Lu Zhaoran, the legitimate son of the foremost family in the Tianxuan Realm, has a shocking secret: he was born with memories of his past life.
In his previous life, he worked himself to death as an office drone. In this one, he just wants to lie flat and be a wastrel who coasts through life. Unfortunately, he was born into a cultivation family overflowing with spiritual energy. His father is a mighty Tribulation Transcendence expert, his mother is the sect leader of the Danxia Sect, and even the passing cleaning boy is a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
“Zhaoran, you’ve been studying this Profound Heaven Ninefold Revolutions Art for three days...”
“Dad, I’m dizzy.”
“This ancient divine sword resonates with your bloodline...”
“Mom, my hands are shaking.”
Then one day, a mechanical voice suddenly rang out in his sea of consciousness: [Host meets the requirements for binding with the Cultivation Slacker System. This System will help you become an immortal while lying down.] Lu Zhaoran was horrified to discover that simply breathing increased his cultivation, sleeping tempered his body, and even being kicked off a cliff by his cousin could trigger an ancient secret realm to recognize him as its master.
Even more terrifying, every breakthrough brought celestial signs. The Golden Core tribulation drew thirty-six sects into a scramble to recruit disciples; the glow of his Nascent Soul roused reclusive ancestors from seclusion. Even the Demon Venerable came sneaking into his bedroom at night with a copy of The Overbearing Immortal Lord Falls for Me. “I’ve calculated it. Our fates are a perfect match...”
Lu Zhaoran huddled in the corner of his bed, clutching his little quilt. “System, come out! What happened to the slacker System you promised me?”
The mechanical voice crackled: [After assessment, Host has achieved the ‘play the pig to eat the tiger’ accomplishment. The ‘Everyone’s Favorite’ aura is now loading...]
At that moment, the Ziwei Star suddenly blazed outside the window, and a distant bell rang from beyond the Ninth Heaven. Blood-red markings appeared on the jade pendant at his waist. They were unmistakably the cracks in the life-bound sword of the Profound Heaven Sect’s chief disciple, who had fallen three hundred years ago.
