Of No Concern to the Heavens

Ten Landings Academy has trained cultivators for four thousand years, and it has an app now. On enrollment day an ancient instrument rates every candidate from one to nine, and the whole campus sees your number a second later. Yours comes back Empty. Put on the robe, find a part-time job, make rivals across ten schools of dao, and climb the nine Gates at a school that has already filed you as worthless. Heaven's lightning never comes for you, and nobody can explain why.