The Cultivator Clan: The Good-for-Nothing Patriarch Calls the Shots

Jiang Yue had lost her spiritual root and all her cultivation, yet she accepted the Black Iron Token, symbol of the family head’s authority. Her clan was on the brink of ruin, surrounded by enemies, and everyone was waiting to see how this “good-for-nothing” would bring the family’s last holdings to ruin.

No one knew that an ancient power lay dormant within the token. And no one paid attention to the two seemingly ordinary children by her side: her frail, sickly eldest son, and her second son, who was always bringing “junk” home.

Then her enemies joined forces and stormed the mountain gate, expecting to witness the Jiang clan’s destruction.

As the gate opened, the lame old yellow dog yawned, and its shadow blotted out the sky. The frail young man set down his medicine bowl and said softly, “No spells may be used here.”

As for the legendary good-for-nothing clan head, she simply wiped the corner of her child’s mouth and looked up at the enemy:

“Who gave you permission to disturb my son’s nap?”