I am the peerless swordsman of this era, unmatched in grace and talent, one in ten thousand: an immortal sword cultivator without equal!
Then, in the end, you tell me that
my dog carries the bloodline of a supreme great demon and wields the power of gods and demons.
My little sister is the sole saintess of the Jiuli, heir to a Sage's legacy.
And my unreliable, foot-scratching old man is actually a renowned top expert of this age, someone even the ruler of the nation offers a cigarette!
I thought I was the pillar of our family. Who could have guessed I was almost the least impressive one in it?
If I'd known, why didn't I just lie flat and give up from the start? Wouldn't it have been better to be an ordinary second-generation Cultivator?
Forget it, I'll come clean: my dad is a top expert!
