As a transmigrator, Lin Wuming had truly received the textbook protagonist template.
Mediocre talent, orphaned, low status within his clan—and even, apparently, a fiancée.
These tropes?
Lin Wuming had seen them so many times that he was utterly sick of them, let alone actually experiencing them himself.
He had no intention of following the clichéd path of enduring humiliation to rise from the bottom.
So, he didn’t even bother meeting the fiancée who came to break off the engagement.
Without seeing her face, he tossed out a signed breakup agreement and promptly ran away from home.
And looking back now, that was absolutely the right decision!
[Mission: Newbie Training Program]
[Find a suitable-age beautiful girl to become your junior disciple. The weaker her strength, the poorer her talent, and the lower her potential—the greater the reward. At best, you can earn the Creation Saint Dao Manual.]
[Note: All worlds stem from Creation, and all paths converge in the Saint Dao. The Creation Saint Dao encompasses all the laws of myriad worlds, deducing all ends, aligning with the changes of the heavens, determining the cosmos, boundless and infinite.]
In simpler terms—it wanted him to find a total loser with zero cultivation talent?
Preferably a mere mortal, so the reward could be maxed out.
And just look at that description of the Creation Saint Dao Manual.
If anything screams “top-tier”, it’s that. “The number one technique across all worlds” practically shouted, “No one understands cultivation better than me!”
Lin Wuming was thrilled.
He had already begun fantasizing about acquiring this peak technique, going full cheat-mode, crushing heaven and earth, becoming the ultimate winner in life, adored by countless maidens…
What?
You ask whether he’s confident he can get the manual?
Lin Wuming was absolutely certain.
He could pat his chest and guarantee it.
After all, not long after running away from home, the golden cheat he had waited over a decade for finally arrived—this very “Newbie Refinement System”.
He had been cautious at first.
Based on his past life’s novels, systems might be useful, but most were shady—some could even erase you or, worse, chop off your manhood.
Then he saw the system’s first mission.
“This is a good system.”
He immediately concluded.
Of all the novels he had read, none had a system as kind and fair as this one.
If it had been one of those annoying systems from novels, the mission would’ve been something like:
“Find a girl with top-tier talent, ranked within the top ten of this realm. Failure to comply = host termination.”
Come on—Lin Wuming was still just a mortal who hadn’t even officially stepped onto the path of cultivation.
Where was he supposed to find such a genius girl?
And make her willingly become his junior disciple?
That was nonsense.
But his system?
It didn’t require a genius—just a complete waste.
The more useless, the better the reward.
Wasn’t that basically a free gift?
Such a considerate system shouldn’t be taken for granted.
Lin Wuming, without hesitation, spent all his savings and left the prosperous empire, left the cultivation-rich Central Lands, and came to this godforsaken place.
He didn’t even know exactly where he was.
What he did know was that it was such a barren, forgotten corner of the world that even empires didn’t want it.
For thousands of miles around, there wasn’t a single known cultivation sect.
Remote was an understatement.
And the village he stayed in?
The most remote of all—it was called Newbie Village.
Just the name—Newbie Village—clearly meant that everyone here had to be a total rookie.
They were galaxies away from any flying, teleporting, mountain-moving cultivators.
And indeed, that was the case.
Forget cultivation.
Just a few days ago, Sister Zhang from the village tripped and broke her leg on the way to the city to sell handmade goods.
She still hadn’t gotten out of bed.
Most villagers survived on simple crafts: making clothes, frying sugar beans (Lin Wuming loved them), selling kitchen tools and farming gear, or doing calligraphy and music for money.
In this village, the average combat power might not even hit five.
Anyone here could be considered top-tier useless.
Even the village’s name aligned perfectly with the system and mission—Newbie Village for Newbie Training.
Wasn’t it ideal?
Still, since the reward was serious, Lin Wuming didn’t rush.
He was determined to find the most useless person in the entire Newbie Village, to secure that Creation Saint Dao Manual for good.
The girl who had just arrived two days ago was now his prime candidate.
The only limitation of the mission was that the person had to be a beautiful girl.
Lin Wuming had already examined several people who were wastes even by mortal standards—but none qualified as “beautiful girls.”
One guy even turned out to be a cross-dressing dude who looked great but came with a surprise package.
But this new girl? She was stunning.
No—“stunning” didn’t even do her justice. Honestly, except for his senior sister, Lin Wuming had never seen anyone—past life or present—who could compare to her beauty.
A girl like that should’ve been a genius, the pride of heaven.
But she was a complete and utter wreck.
Yes, literally.
Forget cultivation talent.
According to Grandpa Ma at the village clinic, her meridians were almost completely shattered.
Not one remained whole.
Her kneecaps were broken, she couldn’t walk, couldn’t see, and wasn’t even a fully functional human.
It was only thanks to the kindness of Butcher Zhang—who took her in and gave her food—that she hadn’t already been…
If she’d landed anywhere else, she’d probably have been abused or worse, and then dumped in a ditch.
As harsh as it sounded, Lin Wuming had never seen a more perfect “waste” than her.
Besides, it wasn’t easy to survive on the Canglan Continent without being a cultivator.
His own sect wasn’t even a proper cultivation sect.
In fact, all the disciple-recruiting and teachings were handled by his senior sister—he hadn’t even met his master.
Still, the sect taught music and arts.
If the girl joined, she could at least make a living performing and wouldn’t starve.
And with him—her talented senior brother—around, once he got the Creation Saint Dao Manual and rose to power, he could guide her onto the path of cultivation too.
A sparrow turned phoenix—it could happen.
So, taking her as a junior disciple… was for her own good, really.
Thinking this, Lin Wuming nodded, feeling much less guilt.
Time to go talk to his senior sister, then pay Butcher Zhang a visit…
Now that he thought of it, he hadn’t seen his senior sister in a while.
At that thought, Lin Wuming shuddered involuntarily.
His senior sister was beautiful, gentle, generous, and considerate—perfect in every way…
Except… just a bit too passionate.
Damn, broken kneecaps