My father, Qin Feng, began as a dirt-poor farmhand with his face to the soil and his back to the sky. He worked his way up from menial labor in the spirit fields to spirit-plant cultivator, servant disciple, and outer disciple, eventually becoming the youngest steward in the outer sect. He managed over a hundred people and became a role model to the servant disciples.
Now Father is old and about to step down. It’s time for me to inherit his position, the second-generation immortal taking over the family business.
I’m Qin Fen, an immortal scion born with spirit stones in my mouth. I started out as an outer disciple managing a hundred acres of spirit fields, a far higher starting point than my father ever had. And now I’ve been reborn, with a deep understanding that in the cultivation world, weakness is the original sin and strength is everything.
So I work even harder than my father, swearing to climb to the heavens.
But on the road to invincibility, there are always dissenting voices.
[Self-Made Disciple]: Qin Fen, you piece of trash! So what if you have a good father? What’s there to brag about? If I were an immortal scion, I’d be stronger and more dazzling than you.
[Immortal Scion]: Qin Fen, you think you can fight? What good is that? If you want to make it in this world, you need power and connections. In the eyes of us true elites, you’re nothing but a nobody.
[Qin Fen]: Come on, guys, I’m only a tiny bit stronger. What are you all so jealous about?
