I, the Junior Uncle of the Sacred Land, Just Want to Lie Flat

Five hundred years ago, the Holy Lord's senior brother was struck dead by lightning while undergoing the tribulation to become a Heavenly Immortal. Jiang Fan was watching and got caught up in it too.

Figuring that if you fall down, you might as well lie flat, Jiang Fan slept for five hundred years.

"What? The sacred land is gone?"

"What? Eight of the Nine Swords are missing?"

"What? You're giving away the last one too?"

Jiang Fan thought he was still dreaming.

"Little Martial Uncle, you're still alive?"

Jiang Fan stared at his portrait hanging on the wall and fell into deep thought.

"Little Martial Uncle, you have to stand up for the Sword Sect!"

Jiang Fan furrowed his brow.

"I'll stand up for you, but making me compete in the Prodigy Tournament alongside the kids is taking things a bit too far, isn't it?"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Do not imitate.