After sleeping for many years, Yanzhi is awakened by a shepherd boy.
The boy has poor judgment and mistakes a peerless immortal sword for a fire poker.
Yanzhi: Fine, a fire poker is pretty good too.
Unexpectedly, the boy has a bit of spiritual talent and can hear him speak.
On a whim, Yanzhi calls himself Patriarch Shao and makes the boy do all sorts of chores every day.
A divine weapon appears, and a great drought ravages the land.
All the boy's sheep die, so he has no choice but to carry the fire poker for thousands of miles and join an immortal sect as a fire tender.
Yanzhi has a vague feeling that this plot seems familiar, but since he can't remember why, he lets it go.
However, on the very day the boy finally manages to enter the inner sect, a pair of blood-red eyes fixes on Yanzhi's true form.
The immortal lord seated above them speaks:
"Han Muzhi, present the sword at your waist."
"Why are you carrying this venerable one's sword?"
"And where is the sword spirit inside it?!"
Yanzhi remembers.
This is a good-for-nothing-to-hero novel!
Wait, what are you two doing?!
Oh no! Two generations of chosen heroes are fighting over me!
Theme: We all have a bright future ahead.
