Oops, I Accidentally Became the Sect’s Greatest Teacher!

"Thank god you're here, System!"

"Character status, come up!" Our op mc shouted eagerly.

Ding!

***

Host: Ariel Griffin

Cultivation Base: 10th Stage Nascent Soul Realm

Quest: Acquire a student.

Rewards: Unknown.

***

"Well, that seems simple enough. And convenient that I share the same name as this old man." Ariel smirked before asking, "Do you know what the rewards are, System?"

"Negative, Host. The system's task is complete. May you have a long and happy life in this new world. Farewell."

The system's voice faded into Ariel's subconscious.

"System? Are you still there?" Ariel frowned, his confidence wavering.

Silence.

"Are you kidding me? You just showed up and now you're ghosting me? Where's the justice in this world?"

Still, no reply came.

"Ahhh… so justice is dead and buried, huh? Fine. I'll just get a student and find out the rewards myself. How hard can it be?" Ariel grumbled before straightening his back with a determined glint in his eye.

"Here. I. Come!"

With a roar, Ariel launched himself into the sky at an unbelievable speed, leaving a sonic boom in his wake.

"YOHOOOOO! Flying is the best!"

He zipped through the clouds, laughing and savoring the thrill. Despite inheriting the memories of the old Ariel Griffin, nothing compared to living it for real.

Memories were one thing; experiencing cultivation firsthand was a whole other world.

"This Xianxia world ain't so bad, I guess." Ariel grinned, laughing as he soared through the skies, enjoying the freedom and exhilaration of flight.

But that carefree moment didn't last long.

"Run away, everyone!"

"Crazy old Griffin is here!"

"The old madman is back!"

"Girls, run for your lives!"

The panic was palpable as disciples of the Infinite Sword Sect scattered like frightened birds. Ariel hadn't even managed to take a single step closer to a disciple before they fled in terror.

"Ahhhh… this is such a nutty problem!" Ariel groaned, rubbing his temples.

He recalled the memories of this body's previous owner.

When the original Ariel Griffin failed in his breakthrough and discovered he only had a hundred years left to live, he'd gone completely off the rails, determined to tick off every item on his absurd bucket list.

Among those were:

Streaking naked through the sect.

Becoming a notorious peeping tom.

Desperately trying (and failing) to lose his V-card.

And a long list of other irrational etc.

For nearly 2,000 years, the old man had devoted himself entirely to cultivation, trusting no one, and avoiding love or intimacy. His final century of chaos left him an unwanted man, and now Ariel was stuck dealing with the fallout.

"There's gotta be a solution to this mess," Ariel muttered. His gaze fell on his reflection in a nearby lake, and he stroked the wild, unkempt beard that covered his face.

"It must be the beard," he concluded, pulling out the sword named Severance from his storage ring. With a few precise strokes, the beard was gone, revealing his wrinkled but clean-shaven face beneath.

"A clean-shaven look is bound to be more approachable," Ariel nodded to himself, admiring his handiwork.

Feeling a renewed sense of confidence, he flew to the nearest disciple he could find—a beautiful young female disciple running for her life at the moment.

"Hey! Why is everyone running? I mean no harm. Would you consider being my st—"

Before Ariel could finish his sentence, the female disciple let out a startled squeak and promptly collapsed, fainting on the spot.

"What the…?" Ariel knelt down, utterly perplexed.

"Was it something I said?" He touched his face and sighed.

"Hmmm… it appears my infamy in this sect is more substantial than I thought. Even without the beard, my face alone is enough to terrify people."

He stood up, staring into the horizon.

"Looks like getting a student is going to be harder than I thought. But no matter! A true cultivator never gives up!"

With renewed determination, Ariel took to the skies again, vowing to find someone brave enough to face the infamous Griffin.

He found her less than a minute later using his spiritual sense.

***

"Help me! Take me away! I don't want to be eaten by Crazy Old Griffin!"

A young girl, no older than twelve, cried out in desperation. She was clad in filthy rags, her face smudged with dirt, and her frail figure trembled as she sat alone on the dusty sect road.

The stories of Crazy Old Griffin were infamous in the Infinite Sword Sect. Even the elders avoided crossing paths with him, and now, ten years since his last appearance, his return had everyone on edge.

The girl clutched a shabby wooden walking stick in her left hand, crawling in the dirt in a futile attempt to stay out of sight. Occasionally, she screamed for help, but no one came to her rescue.

"Hey, girl," an old voice called out, cutting through her panic.

"If I take you away from Crazy Old Griffin, would you agree to be my student?"

The girl froze, her wide eyes searching for the source of the voice.

"Yes, please, Master! I'll do anything—just take me away from him! I don't want to die yet. I want to live!" she cried, her voice trembling with both fear and relief.

She kowtowed repeatedly, pressing her forehead to the dusty ground.

"Fine, it's a deal then," the old man replied.

"You can stand up now. Crazy Old Griffin won't cause any trouble with me here. Hold my hand—I'll take you somewhere nice."

The girl hesitated, raising her right hand toward the sound of his voice. However, it hovered perilously close to the old man's crotch.

"Perfect," the old man muttered under his breath, deftly shifting her hand into his large, calloused one.

A moment later, they were seen walking together through the sect, the girl clinging tightly to his hand.

"Where are we going, Master?" she asked softly.

"Somewhere nice and beautiful. You'll see." The old man's tone carried a hint of amusement, though his laughter was directed at something only he could hear.

Ding!