Jonathan wakes up in a cultivation world as the Celestial Sect's worthless disciple, the one nobody expects to amount to anything. A system gives him a single instruction: draw your sword one hundred thousand times. He can't cultivate, so he draws. Day and night, in the yard, in the rain, while his sect brothers decide he has lost his mind.
By the time the Three Sects Competition arrives, Jonathan is still drawing on the stage while everyone watches and jeers. The count is almost done. What the sect doesn't know is that each draw has been stacking toward something none of them can survive, and the moment he finally pulls the blade free, the ridicule has nowhere left to go.
