Ling Jin, a disciple of the Qingyun Sect, had dominated the rankings for hundreds of years and was a legend of swordsmanship that overwhelmed his old enemy Xiao Han. Once he got tired of involution, he gave up the glory of the top spot, hid his cultivation at the peak of the Imperial Realm, and lay there in Luoxia Peak for two hundred years, becoming the seventh to last one in the entire sect's laughing stock.
He drank tea in the sun, guarded a spiritual field, and ignored the sect's ranking, but only protected his shortcomings to the bone. When his senior brother Su Qinghe was criticized, he silently supported him; in Cang Yue Kingdom, Mo Chen was in a desperate situation, he rushed thousands of miles to help; when the medical woman Wen Wan was in danger, he drew his sword to break the formation.
The sect's conspiracy is undercurrent, the six kingdoms are raging in war, and the remnant soul of the ancient world lord controls the world's disputes. When the people around him were sucked into the whirlpool, and when his family and country were in ruins, this idle man who had been fighting for three hundred years finally drew his sword out of its sheath.
Not fighting is our true intention, and protecting our shortcomings is our bottom line. In this life, he is not seeking the top spot, nor is he seeking dominance, he is only seeking to protect the people around him, decide the world with one sword, and eventually become an uncrowned king.
