Lin Pingfan stayed up all night and died suddenly, only to wake up as a good-for-nothing with the same name in the cultivation world.
At that moment, his sect was on the verge of being struck from the rolls. Desperate, he reached for the stone stele in the forbidden grounds.
When he opened his eyes again, he was on an ancient battlefield from a thousand years ago.
The dying founding patriarch grabbed him. "Kid, live on in my place!"
An immense cultivation base poured into his body, and he returned to the present with the patriarch's memories.
Facing the cultivators who were eager to have his sect struck from the rolls, Lin Pingfan pulled out his student ID.
"Everyone, hold on. I am the founding patriarch, Lin Xuan!"
The crowd burst into laughter. "An Qi Refining cultivator dares to impersonate the patriarch?"
He raised a hand and activated the sect's protective formation. A thousand swords in the Sword Tomb rang as one.
"Who says the patriarch can't cultivate all over again? Milk tea, livestreams, cultivation-themed merchandise... The sect revitalization plan starts now!"
