On the day Lin Qingxin descended to the mortal realm, the entire continent learned that a genius had arrived, and that this genius came from an illustrious background, supposedly from the Immortal Realm.
Lin Qingxin: I’m just a poor sword cultivator.
The second-generation cultivators: Shut up! Put away those divine artifacts before you call yourself poor!
Later, everyone got used to it, and things only got more and more absurd.
When heavenly lightning comes, all you have to do is shout, “Little Junior Sister is my ancestor!”
The next moment, the lightning mysteriously veers off course.
When someone bullies you, all you have to do is shout up at the sky, “We’re Little Junior Sister’s lackeys!”
Those people all run off trembling. And if you ask why, it’s because one second later, they’d be blasted to ashes by heavenly lightning.
