Who Cares About the Position of Leader? They All Call Me Imperial Master

[Swordsmanship] [Confucianism and Taoism] [Microsystem] [Not brainless] [Decisive killing] (The system has a low sense of existence, it is not a brainless and cool article, please be careful if you mind) Xiao Chen traveled to a world of cultivation, but he had no cultivation physique and could only be a miserable mortal. When Xiao Chen finally found his long-lost parents, he discovered that his father was actually the leader of the Lingxiao Sword Sect. Just when he thought he could enjoy the treatment of a second-generation immortal, reality slapped him hard in the face. His father forced him to kneel down, his stepmother slandered his innocence, and his biological sister handed him poison. The stepbrother looked down on his good-for-nothing brother, and his biological father wanted Xiao Chen to be his stepbrother's sword slave, and bluntly told Xiao Chen not to try to get involved in the position of head. After seeing through this so-called family relationship, Xiao Chen said that no one cares about the position of the leader. On the day when his finger was severed, a nine-clawed golden dragon flew in the sky. The sword energy spreads across thousands of miles, and the Confucianism spirit soars into the sky. After he left, the parents slowly realized that they had never understood this son. "The second-level cultivation of Confucianism and Taoism is second only to the genius of the contemporary Confucian leader." "Being a brother to the young master of the world's top kendo holy land." "The founder of swordsmanship who pioneered the way of swordsmanship and made everyone in the world look like a dragon." "The great emperor came from across the sea, just to get a poem and be called the emperor's master." "You said he was useless?" "This fucking monster is a peerless monster who masters both Confucianism and Swordsmanship!" When his parents discovered Xiao Chen's identity, they began to regret it and begged him to go back. "Son, as a father, I know I was wrong..." Xiao Chen shook his head with a smile and said softly: "Who is your son? Please call me Emperor Master."