After transmigrating as the second-generation heir of an immortal family in another world, I’m attending my own funeral from the start. What? You’re telling me my comprehension is maxed out, but I don’t have even the slightest trace of spiritual energy, and without a spiritual root I can’t cultivate immortality? No problem. I’ll develop cultivation science and build an invincible merchant alliance.
My father arranges a marriage for me, and my betrothed turns out to be an Immortal Emperor reincarnated. One of my older brothers transmigrated, and the other has a System. My only older sister is a Child of Fortune. No problem, I still have a little sister. What? She’s so in tune with the Great Dao that she can comprehend it whenever she wants? So I really am the most useless one of them all.
No problem, I still have my dad. Though he’s a bit of a sly old fox. If spiritual qi hadn’t revived and ancient clans weren’t emerging one after another, today it’d be a Mahayana cultivator popping up, and my dad would fight with all his might, barely scrape out a win, and end up on the brink of death. Tomorrow it’d be a True Immortal. What? He’d still win by the skin of his teeth? The young come looking for trouble, then the old follow. Heavenly Immortals and Golden Immortals are all just barely beaten. My dad really is a master of keeping a low profile.
What else am I supposed to do? I’m just going to slack off. I’m done pretending. This useless System can’t carry me at all. I’m the weakest one in the whole family, so I’m checking out!
