Chapter 1

The mountains stood like swords, piercing the clouds.

Misty vapors swirled, and cranes flew in formation, all part of the grand scenery of the immortal realm.

Yet, there was one mountain that was bare, covered only with withered grass and thorns.

At the summit stood a thatched hut. A solitary pine tree grew slanted from the strange rocks at the cliff's edge, and behind the hut, broken swords were stuck into the barren ground.

It seemed more like a bandit's hideout than an immortal's abode.

On the eastern side of the cliff, an old pine tree had roots that twisted and intertwined.

A woman in a green robe sat cross-legged on the roots, sipping from a bamboo flask. She looked at the young man standing respectfully below the pine and asked:

"Master has practiced for a thousand years and has been the Sword Elder of this sect for over five hundred years. I have never taken a disciple before. Do you know why I suddenly chose you as my personal disciple?"

The young man's name was Xiaoran.

He came from the 21st century on Earth and, three years ago, had the good fortune to be swept up in the wave of transmigration, arriving in this world of cultivation.

It was a wasted opportunity, as he had mediocre talent and nothing to offer except his good looks.

But since he had transmigrated to a world of cultivation, it would be a shame not to practice.

Over the past three years, he had participated in the entrance exams of dozens of sects, failing at the first round each time.

Today, however, he had a stroke of luck!

During the entrance exam of the prestigious Zongzhi Mountain, he was exceptionally admitted as a personal disciple by the Sword Elder Lingzhouyue, causing a stir throughout the sect.

A prestigious sect!

A personal disciple!

Happiness came too suddenly.

Even now, as he soaked in the rich spiritual energy of Zongzhi Mountain, donned the light green disciple's robe, held the personal disciple's badge, and received ten spirit stones as his disciple's salary, he still looked bewildered.

This female elder must be a fool!

Feeling guilty and overly elated, Xiaoran kept his head down, not daring to look at the elder, and even missed her question...

After finishing a flask of wine, Lingzhouyue realized that her new disciple had not answered her, which annoyed her.

"Did you hear me?"

Xiaoran was slightly startled and quickly responded:

"Master, please ask."

Lingzhouyue's eyes twitched, and she suppressed her emotions, asking again in a more severe tone:

"Do you know why I chose you as my personal disciple?"

Xiaoran had no idea.

"I do not know, Master."

Seeing Xiaoran keep his head down, Lingzhouyue shouted sternly:

"Are you saying I am too ugly? Look up!"

Xiaoran calmed himself and finally looked up at his master.

She was a young woman in a green robe, holding a bamboo flask, dressed loosely and drinking continuously.

Her face was plain, but the flush from the wine could not hide her sharp eyebrows and star-like eyes, her ethereal beauty.

Her attire was casual, with long, coarse hair tied into a short braid at the back, and a loose green robe that barely covered her slender figure.

When the wind blew, the sleeves fluttered, and the light shimmered.

The exposed areas revealed smooth, plump skin, undulating like waves.

Xiaoran felt that the overly loose green robe was meant to conceal her voluptuous figure.

This was the first person he had encountered since transmigrating to the cultivation world who was more handsome than him.

Her plain face, ethereal beauty, loose robe, and graceful demeanor exuded a strong aura of a transcendent being.

And she was a woman!

Xiaoran fell into deep thought.

Why would such a woman choose a cultivation failure as her personal disciple?

His face was certainly not a problem; his figure, though voluptuous, was not an issue; as an elder of a prestigious sect, her strength was beyond doubt...

So, it must be her mind that was the problem!

Xiaoran concluded and respectfully said:

"Forgive my dullness, but I truly do not know why Master chose me as a disciple. Please enlighten me, Master."

Lingzhouyue nodded in satisfaction, then pulled out another flask of wine and drank greedily.

Glancing at her handsome and honest disciple, she felt a rare sense of intellectual superiority.

Ha, would I tell you that the Dao Alliance has just passed a law for the End Law Era, and if I don't take a disciple and teach, I'll be expelled from the sect?

As for why I chose you? Because finding a fool proves I have no talent for teaching, and those bastards won't force me anymore.

There are countless mediocre talents in the world, but I chose you because I can see that you have the rare talent of being equally mediocre in all five elements, making it impossible for you to cultivate.

And you are handsome, so seeing you every day won't be unpleasant. If you can assist me in my daily life, it would be even better.

Thinking this, Lingzhouyue drank a few more gulps of wine, almost spilling the truth.

"Why? Because you are the extremely rare talent of being equally mediocre in all five elements, and I happen to have some nearly lost original techniques that only you can cultivate."

I don't believe you for a second!

Xiaoran bowed respectfully and said:

"Thank you, Master, for your favor."

Although Xiaoran had poor talent, he had studied a lot of theoretical knowledge over the past three years to prepare for the entrance exams of various sects.

Being equally mediocre in all five elements means that one's spiritual roots are average in all aspects, with no outstanding advantages, making it impossible to gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. This is a typical case of a talentless individual.

It would be difficult to cultivate even in a lifetime, let alone learn any advanced techniques.

Fortunately, regardless of what his master's intentions were, he had successfully entered the immortal world and was about to take his first step in cultivation.

No matter how difficult the future might be, his master was his guide, and he needed to play his part.

Opportunities always come to those who are prepared. Cultivate well, and maybe one day the system will favor him.

Being chosen as a personal disciple of a prestigious sect with such poor talent, it wouldn't be surprising if the system favored him.

【The Strongest Filial Piety System is loading...】

Xiaoran was suddenly startled.

"What system?"

【The Strongest Filial Piety System has loaded successfully, permanently bound to the host Xiaoran. As long as the host shows filial piety to the master, they will become stronger.】

"Is this possible?"

【Please choose your master.】

Xiaoran had no other choice.

"Master, Lingzhouyue."

【Target master Lingzhouyue has been bound, and this cannot be changed.】

I was too careless!

Xiaoran eagerly checked the system interface.

【Host】: Xiaoran.

【Cultivation】: Mortal.

【Master】: Lingzhouyue.

【Filial Piety Points】: 0.

【Skills】: None.

【Storage】: None.

【Shop】: Can be opened by focusing.

There were even quantified filial piety points...

Isn't this a bit twisted?

I, Xiaoran, am naturally filial!

Xiaoran did not immediately try to earn filial piety points but focused on opening the system shop to see what treasures were available.

After flipping through several pages, he found that the shop sold only virtual items related to cultivation, techniques, and skills, with no physical items.

The most expensive item was a cultivation package, which could enhance the host's cultivation—such as reaching the first level of Qi Cultivation, which required 100 filial piety points.

Next were cultivation techniques and healing packs—suitable for Qi Cultivation and could fully restore health in battle, usually requiring only a few dozen filial piety points.

The cheapest were life skills, typically costing just a few filial piety points—such as full-level music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and cooking skills.

There were even full-level nest-building, farming, and plumbing skills, as well as postpartum care for spirit beasts.

Anything you could think of was available!

These skills were mainly used to show filial piety to the master and earn filial piety points.

Xiaoran, with nothing to his name, had to start from scratch and rely on his traditional skills.

He was not afraid to be forward and, seeing his master's lazy and sleepy posture, stepped forward and said earnestly:

"Master, you must be very tired after choosing a disciple for a whole day. Let me give you a shoulder massage."

Lingzhouyue was taken aback, staring at Xiaoran and seeing the sincerity in his eyes.

In the End Law Era, there are still such considerate disciples?

Well, as long as he doesn't cultivate, anything is fine!

"You are very filial."

With that, Lingzhouyue closed her eyes and straightened her posture, allowing Xiaoran to massage her back and shoulders.

Hmm... Although his technique was a bit clumsy, he was young and strong, and his massage was refreshing and invigorating.

With the gentle mountain breeze and the fragrant wine, she soon fell asleep.

Xiaoran continued to earn filial piety points.

【Congratulations, host, you have earned 1 filial piety point!】

【Congratulations, host, you have earned 1 filial piety point!】

【Congratulations, host, you have earned 1 filial piety point!】

【...】

He kept massaging until his filial piety points maxed out, but he didn't stop, increasing the pressure and moving to new areas to see if he could earn more points.

But after massaging until his hands ached and his shoulders were sore, no more filial piety points came in.

"Stupid, you're hurting me!"

Lingzhouyue mumbled in her daze.

Xiaoran took the opportunity to stop.

Five filial piety points were the limit. Massaging more would be pointless.

He decided to try again tomorrow to see if he could earn more points.

Glancing at his master's graceful and voluptuous figure, he thought:

—What a rich experience pack!

Suddenly, a lazy but authoritative voice came from ahead:

"Don't stop."