Sitting at the end of the room, the rge oval table seating ten people in heated debate, I can already hear the sounds of destruction outside. While nine of the ten Elders argue about how to stop the attackers from breaking through the Sect’s defenses, I just sit there with an angry expression—silent, but fuming. That’s me, by the way.

  Why am I just sitting here while my sect is being attacked? Well, that’s not really a long story. It’s the Su Cn. What Su Cn, you ask? The Heavenly River Su Cn from the Cultivation Chat Group universe. Gasp! How do I know about this universe? Duh—I’m a reincarnator! And before everyone asks, I didn’t have a heroic or tragic death or anything like that. I was just a normal guy that a random God decided to whisk away and give a Gift to.

  So, this is my story of how I got to where I am: an Elder of a small sect, trying to hold back from beating the snot out of a bunch of “Younger Generation” attackers. They’re not strong enough to win, but the other Elders here are all hoping the Su Cn will appear in time to restrain their own juniors. Nobody wants to harm them, because Su Cn’s Seven is infamous for wiping out small cns or sects at the drop of a hat.

  Meanwhile, these fossils keep sending our disciples to fight—and lose. Eventually, I can’t take the bickering anymore. I stand up, fed up, while the rest of them are still arguing about the best way to handle things. My sudden movement draws everyone’s attention, including that of the Sect Matriarch—my friend, and pretty much the only reason I’m still around.

  "Where are you going?"One of the other Elders demands of me.

  “I’m going to sort out the problem that all of you seem too scared to solve!” I shout back over my shoulder.

  “If you harm them, we’ll have bigger problems than these juniors,” The Elder says, clearly struggling to hide his disdain for me. “The Su Cn is much more powerful than us! Please, don’t cause us any more trouble than you already have!”

  He disdains me because I’m younger than these antiques, and they’re too narrow-minded to accept my quick rise. Cultivators have very long memories, so they still bme me for a mess that happened back when I was “young and impulsive” in the Mortal World. Not to mention my broken system, which they know nothing about. They assume I received some big inheritance that I’m refusing to hand over to the Sect.

  Bollocks to that.

  Leaving the hall, I hurry outside to where the trouble’s actually happening.

  “What do you think you’re doing here?” I roar at the bunch of Su Cn disciples.

  “We know you have some treasures to heal tribution injuries. Hand them over!” one of them yells back.

  “Not a chance, you little shit,” I reply, pulling out my shield from a storage pouch. Charging forward, I sm my shield sideways and knock the leading disciple’s sword clean out of his grip, then bash him in the chest to leave him gasping on the ground. Without missing a beat, I knock out the other five with quick shield bashes. By the time I’m done, their leader has scrambled to retrieve his weapon.

  “Think you’re so great, attacking juniors. Where’s your face, Senior?” he huffs, still out of breath.

  “My face is fine. You attacked my Sect based on a stupid rumor. I may be in the Fourth Stage, but you’re still older than I am. Now drop your weapon so I can contact the Su Cn—or keep it, and I’ll just drop you anyway and still call them.”

  He makes his choice by rushing at me, sword swinging wildly, no technique left in his frustration. Easy enough. A few moves ter, he joins his friends on the ground.

  After knocking them out, I fish out my phone, open the chat group, and send a public message:

  Schor Striding Aegis: @Su Cns Seven come collect your Juniors. They caused quite a mess here. ??

  Northern River’s Loose Cultivator: What’s going on over there? ??

  Schor Striding Aegis: Something about a rumored treasure that could cure Su Cn’s Sixteen of her tribution injuries. We don’t have it, and if we did, we definitely wouldn’t trade it now. ??

  I shut off the screen, feeling a headache coming on. Su Cn’s Seven will be here soon, and we’ll see how that goes.

  But while I’m waiting, I might as well expin how I ended up as a young Elder in a small sect, smacking around Su Cn disciples in the Cultivation Chat Group world. It’s…well, let’s just say it involves a twisted divine sense of humor, my so-called “broken” system, and a pile of near-death experiences.

  Trust me, you’ll see what I mean.

  It all started when—