Lying Flat, I Make the Sword Saint Beg for My Help

[Slow-Burn + Laugh-Out-Loud Comedy + Invincible Protagonist + Dihua Effect + One Male Lead + Absolutely No Cultivation, Just Sleeping]

Anle Town has a famously lazy slacker named Gu Changle.

He has three great passions in life: sunbathing, taking afternoon naps, and dodging the rent.

Then one day, the Black Tiger Gang kicked down his door to demand protection money. One of them struck the stone lion by his doorway, and with it, the entire martial world went off-kilter.

“Please, don't make me fight!”

Hugging his warm jade fishing rod from the Eastern Sea, Gu Changle curled up on his lounge chair and sobbed.

“If I make a move, the sky will fall. Can you handle that?”

No one believed him.

And so

The young leader of the Canglang Sword Alliance knelt at his door for three days and nights, begging him to draw his sword;

The demoness of the Nine Nether Demon Sect climbed through his window in the middle of the night, begging for his approval;

The female CEO of the Ten Thousand Merchants Bank showered him with mountains of gold and silver, begging him to become their honored patron.

Gu Changle stayed sprawled out. “I won't do it even if you pay me more, unless you throw in meals, lodging, and afternoon naps!”

Later, the martial world came to live by one saying:

“If the sky falls, Gu Changle will hold it up. And if he can't, then we can all just keep sleeping!”