Lin Ye has a simple goal in cultivating immortality: grow stronger, survive the tribulation, tear open the void, and go home!
His methods of cultivation, however, are anything but proper.
When Zhao Tian, the outer sect’s top swordsman, pointed his sword at Lin Ye’s nose and ordered him to kneel, flaunting the might of his peak ninth Qi Refining layer...
Lin Ye’s System chimed in: [Ding! Mission: The Genius’s Downfall! Requirement: Deliver a kick that leaves him unable to have children! Reward: Generous!]
Lin Ye looked at the arrogant genius, then felt the pitiful Qi of his own third Qi Refining layer and sighed.
“Senior Brother Zhao, forgive me. I’m doing this because life leaves me no choice. It’s all for... going home.”
The next moment, dust clouded the air, and a ghostly figure flashed past!
A piercing scream rang across the martial arts arena, announcing the sudden rise of Lin Ye, the master of the “Kick That Leaves You Childless”!
From then on, the geniuses of the Qingyun Sect suffered the biggest setbacks of their careers.
They weren’t afraid of peerless swordsmanship or abundant spiritual power. What scared them was Lin Ye’s innocent-looking face, and the “kind” smile he’d suddenly give them before... pulling out a handful of sand? A brick? Or aiming for a certain unmentionable place?
Lin Ye was helpless too. The System’s missions were more “underhanded” than the last, but the rewards were just too tempting. To get home as soon as possible, he could only accept titles like “Grandmaster of Low Blows,” “Brick Immortal,” and “Master of Dirty Tricks,” all while weeping on the outside and rejoicing on the inside.
This was a journey home paved with “bricks” and “kicks that leave you childless.”
Lin Ye: “Don’t ask why I’m so good at this. The System made me do it. Life’s tough!”
The geniuses and elders: “You think you’re so noble! So impressive! You’re using us as stepping-stones to get home!”
