Lin Yuan could even feel arcs of electricity crackling faintly through his bloodstream.
“Awesome!”
He stretched lazily, feeling stronger than ever before.
The Primordial Sacred Body handled auto-leveling, while the Nine Heavens Thunder Emperor Scripture provided world-shattering offensive power.
This combination was flawless!
…
The next morning.
When the first ray of sunlight streamed through the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, Lin Yuan slowly woke up.
He was curled up on a ten-million-yuan exotic beast leather sofa, too lazy to lift even a finger.
“Young Master, you’re awake.”
An elderly butler in a tailcoat, with perfectly combed hair, approached with a respectful bow. Behind him were two beautiful maids—one carrying toiletries, the other a tray of translucent spirit fruits glowing with aura.
Lin Yuan opened his mouth slightly.
One of the maids immediately fed him a peeled amethyst grape.
The sweet juice and pure spiritual energy exploded in his mouth, flowing down his throat and nourishing his internal organs.
This was the life of a top-tier second-generation elite—decadent and dull.
Butler Zhong, watching Lin Yuan lying there like a salted fish with everything handed to him, couldn’t help but feel a trace of helplessness and worry in his eyes.
In the past, even though the Young Master was obsessed with that Li girl, at least he trained diligently and had a sharp edge to him.
But ever since rejecting her yesterday, he had completely changed… becoming utterly lazy.
An entire day had passed—besides eating and sleeping, he just laid around in a daze.
This kind of state made Zhong, who had watched Lin Yuan grow up, feel deeply uneasy.
He quietly withdrew.
Then, entering a hidden room, he used a special encrypted communication device to report both the footage and his concerns to the Lin Family’s pillar of strength.
…
Celestial Dragon Nation, Northern Territory, a vast, frozen no-man’s land.
This was humanity’s forbidden zone, where countless terrifying beasts roamed.
Atop an icy mountain stood a towering figure like a god.
Burly, with long white hair flying wildly, just his presence distorted the surrounding space. Snowstorms didn’t dare come within 100 meters of him.
It was Lin Yuan’s grandfather—the legendary Martial God who had protected the nation for a century—Lin Zhan!
“Roar!”
A deafening roar echoed.
From beneath the ice, a colossal Nine-Headed Serpent Emperor burst forth, each of its monstrous heads exhaling soul-freezing frost as it lunged toward Lin Zhan.
This beast could easily annihilate a large city.
But Lin Zhan didn’t even raise an eyebrow. With a casual wave of his hand, he struck through the air.
“Noisy.”
BOOM!
The sky split open.
A massive palm formed from boundless spiritual energy appeared out of thin air and slammed down with apocalyptic might!
That arrogant Nine-Headed Serpent Emperor didn’t even have time to scream before being crushed deep into the earth’s core.
The glaciers for hundreds of kilometers around instantly vanished into nothingness.
Lin Zhan acted like he had just swatted a fly.
Then, the communicator on his wrist beeped.
With a tap, the screen lit up, revealing Butler Zhong’s face.
“Young Master remains in a lying flat state today. This morning, he was fed three purple jade grapes. Mental and physical health are both stable…”
As Lin Zhan read the report, emotions stirred in his eyes—complicated and unreadable.
There was disappointment, helplessness, but even more… exhaustion.
Behind him, a middle-aged general in military uniform with a deep, oppressive aura stepped forward respectfully, “Martial God, the demonic tide beneath Abyss Pass has been suppressed by you again. However… this message from within the nation—should we take action?”
Lin Zhan waved him off, his eyes still fixed on the communicator.
Those few simple lines felt more troublesome than billions of demons.
He let out a long sigh, heavy and weary.
“Sigh…”
“Forget it. Let him be.”
He waved his hand, voice tired. “That brat used to chase after some girl all day. Shameful. Now he knows to lie at home and enjoy life—that’s progress, in a way…”
“As long as he doesn’t stir up trouble or go out simping again, he can lie however he wants.”
“My grandson, even if he lies flat like mud, no one in this world dares touch him!”
With that, the communicator shut off.
Lin Zhan looked once more toward the icy plains, his eyes sharp as blades.
As long as he still stood—he would hold up the sky, so his descendants could lie flat without fear!
…
Celestial Dragon Nation.
Capital Martial Arts Academy, advanced cultivation class.
In a spacious, well-lit training room.
Dozens of students sat cross-legged, attentively listening as the instructor explained techniques for circulating spiritual energy.
In the back row corner, Lin Yuan was sleeping soundly against the wall, almost drooling.
To him, whatever the teacher was explaining wasn’t even half as efficient as lying down and auto-cultivating. Attending class was a complete waste of time.
Just then, a sweet fragrance wafted over.
Li Xuan’er walked gracefully to Lin Yuan’s desk.
She had clearly dressed up today. Her light blue dress highlighted her snow-white skin and pure, delicate aura.
Having learned from yesterday’s humiliation, she now wore a sweet and charming smile, her voice soft and syrupy.
“Brother Lin Yuan, wake up~”
Her tone wasn’t too loud, but just enough for the surrounding students to hear.
Instantly, all eyes—including the teacher’s—turned toward them.
“Damn, again?!”
“Queen Li is hitting up Lin Yuan again. What’s she trying to get this time?”
“Drama incoming. Look at Lin Yuan—bet he’ll wag his tail and say yes again.”
“Everyone knows she’s tight with that civilian genius Ye Xuan. Everything she gets from Lin Yuan probably ends up with him.”
The students all whispered and smirked, eager for the drama—ready to watch Lin Yuan go full simp again in the year’s best emotional tragedy.
Li Xuan’er ignored the gossip completely.
She confidently looked at Lin Yuan, still smiling sweetly, and said in her soft, sticky voice, “Brother Lin Yuan, I’ve hit a bottleneck in cultivation lately and I’m just about to break through. I only need an ‘Ice Soul Orchid’ to stabilize my realm. Could you help me, please~?”
As she spoke, she twisted her slender waist slightly and blinked her big, watery eyes at him with a pitiful expression.
This was her signature move. In the past, Lin Yuan had zero resistance to it.
But this time, the Lin Yuan she faced had already changed.
Awakened by the noise, Lin Yuan slowly opened his drowsy eyes. He couldn’t even be bothered to lift his eyelids as he gave her a lazy glance.
Ice Soul Orchid?
He remembered that was for Ye Xuan, wasn’t it?
In the original novel, Ye Xuan’s cultivation had gone awry. Cold energy invaded his body, and he nearly went berserk. It was that Ice Soul Orchid that saved him—and even helped him comprehend ice-based techniques.
You want to take my treasure to save your precious boy?
Lin Yuan’s lips curled into a mocking smirk. Without even blinking, he parted his lips and said one word.
“Get lost.”