The musty Scripture Pavilion was the Lin family's chosen grave for Lin Zhao, the “bastard.”
Copying scriptures?
Just another way to wait for death.
Then a flash of green light appeared at his fingertips: [Ding! Proficiency Panel activated: Azure Cloud Art 13%, copying +5% per day]!
Stuck at the ninth level of Qi Refining for three years?
Copy the Primordial Art ten times, and the bottleneck shatters!
The clan's favored prodigies block the door to humiliate him?
Practice the Blazing Sun Fist for three days, reach 100% proficiency, and beat the other guy so badly even his own mother wouldn't recognize him!
As the prompt [Foundation Establishment Pill Refining: 90%, Epiphany triggered!] flashes, Lin Zhao rubs the jade slip containing the pill recipe he secretly copied, a chilling gleam in his eyes. “Call me a bastard? Laugh at my humble origins? When my pills are ready, just wait and see who rules the immortal path!”
With that kind of novel, I don't know what you are still doing in this family.
Death from poison.