She transmigrated into the body of a family good-for-nothing with shattered spiritual roots, someone anyone could bully.
Lin Yue thought this was how his life would go.
That was until one late night, when he awakened in a dilapidated woodshed.
The so-called “useless spiritual root” turned out to be a Chaos Spiritual Root, one rarely seen in ten thousand years.
He cultivated ten times faster than ordinary people.
But the heavenly lightning he faced during tribulations was ten times stronger, too.
The first time he broke through to the ninth rank, lightning struck down, and everyone within fifty kilometers thought some mighty expert was undergoing a great tribulation.
The family elders fell to their knees: “We welcome the Ancestor out of seclusion!”
In the woodshed, Lin Yue dusted himself off and said without expression:
“Sorry, I only… broke through to the eighth rank.”
