The Founding Patriarch

The founding patriarch was reborn overnight, waking up in the body of his unfilial descendant, Liu Mian.

This descendant was neither scholarly nor martial, a lovesick pretty-boy chaser who cared about looks. He had more beloved big brothers than he could count on his fingers and toes. Born a flirt and lazy by nature, he'd grown into a good-for-nothing who loved doing nothing, with a slick tongue and no ambition.

The little wastrel had no desire to improve himself and only dreamed of being kept as a pretty boy. Every day, he dressed up like a peacock showing off its plumage and paraded in front of his fiance.

Then came the complete package: a broken engagement, an assassination attempt, and a trip to the mass grave.

The little wastrel lay in the mass grave, sobbing. He thought that if he died like this, his fiance would surely be heartbroken and remember how good he'd been.

The patriarch was furious. He tapped his unworthy descendant on the forehead and scolded him, "Are you stupid? Are you stupid? Someone could sell you, and you'd still count the money for them! How could an heir of the greatest sect under heaven end up like this? How could you let yourself be beneath others? Have some pride! If you're going to sleep with men, you have to be the one on top!"

He had been the founding patriarch of the greatest sect under heaven, the number one cultivator eight hundred years ago. The sect had flourished, with everything thriving. Eight hundred years later, surely his disciples and their descendants would be unstoppable...

Liu Mian: "What greatest sect under heaven? It collapsed ages ago!"

The current Sect Master, a penniless wreck with a damaged core and crippled cultivation, returned to the mountain and took one look: ...

Wait, how did it collapse?!

He'd had such a vast estate! So many mountain peaks! Not one of his descendants had managed to get back on their feet?

Useless!

The once towering and illustrious greatest sect under heaven had been pawned off by its "dutiful descendants" until all that remained was a small plot of poor farmland, a thatched hut, and a basket of sweet potatoes.

The founding patriarch wept over the land for fifteen minutes, then drove the useless little wastrel out of the sect and set off to establish his own.

The unworthy descendant munched on a sweet potato and wailed, asking what he planned to do.

The patriarch gazed at the sky. "Naturally, I'm going back to my old trade."

Cultivating, farming, making money, begging, and reviving the sect!

A flirtatious, lazy pretty-boy wastrel of a bottom x a chuuni, domineering ancestor who works himself to death

Two souls in one body

Synopsis revised after publication

Theme: Starting from nothing, working hard to build a whole new world.