The entire sect thinks he's useless, so he settles into being useless, until someone lays a hand on the wrong person.
With cultivation at the late stage of the Lingkong Realm and a position as steward of the Binlang Pavilion, he spends his days among scraps of metal. Lu Heng hides his edge so completely that no one can see it. He neither competes nor vies for anything, never steps into the limelight, and lives like the least cultivator-like person in the entire sect. But on the night the sect leader dies while undergoing tribulation and chaos engulfs the sect, he takes in a little fox-clan maid whose tail has been cut off. From that moment on, anyone who still takes him for useless will pay the price.
The schemer plotting to swallow up the sect comes calling. He takes them apart. The spiritual energy of the mortal world is withering, but all he cares about is whether the people around him are living well. The crack threatening to split the heavens grows wider and wider, yet he still says the same thing: “I don't like saving the world.” But if anyone dares lay a hand on his people, he'll overturn the whole board himself. He seeks no immortal throne and bows to no heaven or earth. The eyes of an ordinary man see more clearly than those of the immortals above.
The end of the road is not an immortal throne. It is where he began, and a place those people can never reach, no matter how hard they chase him.
