Others relied on talent to cultivate immortality. Lin Chen relied on "luck."
At the sect tournament, his opponent tripped over his own feet and fell off the ring. Lin Chen won.
In the depths of the mountains, a demonic beast suddenly went berserk and smashed its head into a tree. Lin Chen survived.
He'd always thought he was a good-for-nothing who scraped by through lies and swindles.
Until one day, the genius childhood sweetheart who had abandoned him returned with people from a major sect and pointed at him.
"He's carrying a priceless treasure. Take him down."
Lin Chen sighed and was just about to raise his hands in surrender.
But then the high-and-mighty big shot opposite him suddenly dropped to his knees with a thud, trembling all over.
"Senior... spare my life."
