Orgulho Supremo

“I’m not going. I refuse. My talent is poor—sixteen years old and still haven’t opened my veins. I’m not cut out for cultivation.”

In the Lin family’s council hall, a youth in purple robes waved his arms in indignation, his voice full of righteous fury.

Lin Zhennan, head of the Lin family, looked at this unambitious, pampered scion before him and could only feel a headache coming on.

Beside him, the Grand Elder chuckled and said, “Ah Hao, the Tai Xuan Sect has granted our Lin family just one place. The entire Tianbao City has only this single spot. I don’t need to tell you how precious it is. Since this quota has been given to you, you should cherish it. With demons running rampant these days, the sons of the Lin family should be filled with integrity and compassion for all under heaven. Remember what a peerless hero your father once was—”

“Stop right there!”

Lin Hao waved dismissively, cutting the Grand Elder short with a sneer. “Speak plainly, and don’t mention my father. Besides, if the spot is so precious, why not let your son Lin Yang go?”

Cultivation? It’s far too arduous for my taste. I, Lin Hao, am not cut out to suffer. The Lin family is a martial household in Tianbao City. Living as a second-generation scion here, free and easy, is a far more pleasant fate.

At that moment, a boy on crutches hobbled in, leaning heavily on one leg. He offered Lin Hao a ‘simple-minded’ smile. “Brother Hao, my leg’s broken.”

The Grand Elder laughed slyly. “I knew you’d say that. I broke my son’s leg yesterday—he’s not going anywhere.”