Thewisechicken

After four long years, He Yiming finally achieved his goal: becoming a Sect Master. With the activation of the sect system, he gained access to incredible sign-in rewards and a game-changing ability—the power to summon souls from Earth, reshape their bodies, and turn them into disciples of his sect.

 Despite being weak and struggling to defeat even the simplest monsters, they brought chaos and change to the very meaning of cultivation. From suicide attacks to shit bombs they approached every challenge with a craze drive for more. Redefining the very world 

This is just a better translation of the novel since it's so hard to read for some people

All My Disciples Are Insane!

The moment the Sea Race warriors entered the dam, they stepped into a labyrinth of twisting stone corridors. Passages stretched in every direction, a maze designed to confuse and disorient.

Weaklings ran before them. Helpless prey.

The warriors rushed forward, each group choosing a different tunnel. Seven or eight of them chased a single human deeper into the maze, their bone spears gleaming under the dim light.

The chase ended in a stone chamber.

The human stood at the far end, panting, trapped.

"Nowhere left to run, human," one of them taunted, stepping forward.

But instead of fear, the human smiled.

"You fish-heads are dumber than I thought."

The entrance behind them slammed shut.

The warriors spun around but it was too late.

The ceiling groaned. Dust trickled down. Then..

A slab of stone the size of a mountain crashed down.

The warriors barely had time to scream staring at the human who choose to die with them.

Ten seconds later, he respawned in the resurrection hall.

"Alright," he grinned, cracking his knuckles. "Time to bait the next batch."

In another corridor, a different group of warriors moved cautiously.

"This passage is too narrow," one muttered.

The walls were too smooth. Too clean. No battle scars, no signs of wear.

Bone spears shot out from hidden slits, piercing through armor, flesh, and bone.

But there was no escape. The path ahead was blocked.

The second wave of Sea Race warriors, still standing on the dam, began to shift uneasily.

"Why haven't they come back?" one muttered.

"It shouldn't take this long to kill weaklings," another scoffed.

At the entrances of the tunnels, more humans appeared,laughing, taunting, running back inside.

That was all it took to enrage the Sea murlocs.

The second wave surged into the dam.

And just like the first wave, they would never return.

High above the battlefield, a figure watched with narrowed eyes.

A commander of the Sea Race. A warrior at the pinnacle of the Spiritual Vein Realm.His expression darkened.

"Something is wrong," he murmured.

His gaze swept the battlefield. The humans on the dam were weak. Body Forging Realm, at best. They shouldn't have lasted a minute against his warriors.

And yet, his people kept vanishing.

"This isn't a battle," he realized. "It's a trap."

"Sea Race warriors—DO NOT enter the dam!"

His voice cracked across the battlefield.It was already too late for the ones inside.

"Leave a hundred here. The rest,with me! We scale the walls and attack the sect directly!"

At his command, the army split. A hundred warriors remained behind. The rest, two hundred strong, followed Zrom over the dam, charging toward the sect.

In the shadows, a pair of eyes gleamed.

"Brother Star," someone whispered, "they took the bait."

"Good," he said. "Tell everyone,get ready."

The real battle was about to begin.

The hundred warriors left behind on the dam didn't seem at all concerned.

"Captain's overthinking things," one muttered. "So what if a few fish got caught in some traps?"

"Yeah," another sneered. "They're probably feasting on human flesh right now."

They stood in small groups, scattered, laughing. Relaxed. Arrogant.

The attack began before they could react.

I will be revived