Li Xiaoyao, the young master of one of the top immortal sects on the Five Continents, quietly leaves home, hoping to experience the cultivation world as an ordinary person.
But as soon as he enters the first inn, the owner mistakes him for a mark and tries to fleece him.
Looking at the fierce-looking “experts” before him, Li Xiaoyao sighs and silently draws his rather unremarkable wooden sword.
With one swing, the entire black-market inn turns to ash.
The spies from the great families, hiding nearby, stare in disbelief. “I-Is this really that legendary good-for-nothing who supposedly can't cultivate?”
Li Xiaoyao simply puts away his wooden sword and says softly to the ruins, “I took the act of a helpless fool too far. I'd better find somewhere else to eat.”
