All My Disciples Are Insane!

A world of magic this place was wild. Tens of thousands of races, demons roaming around, and the occasional alien invasion. Heavenly artifacts and mortal treasures were scattered everywhere, just waiting to be found.

Here, anyone could grow stronger through cultivation,strong enough to move mountains, fill seas, and even become omnipotent. Pretty cool, right?

Now, in the Northern Spirit Realm,the most desolate part of the continent,two figures stood in the Great Hall of a sect. One was an old man, and the other was a young guy who looked way too happy for someone standing in a place called the "Realm of Extreme Desolation."

"He Yiming, are you sure this is where you want to set up your sect? This place was wiped out a hundred years ago! It's called the 'Realm of Extreme Desolation' for a reason. It's harsh, barren, and no one's lived here in over a century," the old man said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, I'm sure," He Yiming replied, nodding like he hadn't just chosen the most cursed spot on the map.

"Alright, kid. It's your call. From now on, this is your sect. Take the first-rank sect seal, drip some blood essence on it, and imprint it into the formation in the Great Hall. Once that's done, you're officially registered," the old man, Wang Ping, explained.

First rank was the lowest tier for sects, followed by second rank, all the way up to sixth rank. Above that were the legendary Sacred Lands,basically the VIP section of the cultivation world.

The Northern Spirit Realm had only one Sacred Land, and it was the most powerful faction in the region.

With the first-rank sect seal, He Yiming could claim a piece of land, set up his sect, and get the official stamp of approval from the Northern Spirit Realm. But if he tried to set up shop without approval? Well, unless he had god-tier strength, every other sect in the area would gang up on him and turn his little project into dust.

He Yiming nodded, pulled out the golden first-rank sect seal, and dripped a bit of his blood essence onto it. He then imprinted it into the formation in the Great Hall.

The room lit up, and just like that, the registration was complete.

He Yiming was now the official Sect Master of this place… for better or worse.

"Yan Huang Sect!"

He Yiming imprinted the name he'd been dreaming of onto the formation. Outside, the words "Yan Huang Sect" slowly appeared on the stone tablet like a neon sign announcing the world's sketchiest motel.

"Congratulations, Sect Master He Yiming of the Yan Huang Sect! In one month, I'll be back to take you to the first round of the academy's examination," Wang Ping said, giving him a look that screamed, "Good luck, kid."

The old man was a notary from Haotian Academy, the place where He Yiming had spent the last four years learning how to not get himself killed in the cultivation world.

Haotian Academy was like the Harvard of cultivation—except instead of business degrees, they taught you how to run a sect, fight demons, and not die horribly. He Yiming was one of the top graduates, which meant he got a shiny first-rank sect seal and the chance to prove he wasn't a total failure.

But here's the thing: He Yiming wasn't exactly a household name. In fact, no one in the Northern Spirit Realm had ever heard of him. He was basically a nobody with a dream and a seal.

The top ten graduates from Haotian Academy all got first-rank sect seals and the chance to set up their own sects. But they had to pass a year-long examination to keep their status. Fail, and they'd lose their seal and their chance to be a big shot.

As He Yiming watched Wang Ping leave, a grin spread across his face.

After four long years, a familiar sound finally rang in his head.

Ding!

[Host has met the activation conditions by becoming a Sect Master!]

[The Strongest Sect System is now activated!]

"Finally…" He Yiming almost cried. He'd been waiting for this moment since he first arrived in this insane world.

You see, He Yiming wasn't from around here. He was a transmigrator,a guy from another world who got dumped into this cultivation madness four years ago.

On his first day here, he'd awakened the system, but there was a catch: he had to become a sect master to activate it. And in this world, becoming a sect master wasn't exactly easy. You either needed insane strength or a powerful background.

He Yiming had neither.

So, he'd chosen the third option: enrolling in Haotian Academy, the most prestigious school in the Northern Spirit Realm. After four years of hard work, he'd finally graduated, gotten his first-rank sect seal, and now… the system was finally online.

"Let's see what this 'Strongest Sect System' can do," He Yiming muttered, closing his eyes.

In his mind, the system's notifications started popping off.

[Binding to the host…]

[System binding the sect…]

Ding!

[Activation successful!]

Ding!

[Successfully bound the Yan Huang Sect!]

[Activating sign-in system!]

[Activating mission system!]

[Releasing a sect mission!]

[Mission: Recruit fifty disciples within 3 days]

[The faster you complete the mission, the better the rewards.]

He Yiming listened carefully, then started thinking. The "Strongest Sect System" would grow stronger as he developed his sect, unlocking more functions and giving him more power.

But for now, his priority was to sign in and collect his day-one reward.

This was why He Yiming had chosen this godforsaken place to set up his sect. No one lived within a thousand miles, which meant he could keep a low profile, sign in every day, and collect his rewards without anyone bothering him.

Smart, right?

In the cultivation world, the most dangerous thing wasn't the demons or the harsh environment—it was other people. He Yiming knew this all too well.

Ding!

[Sign-in successful!]

[Sign-in reward: Disciple Recruitment System!]

Ding!

[Failed to detect anyone within a thousand-mile radius.]

Ding!

[Disciple Recruitment System has been upgraded into Multi-dimensional Disciple Recruitment System!]

[With this system, the host can summon living souls from his home world. Their souls can cross realms, and the host can recreate their bodies, establish a contract with them, and accept them as disciples.]

He Yiming's eyes widened.

Upgraded?

The system had upgraded? And now he could summon people from his home world?

After reading it through a few times, He Yiming understood it. The "Multi-dimensional Disciple Recruitment System" was basically a login device!

The system would send VR helmets to his friends on Earth, allowing them to log in and travel to this world with their souls. The system would then recreate their bodies, and they'd become disciples of his sect.

For these companions, He Yiming's cultivation world would be like an online game!

These companions would be the "fourth calamity"… players!

Even if they died here, they wouldn't truly die. Their souls would just return to the system, avoiding heaven or the underworld.

"Fourth calamity… this is perfect!" He Yiming grinned.

It was only the first day of his system activation, and he'd already been given such an awesome function.

Not only could the players have fun and explore freely, but He Yiming could also summon them and bind them to an unequal contract!

From now on, he could control their lives and deaths with a single thought. He didn't need to worry about betrayal—they were the perfect tools… ahem, the perfect disciples.

"System, begin the summoning!"