From the Start, I Inherit the Master's Cultivation, and Become Invincible

Before he died, the master said, "Mo Yan, I’m giving you all the cultivation I’ve accumulated in this life."

Seventeen-year-old Jun Moyan knelt beneath the parasol tree in a dilapidated academy, looking at the old man on his deathbed and thinking his master was talking nonsense.

It wasn’t until the old man struck his crown with a palm, pouring three thousand years of Dao resonance into his body, that Jun Moyan realized the old man wasn’t just some impoverished, unremarkable scholar. He was the man who had single-handedly crushed the Western Tomb Divine Palace three hundred years ago.

From then on, the world lost an obscure young book attendant and gained a name that made all under heaven tremble.

He broke the Western Tomb, crushing the Divine Palace’s ten-thousand-year prestige with a single finger.

He defeated Sword Pavilion, snapping its eternal sword intent with a three-foot blade.

He deposed the Temple Master, and the ancestral court of the Daoist sect knelt in submission.

He traveled through the nations, winning the hearts of beauties and making the feudal lords bow their heads.

Posterity knew only that his name was Jun Moyan, but not that he had once said:

My master passed the Dao on to me, so I will protect the peace of this world for him.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.