[The Survivalist Senior Brother Can't Carry Us, and His Teammates Are All Drama Queens!]
My name is He Wang, the most cautious cultivator in the Xuantian Sect.
With my divination skills, I safely made it to Foundation Establishment. My path to immortality looked bright, and I was on the verge of a peaceful, long life.
Then my master brought home three little tyrants:
A genius with a lightning spiritual root, arrogant and unruly, who openly wants to steal my position as the master's true disciple.
A hulking muscleman, simple-minded and brawny, who asks me who to beat up all day long.
A frail junior sister who can only chop enough wood to make a bird's nest, but might have been possessed by a powerful being...
Looking at the peak about to be torn apart, I pulled out a copper coin. "Divination: Is it still in time to run away?"
The reading said: Great misfortune. This calamity has no solution!
I meant to hide my strength and quietly cultivate the survivalist way, but I never expected that the junior disciples who seemed to love causing trouble were all hiding even more than I was!
