A mediocre, low-born beggar, he relied on only his firm and indomitable spirit to desperately cultivate but still could not exceed the masses. Then by fortune’s favor, he awakened a long-extinct ancient martial soul. Since that day, he soared like a comet on the path of cultivation. From his humble beginnings as an outsider in the Ling Clan, his name, Ling Xiao, would ring throughout the world.

Yang Qiu accidentally traveled to the Cangyun Realm and got a sign-in system at the beginning. After signing for ten years, he finally got the task of accepting disciples.

Eldest disciple: The art of playing the zither is unparalleled, and a piece of "Minggong Miaoyun" can kill people without being seen.

Second disciple: Very annoying, relying on beauty to save all living beings.

Third disciple: Sword Saint Body, starting from the list of the most vicious.

Fourth disciple, fifth disciple... . . . . . . .

Countless years later, one emperor after another rose up strongly, and their names were shaken by all walks of life. The ancestors of all sects sighed: Yang Qiu's disciples are really too evil.

The style of this book is concise, the writing is beautiful, the literary atmosphere is compelling, and it is quite profound.