Xuanhuan: Abandoned as a Baby from the Start, I Was Born with a Daoist Body

[No System + Lighthearted Cultivation]

I, Liu Nansheng, have a master who’s an old rogue with unfathomable cultivation, and a senior brother who kills opponents above his level as easily as breathing. As for my second and third senior brothers, who never take their duties seriously, let’s not even go there.

What?

You’re asking what I am?

Then let me tell you.

I, Liu Nansheng, possess a Daoist constitution unseen in a century and am a cultivation prodigy who will shake the ages. Yet all of you treat me like an ordinary nobody.

I only need to see any cultivation technique once to master its essence. Slicing open the void with a single sword stroke is just part of my daily routine.

“Good heavens! I’ve practiced swordsmanship for hundreds of years, and I’m still not as skilled as this little disciple!”

Daoist Yongwang, a highly respected elder of the sect, clutches Liu Nansheng’s leg and begs him to teach him swordsmanship, tears and snot streaming down his face.

“I’m the dignified head of Feixing Peak! I’ve refined pills for hundreds of years, and they’re still not as good as the ones this little disciple casually makes. What’s the point of refining pills anymore!”

The head of Feixing Peak tilts his aged face upward, struggling to hold back the tears welling in his eyes.

“Please take over as head of Qingyang Sect, Nephew Liu!”

“Please lead us in eradicating the demons and restoring the glory of our Qingyang Sect, Junior Brother Liu!”

But Liu Nansheng pays no heed to their pleas, striding forward with a resolute expression.

He doesn’t want to be some cultivation prodigy or a savior. He only wants to use his handsome looks to be the cultivation world’s pretty face...