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Lin Feng wanted a lazy life, but fate had other plans. After reincarnating into a failing sect, he accidentally activates the Supreme Ancestor System, making him invincible.

He waves his hand—enemies drop dead.

He flicks a rock—a mountain splits in half.

He takes a nap—disciples think he’s comprehending the Dao.


Now, the entire cultivation world fears him, his sect is rising to power, and all he wants is some good food and sleep.

Too bad his legend won’t let him rest.

I Accidentally Became the Sect’s Supreme Ancestor

Lin Feng sat cross-legged in the ruined main hall of the Fallen Cloud Sect, idly poking at a half-eaten steamed bun. It was cold, slightly stale, and utterly disappointing.

He let out a deep sigh. "This world has cultivation, immortals, and people who can split mountains in half... yet nobody figured out how to make decent food?"

It was tragic. Worse, now that he was officially the sect master, he had a whole new set of problems—problems he did not want.

The outer disciples, once indifferent to his existence, now scurried about in awe. The rumors had spread like wildfire.

—"Sect Master Lin Feng eliminated two intruders with a mere thought!"

—"He's a hidden master who spent years cultivating in secrecy!"

—"He was chosen by the heavens to revive the Fallen Cloud Sect!"

Lin Feng rubbed his temples. The misunderstanding was way too big now.

"Maybe if I just do nothing, it'll all blow over," he muttered.

Unfortunately, fate didn't believe in leaving him alone.

A loud voice rang through the courtyard.

"I, Xiao Yan, have come to challenge the master of this sect!"

Lin Feng groaned. "Of course you have."

He pushed himself up and walked outside.

Standing in the middle of the courtyard was a young man in white robes, a sword strapped to his back. His posture was rigid, his expression sharp. He radiated intense protagonist energy—the kind that normally belonged to the hot-blooded underdog of a cultivation novel.

Lin Feng could already tell. This guy had main character syndrome.

Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes. "So you're the so-called 'Supreme Ancestor' of this sect?"

Lin Feng yawned. "No. That's just a weird rumor."

Xiao Yan's expression darkened. "Trying to act humble, are we? I respect that. But I still wish to test your strength!"

Lin Feng pinched the bridge of his nose. "How about... no?"

Xiao Yan's gaze hardened. He unsheathed his sword, his aura surging. "If you will not fight me willingly, then I have no choice but to—!"

Lin Feng, tired of the conversation, picked up a small rock and lazily flicked it at Xiao Yan.

He didn't even aim properly. He just wanted the kid to stop talking.

The rock shot forward like a divine meteor, humming with unseen energy.

A second later, a distant mountain peak—miles away—was cleaved in half.

Xiao Yan stared, his face pale. The other disciples trembled. A distant rumble echoed as half of the mountain collapsed.

The Supreme Ancestor System chimed in.

[Passive Enhancement Activated: Any action taken by the host is automatically magnified to absurd levels.]

Lin Feng's eye twitched. "Oh. Great."

Meanwhile, Xiao Yan's sword shook in his grip.

"A single flick of his fingers... and an entire mountain was destroyed..." His voice was barely a whisper. "This... This is a level of sword intent I could never even dream of reaching!"

Lin Feng opened his mouth. He considered explaining.

Then he thought about how exhausting that would be.

Xiao Yan dropped to his knees. "Master! Please accept me as your disciple!"

Lin Feng sighed. "Do I have a choice?"

Lin Feng looked at the kneeling Xiao Yan. The kid's eyes burned with determination.

"...Fine. Welcome to the sect, I guess."

The other disciples gasped. "A new disciple has been accepted by the Supreme Ancestor!"

The rumors would only get worse from here.

Lin Feng sighed again. Maybe he could fake his death. That would be easier than dealing with this.

Chapter 2: The First Disciple