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After Master Started Slacking Off

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Read Chapters 1-100 on my website: https://www.fancyjunjuntranslations.com/story/after-master-started-slacking-off-the-entire-sect-became-invincible/ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mu Shiyue struggled through two lifetimes, only to be struck by lightning during her tribulation. Reborn once more, she became the sect master of a small sect known as the Wanxuan Sect. Although the sect was poor, her six disciples were good looking, spoke sweetly, hardworking, and absolutely lovable! She had her disciples cultivate diligently: one focused on alchemy, one on forging, one on drawing talismans... As for herself, she completely slacked off. Growing vegetables, tending flowers, petting little spirit beasts…What a carefree and leisurely life! Years later. Looking at the eldest senior brother, who shouted “My fate is mine, not Heaven’s!” while slicing meat with his life-bound spiritual sword and grilling skewers; The third junior sister, who hammered iron with one hand and beat up scum with the other; The fourth junior brother, whose face showed compassion as he tossed out explosive talismans; The fifth junior brother, who looked silly and easy to bully but made enemies so mad they spontaneously combusted; The youngest junior sister, who was spoiled, willful, and so rich she didn’t act like a human being; Then looking at the master, who was sitting aside eating and drinking, surrounded by spirit beasts... The reborn second disciple with memories from the previous life, clutching poison in hand and determined to save the sect, was completely dumbfounded. Didn’t everyone die in the last life? How did they end up becoming the number one sect??
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