Lin Fan is the only good-for-nothing in a cultivation family, but he's perfectly calm.
After all, he knows there's not a single normal person in the family.
The lame old man sweeping the backyard used to be a Sword Demon who carved his way through the Nine Heavens.
The blind old woman flipping food in the kitchen can see through the cycle of reincarnation when she opens her eyes.
Even the stray dog at the gate can swallow half a spiritual vein with a yawn.
The entire family's one point of agreement: Lin Fan is too weak, so they have to spoil him.
And so...
A prodigy mocks him? The whole clan disappears the next day.
A sacred sect issues a warrant for him? The sect collapses that very night.
His fiancee breaks off their engagement? His family is even more fired up than he is: "Just wait. We'll go dig up her family's ancestral graves!"
Lin Fan just wants to lie flat and be a lazy fish, but one day he looks in the mirror and sees an ancient god standing behind him.
That's when he realizes that the family has been guarding this shabby courtyard for one reason: to protect him.
While the prodigies of myriad worlds fight over a single strand of immortal fortune,
Lin Fan munches on a roasted sweet potato made by his second uncle and wonders:
"I don't even have spiritual energy. Why does everyone call me the Heavenly Dao?"
