In his previous life, Jiang Xian spent three thousand years grinding away and finally became an unrivaled Immortal Venerable, only to die of exhaustion beneath the heavenly lightning during his tribulation.
Reborn on the day he first joined the Cloudhide Sect, Jiang Xian made up his mind: To hell with cultivation. I’m retiring!
While others secluded themselves for arduous training, he went fishing in the back mountains.
While others fought over secret realms, he used a top-tier alchemy furnace to cook hot pot.
While others fought until they were bloodied over a flying sword, he used divine artifacts as fire pokers.
Then one day, the Demon Cult launched a massive invasion. The sect’s protective formation shattered, and the whole sect was on the brink of destruction.
Annoyed by the Demon Lord’s racket while roasting chicken, Jiang Xian casually flung out his fishing rod and hooked the vainglorious Nascent Soul monster down from the sky. “Give me a light. My chicken wings aren’t cooked yet.”
The entire sect: “??? So Senior Brother was the peerless master all along!”
Jiang Xian: “Don’t make things up. I’m just an idle nobody watching the gate.”
