The Max-Level Young Master Comes Down the Mountain: You Call This Bitter Cultivation?

[Invincible Protagonist] [Peak-Level Humblebragging] [Sect Life] [Unmatched Family Background] [Overwhelming Skill] [Feel-Good Novel]

Chu Xuan was born into the Longevity Imperial Clan, with a naturally Immaculate Immortal Body. He was ordered to descend to the mortal world and experience the "hardships of an ordinary disciple's cultivation."

Having grown up watching Mahayana maids fly through the air while sweeping the ground, Chu Xuan was deeply uneasy. Cultivators out there had to be insanely competitive. If he performed too poorly, wouldn't he bring shame upon his family?

So, during the sect examinations, he did his utmost to hold back and put on a modest show.

Outer Sect Spirit Root Test: Afraid of making too much of a commotion, he took a gentle half-breath. The sect's century-old Spirit Gathering Pool immediately dried up completely!

Pill Peak Herb Identification: He thought the ancient pill recipes were terrible, so he casually plucked some weeds by the roadside and rubbed them between his bare hands to make a flawless Nine-Turn Pill. A sixth-grade Pill Saint dropped to his knees and cried out, "Grandmaster!"

Sword Mound Battle of the Prodigies: The Inner Sect's number-one battle fanatic summoned heavenly lightning for a desperate slash. Chu Xuan casually broke off a dead pine branch and lightly blocked it. Countless famed swords bowed in submission, while the sect's ancestral sword desperately threw itself at him!

Golden Core Tribulation: A world-ending Nine-Nine Thunder Tribulation came crashing down. He bathed in the countless bolts of lightning like they were warm water, then even tilted his head back and gulped every last drop!

The elders of every peak suffered complete collapses of their Dao hearts, while the sect leader begged him every day through stomach pains: "Young Master, please rein in your powers! The restrictions on our sect ancestors' graves are about to get kicked open by you again!"

Looking at the nine supreme sect seals hanging from his waist, Chu Xuan fell into sincere contemplation:

"Didn't they say Cultivation was a near-certain path to death? I've only been practicing for a month. Why is the whole sect insisting on making me the next sect leader?"