Grandson, How's the Supreme Bone I Dug Out for You?

Spiritual qi revival has begun, but Lin Mo has nothing but a useless spiritual root and cannot cultivate. He can barely make ends meet, and on top of that, he has to care for his grandfather’s four grandchildren, who were hit by a truck and left in vegetative states.

One day, the four of them suddenly wake up and claim they have transmigrated back from another world...

Third grandaunt: “Grandson, you have a useless spiritual root? Don’t be afraid. In another world, I dug a Supreme Bone out of a genius and brought it back for you. I’ll put it in you right now.”

Fourth grandpa: “Grandson, if someone hadn’t dug out my Supreme Bone and made me a cripple, I’d have given you mine in a heartbeat. But don’t worry. Later, I learned alchemy from the old man in my ring. I’ve got plenty of spirit pills here. Take them and eat them like candy.”

Eldest grandpa: “What? Spiritual qi revival has started? I’m only at the Great Emperor realm. That means there’s a 0.0000001% chance someone could kill me. No, that’s far too dangerous. Grandson, take these hundred imperial weapons I’m giving you. Let’s find a mountain and lie low.”

Second grandpa: “Big brother, you’re much too timid. A bunch of ants actually think they can lay a hand on someone from the Lin family? I am the heavens; I shall suppress every enemy in the world. I heard some of you bullied my grandson. I’ll give you one chance: get down on your knees and apologize to him, and I’ll let you keep your corpses intact.”