My Sweet Little Brother Is a Cunning Big Shot

Chaos Origin Qi? Fragments of Innate Dao Patterns? Wu Lin’s consciousness stirred ever so slightly, like a stone dropped into a deep pool, sending invisible ripples through this crimson world within the womb. An immense, unimaginable surge of pure origin energy and fragments containing the profound truths of the Great Dao flowed into his sea of consciousness and deep into his body, both of which had long since been tempered to a resilience like that of a cosmic star core. There was no earth-shaking commotion, only a quiet sense of fulfillment, as though everything had fallen naturally into place and returned to its original simplicity. In the depths of his dantian, the Dao Fruit formed from boundless immortal essence and inscribed with countless Dao-pattern runes had one final, nearly imperceptible crack. At that moment, it finally sealed completely, shining with an eternal, flawless brilliance.

The pinnacle of the lower realm, the ultimate state of power! With a single thought, he could summon the tribulation lightning of ascension and break through the realm barrier.

Yet Wu Lin’s consciousness merely brushed over the perfected Dao Fruit before locking away, restraining, and putting to rest its boundless power. Ascend? No, it was far too soon. The bits and pieces he had “heard” over the past eighteen years drifted through the depths of his mind.

The Yong’an Marquis’s Estate, the Wu family. Nobility of the Lin Tian Dynasty. It sounded pretty good, didn’t it? A pity he had been born in the wrong era, and in the wrong place. This was a glorious age of flourishing immortal cultivation and competing myriad races. Seven great dynasties stood side by side, while immortal sects looked down upon the mortal world. Every ten years, they opened their gates wide to select gifted young men and women with spiritual roots from among the seven dynasties, those who could set foot on the path of immortality.

And yet the Lin Tian Dynasty, the land that had given Wu Lin life, seemed like an abandoned child, completely forgotten by the Heavenly Dao. For a hundred years! A full hundred years