The Most Generous Master Ever Chapter 1 - A General Without An Army

In the eastern reaches of the Great Desolate, the Heaven Mending Sect stands eternal.

Perched within a weathered, rustic dwelling on Violet Cloud Peak, Ye Qiu sat motionless upon his bed, lost in a daze.

“This is it, I’m finished.”

“It seems... I have transmigrated.”

He pushed open the nearby window to observe the sky. A deep, violet radiance saturated the horizon, while figures drifted gracefully across the distance from time to time. The scenery was breathtaking, reminiscent of a thriving paradise for immortals.

Several hours passed before Ye Qiu finally grasped the reality of his situation. He had indeed traveled to another realm, landing right in the heart of the Great Desolate World.

His current status was that of the leader of the Seven Great Peak Masters of the Heaven Mending Sect, presiding as the eighteenth master of Violet Cloud Peak.

“The title sounds prestigious enough, but unfortunately, I am a commander with no troops,” Ye Qiu muttered with a weary shake of his head.

His predecessor, Perfected Xuantian, had spent a lifetime obsessively chasing the Immortal Dao. Despite dedicating every breath to his cultivation, immortality remained elusive. On his deathbed, fearful that the legacy of Zixia Peak would vanish, he took Ye Qiu as his final disciple.

Deep down, Ye Qiu understood that his talent was entirely unremarkable. His master had only accepted him as a matter of absolute necessity. Following the initiation, his master had passed away shortly after, leaving behind only the title and the Zixia Peak inheritance.

Ye Qiu had ascended to his position with ease, yet in a world where strength defines one’s worth, his status meant little. As long as his master breathed, others showed respect, but once he was gone, the admiration vanished completely.

“My lack of strength is a fatal flaw! There must be a way to rectify this disparity...”

As he processed this thought, a sudden tremor seized his heart.

[Ding!]

[The ten-thousand-fold Return system is now binding.]

“A System?” Ye Qiu’s gaze sharpened. He composed himself and focused on the interface.

[Ten-thousand-fold Return System: By gifting spirit pills, cultivation manuals, or bestowing your own cultivation base upon a disciple, you can receive a multiple of those resources in return. The critical hit multiplier is determined randomly, capable of reaching ten thousand times.]

A triumphant laugh erupted from Ye Qiu after grasping the system’s potential.

“Splendid! A ten-thousand-fold return—that is quite an investment. Does that mean after raising a disciple for a few decades, I could reap hundreds or even thousands of years of cultivation in one swift stroke?”

The anxiety that had weighed on him moments ago dissipated.

[System scan completed.]

[Host: Ye Qiu…]

[Level: Two of the Black Finger realm. Strength is notably inferior—an insignificant cultivator easily lost in any crowd.]

[Divine Technique: None…]

[Aptitude: Ordinary. Unlikely to achieve greatness.]

[Charm: 99. At least something worthy of appraisal.]

Ye Qiu: “…”

He suddenly had a strong urge to dismantle the mechanical voice speaking in his head.

[Congratulations, host. You have received a novice’s gift. Would you like to open it now?]

“Open.”

[Package opened. You have received one superior-class mortal Marrow Cleansing Pill and ten years of cultivation progress.]

As the notification ended, an ethereal surge of energy flooded through Ye Qiu’s body.

“That feels… quite refreshing.”

The energy integrated seamlessly into his spiritual spring, bumping his strength to Level Three of the Black Finger realm.

“Only Level Three? Are you serious, System? Ten years of cultivation should amount to more than a single level jump!”

[Host, the calculation is accurate. The allowance provided does not correlate to time spent, but rather reflects the equivalent effort of ten standard years of training for a common practitioner. An average person would progress exactly as you have.]

Ye Qiu: “…”

Advancing only one tier in a decade—what a dismal display of talent. Still, the logic held true. As one ascends the cultivation tiers, the effort required intensifies. Time is never a resource lacking in the Great Desolate; seclusion periods spanning months or years are common occurrences.

[Host is advised to secure a disciple immediately. Upon task completion, you will be eligible for high-multiplier returns.]

Ye Qiu held the Marrow Cleansing Pill, choosing to store it for a more opportune moment. Just then, a series of knocks resonated at the door.

Bang, bang, bang…

“Martial Uncle Ye, are you inside?”

Ye Qiu stared at the door for a second. “Please, enter.”

The worn wooden latch lifted, and a poised, handsome youth stepped through. Ye Qiu recognized him instantly: Liu Qingfeng, the head disciple of Jade Pure Hall. He had already attained Level Three of the Celestial realm—a full major realm above Ye Qiu—and was regarded as a formidable talent among his peers.

Liu was known for being amicable and unpretentious.

Perhaps due to his standing as the heir apparent to the Sect Master, he maintained effortless relationships with the elders and peak masters alike. To Ye Qiu’s estimation, he was a shrewd fellow who had cultivated his connections well before his eventual rise.

“Martial Uncle, the Sect Master has requested your immediate presence at the Jade Pure Hall for a gathering.”

Reflecting the seniority of his deceased master, Ye Qiu held a status equivalent to the Sect Master and the peer heads, which prompted Liu Qingfeng’s respectful address.

“Did the Sect Master disclose the reason?” Ye Qiu asked. His home was intentionally isolated, making any unexpected summons quite unusual.

Liu Qingfeng paused before answering. “The violent beasts that descended upon the village near the mountain base yesterday have left survivors. We are meeting at the Jade Pure Hall to address the root cause of the riot and decide on the placement of the remaining orphans.”

“I see,” Ye Qiu acknowledged. He only possessed fragments of the incident, but the mention of orphans sparked his interest—a perfect opportunity to acquire a disciple and test the new system.

“Understood. You may return first.”

“I shall take my leave, Martial Uncle,” Liu Qingfeng bowed before departing. As he left the small house on Violet Cloud Peak, he cast a final, pitying glance back at the dilapidated structures.

Moments later, Ye Qiu swept his robes and stepped out with newfound confidence. His demeanor had shifted; a subtle charm now defined his expression, lending him the appearance of an otherworldly master to anyone unaware of his true, meager power level.

He summoned his Violet Cloud Sword—a precious heirloom from his predecessor—and channeled the Imperial Sword Technique he had recently mastered to glide toward the Jade Pure Hall.

Upon his arrival, he entered the hall to find a group of survivors waiting below.

“Junior Brother Ye, it is quite a privilege to have so many of us waiting on your schedule,” drawled Qi Wuhui, the head of Hidden Sword Peak and the sect’s Disciplinary Elder.

Ye Qiu cast a dismissive glance at him. He knew the man’s character well. The other peak masters only waited because of the sect’s strict rules, not out of any genuine respect for him.

Beyond the antagonistic Qi Wuhui and the Sect Master, the remaining peak masters sat silently, not even deigning to offer a greeting.

Ye Qiu turned his attention toward the Sect Master, Meng Tianzheng. “Senior Brother, I apologize for the delay. The distance from Violet Cloud Peak is quite significant, and I was held up.”

“No harm done,” Meng Tianzheng replied, maintaining the appearance of decorum for the sake of the sect’s image, despite his own private disdain for the junior.

Rebuffed by Ye Qiu’s indifference, Qi Wuhui seethed quietly to himself. *Only at Level Two of the Black Finger realm, yet he acts with such arrogance. If not for the stroke of fortune that landed him under Master Xuantian, he would never have assumed control over Zixia Peak. He hardly deserves a seat among us.*

The sentiment was shared by all present; each master held their own deep-seated contempt for Ye Qiu’s illegitimate ascension.