The Ninth Elder Is Slacking Off Again Today

The Wujian Sect is known throughout the cultivation world as the "Shameless Sect."

Its disciples win fights by ganging up on people and duels with underhanded tricks. When they win, they swagger around; when they lose, they run for it. Everyone in the cultivation world spits at the mention of the Wujian Sect: "Shameless!"

And yet, they're absurdly strong, and no one can do a thing about them.

Lin Yu somehow got swindled into joining this sect.

Somehow, he took a master. Somehow, he formed a core? Somehow, he became the "Ninth Elder" without even knowing his master's name.

The other elders each had their own peak and magnificent halls. What he got was a single mountain-god shrine, so dilapidated the wind blew right through it.

The welcome gifts from his senior brothers and sisters weren't magical treasures or pills, but a set of woodworking tools and a copy of The Exploitation of the Works of Nature.

"Do it yourself, and you'll have enough to eat," the eldest senior brother said impassively.

Lin Yu accepted his lot.

Now that he was the Ninth Elder, he might as well take it easy. Cultivation was up to fate, fighting depended on his mood, and his daily routine consisted of roasting rabbits, cracking sunflower seeds, and figuring out how to avoid work.

Gradually, everyone began to notice something was off.

He seemed to be cultivating far too quickly. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation... He'd covered in a year the road that took others decades or even a century.

Wait, Nascent Soul?

His senior brothers and sisters looked at him with increasingly complicated expressions. "Where did you come from, anyway?"

Lin Yu scratched his head. "I don't know either. I just kept practicing, and then this happened."

Until one day, heavenly tribulation descended, and the seal that had endured for ages began to loosen...

At last, Lin Yu remembered who he was...