C1 He Had Just Arrived.

The Spirit Sword Sect's elders were arrayed in two rows, engaged in animated discussion. The Great Elder, the sect's leader, remained silent, yet his solemn expression signaled that significant events were on the horizon. It was the calm before the storm.

Roughly fifteen minutes later, the man at the center of the unfolding drama, the imposter Sect Master of the Spirit Sword Sect and prince of the East Continent, Su Yinjian, made his belated entrance. Indeed, the Su Yinjian of now bore no resemblance to his former self. One moment he was burning the midnight oil at his company, the next, everything went black, and he found himself transmigrated as the Sect Master of the Spirit Sword Sect on the East Continent.

This twist of fate was akin to a wild card in play, placing him in a role equivalent to that of an emperor. But in this Immortal World, where power was paramount, Su Yinjian had lost all knowledge of cultivation. He was the Sect Master in name, but clueless about wielding his powers or how to cultivate them.

Upon recognizing this dilemma, he immediately gathered all the sect's cultivation texts. Three days of intense study later, he realized he couldn't comprehend a single word. That's when his fortunes turned: the cheat system activated, his golden ticket to power, albeit an unconventional one named the System of the Inept Sect Master.

He quickly grasped the system's purpose: perform actions detrimental to the sect's progress, weakening its strength, and earn points for incompetence. These points could be exchanged for an array of items in the system's store, from minor items like pills and cultivation levels to grander ones like immortal techniques, atomic bombs, and even quantum engines and nuclear-powered aircraft carriers. The points were tallied monthly, and only then could they be spent.

With newfound understanding, Su Yinjian wasted no time. The sect's ranking competition was just ten days away. In a bold move, he granted everyone leave, ejecting those in seclusion and practice from the mountain to 'relax' in the secular world. This action alone netted him 300 incompetence points.

Accumulating 1000 points would allow him to exchange for the original owner's cultivation memories and insights. Shortly after setting his plan in motion, the elders summoned him to the Abyss Hall for a meeting, undoubtedly to address the controversial holiday decree.

After a moment of contemplation, Su Yinjian made his way to the Abyss Hall. Upon his arrival, the once-bustling hall fell silent. Facing the assembled elders, he seized control of the conversation, asking, "What matters require our attention?"

The Great Elder, seated prominently, wasted no time. "Sect Master, why have you sent our disciples away and closed the training facilities?"

Su Yinjian met the Great Elder's gaze, his eyebrows arching in challenge. "Do you see an issue with my decision, Great Elder?"

"With the Clan Ranking Competition imminent, we cannot afford to let them become complacent."

"Great Elder, our disciples have been pushing themselves in cultivation for months on end. They are utterly spent. It's time for them to rest, to ease their minds, and recalibrate their focus."

"Sect Master, it would be unwise to proceed in such a manner. There's an old saying: 'Strike while the iron is hot, for on the second attempt it may falter, and by the third, it may fail.' Our disciples have been tirelessly cultivating for over half a year, and the Clan Ranking Competition is just around the corner. We cannot afford to lose momentum now. If we do, it could spell disaster."

"Elder Hsu is absolutely correct. After more than half a year of preparation and with less than ten days remaining, all that's left is to persevere to the end."

"Cultivation requires a measured and progressive approach. Relentless toil without respite is not sustainable. Please, no more discussion. My decision is final and will not be altered."

Su Yinjian surveyed the dissenters below and mentally added them to his blacklist.

The crowd, catching the icy chill in Su Yinjian's demeanor, quickly turned their attention to the Great Elder, who sat at the forefront. The Great Elder remained silent; although he had initiated the debate, he was beginning to see the wisdom in the Sect Master's words.

Indeed, cultivation must be approached with patience and balance.

Yet, Luo Zhu'er scratched his head, sensing that something was amiss, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

With the absence of further objections, Su Yinjian breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "In the library, I discovered techniques within the Dao Scriptures that can help cultivators solidify their core and fortify their foundation. These methods can even awaken a spark of enlightenment, aiding in the comprehension of the immortal path. I intend to share these teachings today, to bolster our sect's performance in the upcoming competition. What are your thoughts?"

"Is the Sect Master's claim genuine?"

"Yes, Sect Master, is this for real?"

"Would our own sect deceive us?"

"It seems too good to be true..."

"If you doubt it, then don't bother learning."

"Why shouldn't I learn? Spout any more nonsense, and I'll shut you up for good!"

"Go ahead, try me. Let's see who silences whom!"

"Enough bickering. The Sect Master's offer is clearly beneficial. Why question passing down such a valuable opportunity?"

"Exactly. It must be shared."

"I agree."

"And so do I!"

"Me as well!"

"Very well. Since you all agree, I will impart these techniques to you first, and then you can teach them to the rest of the sect."

"Thank you, Sect Master."

"Thank you, Sect..."

"Thank you..."

With that, Su Yinjian moved on to the second phase of his plan. "Alright, the first technique is known as Mahjong. It's a collaborative cultivation practice, typically involving four participants who proceed in a specific sequence..."

After his explanation, the crowd seemed perplexed, but Su Yinjian was patient. He had an idea and said, "I'll give a brief overview now, and then I'll guide you through it personally later on."

"There's another technique called Fighting Immortals. It involves three people, with one impersonating an immortal while the other two challenge the immortal..."

He was cut off mid-sentence: "Sect Master, please speak with caution. Immortals should not be disparaged so lightly."

Su Yinjian paused, taken aback, then quickly understood. In this world, cultivators held immortals in the highest regard.

Realizing this, he decided it was time to shift their perspective, to set them apart from other sects.

Laughing heartily, he proclaimed, "Immortals are human too. If you fear them so, how can you aspire to become one?"

"The journey to immortality is fraught with hardship. Without a heart of reverence, how can one ascend to the pinnacle?"

Upon hearing these words, the crowd blanched. "Sect Master, please exercise caution. Immortals must not be disparaged lightly, lest we invite divine punishment."

Su Yinjian couldn't help but feel a surge of glee. Divine punishment? If that struck down a few, wouldn't he be that much closer to his goal?

But then it hit him—he was the one who had spoken those words. If retribution came, would it not seek him out?

With that thought, he resolved to stay calm. First and foremost, he needed to ensure his own safety before speaking further.

So, he put the game on hold and moved on to the third step: striking at the elite combatants!

"Enough of that. Let's not dwell on this topic. I've gleaned some maxims from the Daozang Hall, and today I'll share them with you. They might just elevate your understanding."

"Sect Master, there's a saying that the law should not be imparted to the unwitting. Could there be consequences for sharing?"

Su Yinjian responded with conviction, "For the good of the sect, what does it matter if there are consequences?"

"Sect Master, perhaps it's best not to continue."

"No, this Grand Competition is too crucial. If my words can aid you in breaking through, giving you an edge in the Elder Battle, then what of it if I face the wrath of the heavens?

As Sect Master, it is only right that I make sacrifices. If you won't, and I won't, when will our Spirit Sword Sect ever grow strong?

My mind is set. No more dissuasion, please."

Seeing some of the elders below with tears welling up, Su Yinjian was nearly moved by his own words.

"Pay close attention, I'm about to begin.

The Dao that can be spoken is not the eternal Dao. From the Dao comes the One, from the One comes the Three, from the Three comes the Tai Chi. The Tai Chi generates the Eight Trigrams, the Eight Trigrams transform into the Four Symbols, the Four Symbols separate into Yin and Yang. Yin and Yang give rise to the Five Elements, the Five Elements bring forth all things. All things merge into chaos, in an endless cycle, like water, like fire, like smoke, like tea, like a cake, sticky as hemp..."

As he recited his patchwork of teachings, Su Yinjian watched the crowd below, anticipating a moment of madness.

And soon enough, he wasn't disappointed. The Great Elder Luo Jun coughed up a mouthful of blood that shot three to four meters, blasting a gaping hole into one of the hall's pillars.