Qin Xiao is a classic trust-fund kid who plans to coast through life doing nothing. Or rather, he’s the heir to a family of Daoists who plans to coast through life doing nothing. The Qin family was once a renowned orthodox sect that vanquished demons and evil spirits. By his generation, all that remains is a dilapidated temple, a sickly grandfather, and Qin Xiao, a half-baked Daoist who can’t even tell the Supreme Lord Lao from the Heavenly Worthy of Primordial Beginning.
His daily routine: slack off, listen to audiobooks, and occasionally go to the temple to deal with worshippers for a little pocket money. His greatest dream is to coast through life and reach old age in peace.
Then one day, the Bloodhand Sect, a group of wicked cultivators, comes knocking, threatening to wipe out his family. To protect his only remaining relative, his grandfather, and hold on to the pitiful scraps of his family inheritance, Qin Xiao is forced to pick up their rusty ancestral peachwood sword.
Who would have thought that, in his desperation, he would accidentally awaken the sword’s spiritual power and grievously wound the leader of the wicked cultivators with a single slash?
“I’m not a Daoist! I don’t know any Daoist magic!” Qin Xiao wails.
“Then how do you explain what you just did?” asks his grandfather, who has instantly gone from sickly old man to hidden expert, sounding both pleased and stern.
“...Maybe the ancestral peachwood sword swung itself?”
From then on, the Qin family’s last good-for-nothing heir is forced onto the path of Daoist cultivation. Hunted by the Bloodhand Sect, faced with lurking monsters and fiends, the secrets his family has guarded for generations, and a soul-suppressing sword that can always “cheat” at just the right moment, Qin Xiao complains, “What kind of ridiculous setup is this?” while gritting his teeth and fighting monsters to level up.
“I’m not learning the Dao to vanquish demons and evil spirits. I just want to survive!”
“...And maybe renovate the family temple, then find a pretty
