After decades as a Taoist priest, Patsy Reed hit the lottery jackpot, thinking he'd finally reached the pinnacle of life—only to find himself transported to a world where Taoism had fallen into decline.
Worse yet, he became the acting leader of a third-rate Taoist temple.
Patsy Reed figured the only way back to Earth was to achieve ascension, but his own talent was too lacking. His only hope lay in his disciples.
Patsy Reed: "The martial world is treacherous. Let me forge some magical artifacts and elixirs to aid your cultivation."
First Disciple: "Uncle-Master, the Soul-Shaking Bell is supposed to bewitch minds. So why does yours make the demonic sect collectively wet themselves?"
Second Disciple: "Uncle-Master, the Seven-Treasure Gourd is meant to seize weapons. So why does yours specialize in stripping people naked? The Holy Maiden of the Supreme Profound Sect was left exposed for all to see!"
Third Disciple: "Uncle-Master, your Divine Strength Pill claims to let one fight four—and it’s scarily accurate! You literally can’t take on even one fewer opponent!"
Patsy Reed: "That’s odd… I followed the instructions exactly!"
Disciples (in unison): "Uncle-Master, please stop. We’ll carry you to ascension ourselves. There’s no way we can stay in the mortal realm after this."
