A Hundred-Thousand-Year-Old Ancestor, Here to Set the Rebellious Straight

Synopsis Lin Xuan, founding patriarch of Qingyun Sect, slept for 103,000 years. When he woke, his clothes were ragged and he looked like a beggar, so the disciples guarding the mountain mistook him for a vagrant who had sneaked in. Before he could explain, a Nascent Soul elder from Bloodfiend Sect arrived at the gate, threatening to wipe out the sect and seize its spiritual veins. Lin Xuan glanced up at the mass of black clouds and casually said, “What a racket.” He waved a hand as if shooing away a fly. The sky cleared for thousands of miles. The Nascent Soul elder was sent flying over three mountains. The entire sect fell to its knees. They dug out a pair of yellowed old portraits: the patriarch depicted in them, an immortal with an otherworldly air, looked exactly like the disheveled beggar standing before them. From then on, Qingyun Sect had an old patriarch who spent his days sunbathing and growing radishes. When enemies came, he casually swatted them away. When experts from the sacred lands sought his guidance, he offered a few words of advice. When the celestial court from the upper realm came to recruit him, he turned them down because the pay was too low. Someone finally worked up the courage to ask what level of cultivation he had reached. He took a bite of a spiritual fruit without even raising his eyes. “Don't ask. If you do, you'll all have to kneel again.” The legend from 100,000 years ago had returned to collect his debts. No bitter cultivation, just lie flat. He casually crushes every fool who overestimates themselves.