This pile of holy skills is barely enough for me to burn for the whole winter.

Eastern Region.

Immortal River Sect.

Mufu Peak.

It was the depths of winter, with white snow covering everything as far as the eye could see; the entire world had turned white.

"Sigh..."

Zhong Qing, dressed in padded cotton clothes, sat by the stove and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

He had Transmigrated to this world five years ago and had spent all five of those years on Mufu Peak.

Don't let the fact that Mufu Peak was one of the seven Peaks of the Immortal River Sect fool you, nor the fact that Zhong Qing held the title of Peak Revered Master; in reality, it was completely useless.

The only reason Zhong Qing had become this Peak Revered Master was because of his cheap Revered Master, Daoist Nai.

While other Peaks were teeming with Disciples, Daoist Nai had been all alone, only taking him as a Disciple when he was near the end of his life.

Rather than believing that Daoist Nai saw something special in him, it was more likely that Daoist Nai simply had to take on a Disciple and had just picked one up randomly by the roadside to complete the task.

Since he was the first Disciple Daoist Nai had ever taken in, it caused quite a stir within the Immortal River Sect at the time.

Zhong Qing had also thought that he possessed some incredible talent, looking forward to reaching the Peak of his life.

But who the hell knew that he was just a total piece of trash.

And Daoist Nai didn't go and pick up another one; on the contrary, he ensured Zhong Qing received all the treatment he was entitled to.

Life was actually quite good; even though there were only the two of them on Mufu Peak, Daoist Nai relied on his sheer strength to ensure they didn't lose out to other Peaks, and no one dared to gossip.

But who could have known that during one of his travels, Daoist Nai's life tablet would shatter, leaving behind his little Disciple who was still barely able to fend for himself.

Because Daoist Nai had made such great contributions to the Sect, Mufu Peak was not abolished, and Zhong Qing, as the only Disciple, inherited the position of Peak Revered Master.

But as times changed, without Daoist Nai as his backing, Zhong Qing's days became harder with each passing day.

In fact, as someone who had Transmigrated, Zhong Qing hadn't failed to experience an Awakening of the benefits that come with it.

Less than a month after Daoist Nai died, he had an Awakening of a System that allowed him to check in every day.

Just when Zhong Qing thought he was finally going to reach the Peak of his life, he discovered that this System was truly a piece of work!

Because the daily check-in only rewarded him with items; it didn't touch upon Cultivation at all.

For example, this Saint-Grade Cultivation Technique in his hand was obtained through a check-in.

The Ranks of Cultivation Techniques and Magic Treasures are divided from the first to the ninth grade, and after the ninth grade come the King-Rank, Emperor-Rank, Venerable-Rank, Saint-Grade, and Deity-Rank.

A Saint-Grade Cultivation Technique is definitely not low-level; just throwing it out there could cause a storm of blood, but to a piece of trash like him, having the Cultivation Technique without any Cultivation...

What's the use?

Zhong Qing threw it directly into the stove in front of him.

The fire in the stove blazed, illuminating Zhong Qing's face with a reddish glow and warming him up a bit.

After all, it was a Saint-Grade Cultivation Technique; wouldn't it feel bad to burn it?

Of course it felt bad!

In such cold weather, how long could one book last? He would freeze to death, okay!

Zhong Qing stood up, dragged over a sack filled with Cultivation Techniques from the side, and threw a few into the stove from time to time to keep the fire burning brightly.

A kettle of water was boiling on the stove, and because of the strong fire, it soon began to boil, making a humming sound.

Zhong Qing brewed himself a cup of tea, and taking a sip during the cold winter felt very comfortable.

Actually, he had gained experience over these past few years.

The Cultivation Techniques obtained from a year of check-ins were just enough to burn throughout the winter, but if he got a few more golden check-ins, he might have half a warehouse left after the winter passed.

Of course.

The check-in didn't just give Cultivation Techniques; it also gave Magic Treasures and divine weapons.

For example, the axe for chopping wood by the door, the kitchen knife in the kitchen...

Besides that, the orchard and pond behind the mountain, the vegetable garden at the entrance and the Scarecrow in the vegetable garden, including the two eggs he was rolling in his hands, were all obtained through check-ins.

In short, there were all kinds of strange and peculiar things.

But even so, Zhong Qing was still speechless.

No matter how awesome the Cultivation Techniques or divine weapons were, without Cultivation, they were equivalent to chicken ribs.

He was a classic example of someone sitting on a mountain of gold but unable to use it.

And he didn't dare to reveal these things; he understood the principle that an innocent man is guilty of a crime if he carries a treasure.

Fate plays tricks on people, fate truly plays tricks on people!

Just then, a streak of light appeared on the distant horizon.

Looking up, he saw a white crane flying in from the distant horizon.

"No one ever comes to my Mufu Peak all year round, so why is someone coming to find me?"

Just as he was wondering, the white crane reached above his head, and standing on top of the white crane was a haughty young boy.

"The once-every-five-years Disciple recruitment conference will begin tomorrow. The Sect Master has ordered me to notify you to rush to Immortal River Main Peak to attend the Disciple recruitment conference."

The boy gave Zhong Qing a mocking look, not even using a form of address, and a trace of ridicule could not help but leak from his eyes.

He really didn't understand the Sect Master's decision.

What would be the point of this piece of trash attending the Disciple recruitment conference?

Zhong Qing's face was expressionless; he had absolutely no interest in this Disciple recruitment conference, and he couldn't be bothered to go to such a place to be subjected to such ridicule.

Just as he was about to refuse, the voice of the System rang out in his mind.

[The System has issued a new task.]

[Please, host, rush to Xianjiang Peak to recruit a Disciple immediately: After successfully recruiting the designated Disciple, the trash bond will be activated for the host.]

[Trash bond: 1/2, all of the host's Disciples' Cultivation speed increased by a hundred times, and all Disciples' Cultivation is returned to the host a thousand times over; 2/2, all of the host's Disciples' Cultivation speed increased by a hundred times, and all Disciples' Cultivation is returned to the host ten thousand times over.]

Upon hearing the System's voice, Zhong Qing's calm expression suddenly brightened.

Five years. Had it finally come after waiting for five years?

Did his mountain of gold finally have a place to be used?

And this bond System sounded way too awesome; for instance, just activating the single trash bond could increase his Disciple's Cultivation speed by a hundred times, while he himself could receive a thousand-fold return.

If it stacked, wouldn't his Disciple cultivating for one day be equivalent to him cultivating for one hundred thousand days?

As for activating the double trash bond, that would be even more awesome.

"Fine, I will definitely arrive tomorrow." Zhong Qing stood up, raised his head, and said.

"Then you had better set off immediately; after all, it is a long way from here to Immortal River Main Peak. Don't arrive only after the Disciple recruitment conference has already ended."

The boy said with a mocking face: "Actually, it is not that I cannot take you there on the white crane, but my companion here has a rather strange temper. If you force yourself onto it when it doesn't like you, it will throw you off."

After saying this, the boy gave a cold laugh and rode the white crane away.

Zhong Qing didn't care at all about this guy's words.

As long as the bond was activated, it wouldn't take long; never mind this little boy, what did the entire Immortal River Sect matter?

After a simple packing, he headed towards Immortal River Main Peak.