After transmigrating into the comprehensive martial arts world as its most useless prince, Zhao Yun only wanted to slack off.
He spent his days cockfighting, walking his dogs, and teasing palace maids. Everyone at court cursed him for disgracing the royal family.
The crown prince wanted to use him as a stepping stone, the martial world wanted to make an example of him, and even the emperor thought he was a joke.
Zhao Yun smiled. Being useless was great. It kept him safe.
But they had no idea:
The mysterious organization White Robe Tower, which swept the Six Fan Gate's wanted list overnight, was led by him.
The peerless master Drunken Immortal, whom even Xiongba of the World Society feared, was also him.
The anonymous Ghost-Handed Scholar, who stirred up the court and made every official tremble, was still him.
When the crown prince framed him and Zhao Yun was forced to appear at court, everyone waited to laugh at him.
"Your humble younger brother only wants to be a good-for-nothing." He lazily pulled out a stack of evidence. "Since Your Highness insists on forcing my hand, I suppose I'll have to... send the Crown Prince on his way."
The entire hall fell silent.
Useless on the surface, a powerhouse underneath. Countless secret identities, and a specialist in putting the defiant in their place.
