Lin Chen woke up to find that he had become a seven-year-old child in the cultivation world, yet he bore the title of the sect's most senior grand-uncle. From the sect master down to the elders, everyone was his disciple or grand-disciple, and wherever he went, his seniority left everyone in awe.
While others fought tooth and nail for cultivation resources and risked their lives to survive tribulations, all he wanted was to hug some spirit fruit and lounge on a cloud bed, lying flat in peace as a little grand-uncle who could eat his fill and wait to die.
But could someone please tell him why the entire sect was full of Tribulation Transcendence experts, lining up every day to kneel before him and beg for a word of guidance?
A casual complaint from him became a maxim for breaking through a bottleneck;
A little trinket he fiddled with became a heaven-defying treasure;
His plainspoken remarks based on modern common sense completely reshaped the sect's approach to cultivation on the spot.
He only wanted to lie flat, yet somehow he ended up turning the sect into the number one immortal sect in the Three Realms.
The adorable yet fierce little grand-uncle planted her hands on her hips. “I really only know how to lie flat! I can't advise anyone on ruling the world!”
The sect's powerful experts bowed respectfully. “Grand-uncle, you're too modest!”
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