I inherited a dilapidated sect. My only prize was a founding patriarch with dark circles under his eyes and laziness in his bones.
He fought with a wave of his hand, governed by daydreaming, and had only two hobbies: petting foxes and reading "picture books."
I thought I'd latched onto an invincible powerhouse, but four senior and junior sisters nearly tore the sect apart over the title of "chief Dao companion."
Even more absurdly, a sword immortal he could never win over, a shrewd merchant queen, and an innocent, naive Wu Clan saintess were all tangled up with him in complicated ways...
At last, as I watched our old patriarch surrounded by a bunch of goddesses and lunatics, I broke down and asked, "Patriarch, just how many romantic debts did you rack up back then?"
He yawned, his eyes blank.
"Huh? Did I? It's been too long. I don't remember."
[Invincible Protagonist + Multiple Heroines + Slice-of-Life Cultivation + Lighthearted Comedy]
