They Are World-Destroying Evil Gods. What Does That Have to Do with My Taoist Companion?

Lin He transmigrated into a highly advanced world of immortal cultivation where nine-year compulsory cultivation education is standard and flying swords require strict adherence to traffic laws. As an unregistered vagrant, his only option is to enroll in a remote rural sect and scrape together a basic elementary diploma. However, the atmosphere within this sect seems profoundly questionable. "Disciple," Bai Xinlian says, her small face flushing red as she shyly opens her arms, "come sleep in Master's embrace for your afternoon nap." Meanwhile, Su Hualu maintains an icy expression while gently patting her lap and saying, "Sit over here and lie down for a while." Lin He clutches his chest in sheer disbelief. Does this place even allow people to cultivate in peace? "Won't you come over for a hug?" "Coming, coming, I'm coming right now."