This Venerable Demon is Grossly Unqualified

Elder Hu Xin, the Crimson Saint of the Pathless Night Sect, is missing. Not physically, his body is still there, walking about the sect like he owns the place. But behind his eyes, a stranger is panicking, because his transmigration experience came with no instructions, or any of Elder Hu's centuries of memories. He doesn't know how to work his own cultivation, let alone nurture someone else's. They say the best way to learn something is to teach it. Unfortunately, that's only true if the penalty for failing the test isn't death. Fellow elders, disciples, dogs of the orthodoxy, everyone has expectations about who Hu Xin is. And Hu Xin doesn't have any idea of what those expectations are, let alone how to satisfy them. And so, shielded by audacity and armed with bullshit, this newly venerable and grossly unqualified demon is making this shit up as he goes. This story is a multi-perspective Xiania story written by a westerner, with somewhat flatter/more abstract power scaling than a lot of the genre. Expect more intrigue and less violence, cultivation realms being less of absolute barriers than in many Xianxia, and fighting to be less about bigger numbers and more about people leveraging the unique advantages specific to their cultivation. Currently updates once a week on Sunday evenings.