After going from prison guard to a live-in son-in-law of an immortal sect, Chen Fusheng discovered that his father-in-law spent every day drinking and visiting brothels.
His wife, Shangguan Feng'er, was always off cultivating, nowhere to be seen.
With nothing to do as a son-in-law, he could only help manage the immortal sect.
One day, Chen Fusheng was once again dozing in a rocking chair under the sun when Shangguan Feng'er's maid asked him:
"Young Master, why are you so rich you could rival a nation at such a young age?"
"Young Master, why do so many people on the Xianlan Continent show you respect?"
"Young Master, why can't I sense your spiritual pressure, yet you can kill a Nascent Soul elder with a single counterattack?"
"Young Master... why...?"
Chen Fusheng rolled over and lazily replied, "I'm only managing a small sect. How could it be as hard as the Netherworld Prison?"
The little maid shrank her neck when she heard that.
The Netherworld Prison held nothing but peerless big shots.
The prison had nine levels at most!
The head of our immortal sect could only rank as high as the third level there.
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