The Male Lead of a Web Novel Is My Senior Brother

I'm an utterly ordinary person who transmigrated into an utterly ordinary little sect.

Cultivating immortality is great. It prolongs your life and is perfect for retirement.

That's what I thought, but my senior brother seems to disagree.

On my first day after transmigrating, my senior brother took me to the immortal sect. A fairy dressed in fine clothes descended from the sky and said she wanted to break off her engagement to him.

A line of golden text appeared above her head: Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river. Never look down on a poor young man.

My senior brother said, "Who are you? Keep your prophecy to yourself."

Then he was struck by lightning and charred black.

On my second day after transmigrating, my senior brother took me to choose a sword. A disciple from a major sect showed up to cause trouble for him.

Another line of golden text appeared above the disciple's head: I'm no longer who I used to be. You insignificant fools had better not overestimate yourselves.

My senior brother said he couldn't beat them, and three more bolts of thunder crashed down.

The disciples fled in disarray. "Can this man summon the divine thunder of the heavens?!"

My senior brother: "?"

On my third day after transmigrating, a ring containing a mysterious space and a profound old man fell in front of my senior brother. The words "Fortuitous Treasure" slowly appeared on it.

My senior brother tried to pretend he hadn't seen it and led me around it.

Thunder rumbled overhead. I advised him, "Senior Brother, maybe you'd better take it."

My senior brother said, "All right."

As everyone knows, the path of a chosen hero is bright and promising.

As a lazy person, I naturally cling to his coattails.

When Senior Brother talks tough, I cheer. When he fights monsters, I applaud. When he gets hurt, I patch him up.

Senior Brother does the hard work, and the spirit stones go into my pocket.

A classic power fantasy, lovely, lovely.

A chosen hero, lovely, lovely.

My senior brother led our sect to greatness all by himself. I followed him around, enjoying the good food and drink and freeloading, convinced I was just some utterly ordinary passerby.

Until one day, a rumor spread that the junior sister of Xiaoyao Peak was holding a martial arts tournament to choose a husband. I was hauled onto the viewing platform in my sleep, where I saw the challengers lying in a heap.

Amid a riot of flowers, my senior brother gave a cold laugh on the fighting stage. "My junior sister is not someone you can covet."

Me: "..."

Oh no, I think Senior Brother's really gotten into character.

[Reluctant Chosen Hero x Lazy Junior Sister]

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