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In a world where might makes right and sects rise and fall like fireworks, Li Qingyu — a transmigrated shut-in — wakes up as the “Sect Master” of a mountain shack with no disciples, no funding, and a signboard that falls over in the wind.

Luckily, he has the [Heavenly Sect System], which rewards him for missions like:

Recruit weirdos, Annoy rival sects,Tame other sect  elders

With sarcasm in his heart and poverty in his wallet, Li Qingyu sets out to build the most powerful (and most ridiculous) sect the world has ever seen.

From humiliating arrogant young masters with budget martial arts, to accepting rogue elders who’ve had enough of strict rules, the Eternal Radiance Divine Sect grows — one misfit at a time.

Enemies mock them. Rivals spy on them. But one by one, they’ll all ask the same question:

“How the hell is this chaotic sect rising so fast?!”

Heaven’s Most Chaotic Sect

[Morning – Eternal Radiance Divine Sect Kitchen, a Ticking Time Bomb]

Li Qingyu stood before a bubbling cauldron, armed with an apron that read "Chef of Chaos."

Su Jian squinted into the pot. "Needs more kick."

Li Qingyu nodded. "Add the flaming turnip powder."

"…Isn't that the stuff that melts stone?"

"Flavor explosion," Li Qingyu said seriously. "We'll call it Soul-Searing Soup Surprise."

The soup turned bright purple. Then started chanting in Latin.

Before either could say "Oops," the pot detonated with a thunderous BOOM.

The entire kitchen wall vaporized, smoke billowed, and a random chicken squawked as it was flung into the sky.

[Moments Later – The Wrath Arrives]

Ziyan appeared, holding her sword in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. Her eye twitched.

"Did you two… just blow up another wall?"

Li Qingyu coughed out steam. "Technically Su did it."

Su pointed a sooty ladle. "He's the one who named it Soul-Searing. What did you expect?"

Ziyan took a slow sip of tea. Then cracked her knuckles.

"You maniacs do realize we are out of spirit stones, right?"

"We've used them all to fix your creative culinary war crimes!" she snapped. "Roofs! Walls! Emotional trauma therapy for builders!"

The builders in the background nodded solemnly.

Ziyan jabbed a finger. "Go. Do. A. Mission. Now! Earn some damn spirit stones before I sell you to a soup restaurant!"

Li Qingyu stood tall, dusted off his cracked apron, and said firmly:

"I am the sect master. I give orders. I don't take them. Especially not from my disciples!"

Then she punched him so hard his soul left for a quick walk.

[Minutes Later – Courtyard, Comedy in Bruises]

Li Qingyu lay face-down in the dirt, a bootprint on his back and his pride in tatters.

Foreman Wu walked past with a trowel, snorted, and muttered, "Strong leadership."

The other builders clapped mockingly.

> "Martial Arts for Beginners: When Arrogance Isn't Enough"

Li Qingyu groaned. "Why does this sect only respect violence…"

Su Jian helped him up. "Ziyan said if we don't bring back spirit stones, next time she'll feed you to the ducks."

Li Qingyu wheezed, "She's bluffing."

[Mission Board – A Scroll of Humble Pie]

Li Qingyu grabbed a random scroll, still wincing.

> Mission: Eliminate Wild Spirit Weed Pests

Danger: Mild hallucination, possible pollen-induced personality shift

He sighed. "Let's get this over with. The sect needs money."

Su Jian slung his bag over his shoulder. "And you need medical attention."

Li Qingyu limped off. "I need respect."

Su Jian chuckled. "Yeah, and I need a soup that doesn't breach dimensional space."

Chapter 9: Soup Catastrophe and Sect Master Supremacy (Not Really