains.
Dreaming of changing his fate, he settled there and vowed to rebuild the sect.
Reality, however, proved far crueler.
Without cultivation resources, cultivation techniques, or talented disciples, the sect never grew beyond a single dilapidated hut.
His cultivation had remained stuck at the Third Stage of Qi Refining for years.
Unable to make any further progress, he spent his days searching the mountains for herbs and spirit fruits, hoping to stumble upon a fortunate opportunity.
In the end...
He died alone inside the crumbling hut after accidentally consuming a poisonous herb.
Raeshan let out a long sigh.
"So... I’ve inherited the life of an unlucky cultivator."
He walked to the doorway and looked outside.
Towering mountains stretched as far as the eye could see.
Clouds drifted between the peaks while the distant roars of spirit beasts echoed through the valleys.
The scenery was breathtaking.
But it was also deadly.
"If those memories are accurate, this mountain range is crawling with spirit beasts."
"With my current cultivation..."
"I probably wouldn’t survive a day if I wandered too far."
He rubbed his forehead.
"So, let me get this straight."
"I died on Earth..."
"And somehow woke up in the body of a poor cultivator living in the middle of nowhere."
"What kind of joke is this?"
Just as the words left his mouth, a cold, mechanical voice echoed inside his mind.
[Ding...]
Raeshan froze.
[Detecting Host...]
[Compatibility Confirmed.]
[Binding Disciple Master System...]
[1%...]
[25%...]
[50%...]
[75%...]
[100%]
[Binding Complete.]
Raeshan blinked.
"...A system?"
A slow smile spread across his face.
"So every transmigrator really does get one."
Before he could celebrate, another series of notifications appeared.
[Disciple Master System Activated.]
[Primary Objective: Build the strongest sect in the cultivation world.]
[The host’s cultivation will grow alongside the development of the sect and its disciples.]
[Reward Calculation: The greater a disciple’s achievements, the greater the rewards granted to the host.]
Raeshan’s eyes lit up.
"So I don’t have to cultivate everything myself?"
Another notification appeared.
[Correct.]
[The host’s primary duty is to recruit, nurture, and protect disciples.]
[Every breakthrough, technique mastered, and achievement attained by a disciple will generate rewards for the host.]
[The stronger your disciples become, the stronger you become.]
Raeshan stroked his chin.
"That’s... actually overpowered."
Most cultivation novels he had read involved the protagonist risking life and limb for every opportunity.
His system was different.
Instead of becoming stronger through dangerous adventures, all he had to do was recruit and train talented disciples.
A grin spread across his face.
"I like this system."
Just then, another notification appeared.
[Issuing Beginner Mission.]
[Beginner Mission: Recruit your first disciple.]
[Time Limit: 24 Hours.]
[Reward: Beginner Gift Pack ×1, Sect Construction Pack ×1.]
[Failure Penalty: System Shutdown.]
The smile on Raeshan’s face vanished.
"...Hold on."
"Did that just say... System Shutdown?"
[Correct.]
"If the system shuts down, what happens to me?"
[The host will permanently lose access to all system functions.]
Raeshan let out a helpless sigh.
"So I don’t really have a choice."
He glanced back at the run-down hut.
A headache began creeping in.
"Where am I supposed to find a disciple in this godforsaken land?"
As if answering his question, another notification appeared.
[Scanning the surrounding region for suitable disciples...]
A translucent map unfolded before his eyes.
Several lights flickered across the map before disappearing one after another.
A few seconds later, only a single crimson light remained.
[Target Located.]
[Distance: 27 Kilometers.]
[Estimated Survival Time: Less than One Hour.]
Raeshan frowned.
"...Less than one hour?"
Another window appeared.
[Recommendation: Rescue the target immediately.]
Without another word, Raeshan dashed out of the hut.
"If my first disciple dies before I get there, I’m going to be seriously annoyed."
He leaped from the mountain peak and sprinted through the dense forest at full speed, following the crimson marker displayed by the system.
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Author: This is a reverse world where women dominate the majority of society.
If you enjoy this kind of novel, I hope you’ll continue reading the series. I promise you won’t regret it, you’ll love the journey!