Qin Mu had transmigrated to a fantasy world nearly a month ago. Because he lacked resources, he had originally planned to live out the rest of his life as an ordinary person, without cultivating.
But one day, an old beggar who came by every day to cadge a meal suddenly whispered to Qin Mu, "I'll come clean. I'm done pretending. I'm actually a cultivator, and a ridiculously powerful one, the kind who's an ancestor of a sacred sect. So, what do you say? Want to be this old man's disciple?"
And just like that, Qin Mu somehow became the personal disciple of a sacred sect's founding ancestor.
What? You're saying the sacred sect has no Holy Son, only a Holy Maiden, and I have to win her over to claim the position of Holy Son?
What? You're telling me to pick fights with anyone I don't like, and preferably rob them blind, all to temper my invincible mindset?
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
