The spiritual tide in the cultivation world has ebbed. Everyone struggles and competes, grinding themselves to the bone.
Lin Xian, a young man with a wasted spiritual root from the Qingyang Lin Clan, wakes from an afternoon nap to inherit an ancient legacy of idleness: don't compete, don't train, don't panic, and the lazier you are, the stronger you become.
While others meditate, he sleeps. While others fight over treasures, he fishes. While others battle to the death in the clan tournament, he lies by the cliff snacking on melon seeds. The whole clan calls him useless, and even his little sister is worried for him.
Then, at the coming-of-age clan tournament, he sends the top prodigy of the ninth Qi Refining Layer flying with a single palm, despite being only at the second layer, and says lazily, "I told you, I just came here to sleep."
The harder you push yourself, the faster I grow. Try stepping on me, and you're just handing me experience.
This cultivation world has been grinding away for three hundred years. It's about time it took a vacation.
