[Light-hearted and funny + daily life + recruiting disciples + sect + system + warm and cozy + slow pace + the protagonist is not lame and they can have fun together.]

After traveling to the world of immortal cultivation, Chu Xingchen awakens the system of recruiting disciples and sees the disciple entries clearly!

Build the strongest sect from scratch.

The eldest disciple: Li Yingling [gold entry: immortal cultivation genius] [purple entry: strong luck] [blue entry: beautiful]

The second disciple: Li Xingtian [gold entry: reborn] [purple entry: decisive in killing] [blue entry: loyal and righteous]

The third disciple: ??? [orange entry: seductive demon girl] [??] [??]

So, the world of immortal cultivation inexplicably gained an inconspicuous small sect, but everyone in this sect is a talent.

If you convince others with force, you won't be convinced with your heart, or if you are weak in support; if you convince others with reason, your heart will be happy and you will be sincerely convinced.

But immortals are often unreasonable...

Radiant rays of twilight light up all of Heaven and Earth;

The path to the Dao twists through countless trials in the mortal world.

Ethereal music lingers around the palace beams,

Divine winds gently brush against the robes of law.

Elixirs and panaceas are not my pursuit—

Refining the Dao, claiming supremacy, and slaying demons is!

You ask where the immortals have gone?

To the Jade Palace and Golden Halls, where they stand equal with the heavens!

— — —

Some say the Jade Palace Immortal Lord is a hypocritical fiend.

Some say he simply got lucky, acted ruthlessly, and seized power for a time.

Others call him a savior of the world—claiming even now they’ve yet to repay the grace of the Jade Palace Immortal Lord.

But whether it was the struggling young man Wang Yulou, clawing his way up step by step,

Or the Wang Yulou who would later be hailed as the Immortal Lord of the Jade Palace,

He never paid any mind to the nonsense those people spouted.

The Sea of Bitterness churns—this journey was always meant to be against the current.

If one stops because of outside doubt and resistance…

How could one ever reach the other shore?

[No clichés] [No system] [Not a naive protagonist]

[Power scaling and economy remain intact]

[Completely original combat/cultivation system]

(plot flow, story flow, no system)

Three thousand years ago, the demon came.

The immortal takes action, wins and drives him away, and the demon withdraws from the world. Later, the cataclysmic changes in the world caused the spiritual energy to weaken, the immortals disappeared, but the demons transformed into gods and infiltrated the human world again;

More than 160 years ago, the divine object arrived.

The fertile Chipa Plateau and the invincible Panlong Ancient City were all reduced to loess;

Now, I have arrived!

Follow the clues left by the immortals, reverse the established fate, and uncover the truth about the immortals and demons...

And the origin of everything begins with returning to Panlong Ancient City and experiencing the tragic and tragic history.

PS: This article is a mystery article. It does not open the perspective of God. The whole picture and truth of the world are gradually revealed with the actions of the protagonist. It emphasizes exploration and experience, not routines.

This is a daily cultivation journal of a Loose Cultivator from Black Dragon Mountain, meticulously recording every detail of his cultivation journey. As the saying goes, "A woman fears marrying the wrong man, and a man fears entering the wrong profession." Having started as a bottom-tier Loose Cultivator—and one from Black Dragon Mountain, notorious for its banditry—Liu Xiaolou had no choice but to accept his fate. He struggled tirelessly in a world dominated by prestigious sects, hustling for a single Spirit Stone, a Spirit Pill, a Magic Artifact, or a Spirit Herb. The mundane realities of life—the daily grind of firewood, rice, oil, and salt—mingled with the bittersweet trials of cultivation. The true flavor of this existence could only be savored by those who lived it, yet one thing remained constant: a steadfast devotion to the Dao, driven by the pursuit of eternal life

When the mountain fruits fall in the rain, I ask after searching my heart;

The grass and insects chirp under the lamp, and you know the autumn by stroking the sword.

The little people are forced to stumble forward in the strange mountains and rivers of roses.