All Seven of My Senior Sisters Are Big Shots, So Should I Just Lie Flat?

[No System] + [Traditional Fantasy] + [Unconventional Genius] + [Ensemble Cast] + [Lighthearted Comedy]

Three years ago, Zhang Lang traveled a thousand miles from home to become a lowly sixth-generation disciple of Chanfeng Sect, the foremost sect in the Southern Frontier.

Three years later, everyone in the sect knew the sixth-generation disciple, who was still... a sixth-generation disciple.

Sect Master Li Suifeng: “Brother Zhang Lang is the only disciple in the sect I can trust.”

Grand Elder Chang Shixian: “Zhang Lang? You think you can just call him that? That’s my brother!”

Southern Frontier Sword God Nangong Wuwang: “He calls me big brother, but I hardly deserve the honor. I really don’t.”

Elder Shan Hunhei, the newly appointed elder of the Seventh Hall at Tatalang Peak, one of the only two transcendent sanctuaries of the Sacred Dynasty: “Woof, woof, woof! (That’s my master, damn it! Show some respect!)”

Zhang Lang smiled. “Hey, don’t fight over it. I’ll call you big brother, and you can call me little brother. Let’s get closer and visit each other more often. No need to let this spoil our friendship.”

After taking care of Chanfeng Sect in three years, his next target was the transcendent sanctuary of Tatalang Peak!

Tatalang Peak, you’re in for it!