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Transmigrating into the cultivation world was exactly what Qiu Yuan had always dreamed of. Why? Because Qiu Yuan is a man driven by pure vanity; to him, failing to look legendary is a fate worse than death.

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The eldest legitimate son of the Qiu Clan, Qiu Yuan, is renowned throughout the cultivation realm as a once-in-a-century marvel. Legend has it that on the day of his birth, a violent thunderstorm was raging—until the moment he cried out. Instantly, the sky cleared into ten thousand miles of crimson sunset as a hundred phoenixes sang in harmony. A divine omen for a divine talent.

Years later, the masses still speak of him in hushed, reverent tones:

Passerby A: "Indeed! Young Master Qiu, a vision in snow-white robes, once took down forty-eight demons with a single gust-borne strike—and not a single drop of blood dared to stain his sleeves."

Passerby B: "He is a titan among men. He mastered Qi at birth, established his Foundation at seven, and formed his Golden Core by sixteen. Such genius is simply unheard of!"

The Reality: Qiu Yuan is no miracle child. He’s just... slightly more talented than average.

That "divine omen" at his birth? He spent his months in the womb eavesdropping on his parents’ conversations to track weather patterns, taking mental notes so frantically they nearly sparked, all to calculate the exact second to emerge for maximum dramatic effect.

As for his title as the "eldest legitimate son"? He nearly lost it. His father had a fleet of wives and concubines; four siblings were born that very same day, and three of them began their "descent" before him. To ensure he held the most prestigious title in the family, Qiu Yuan gripped his own umbilical cord and scrambled out like a man possessed, successfully beating the second son by a single minute.

His reputation as a genius is the ultimate facade. He maintains his lead through backbreaking, secret overwork—scouring forbidden realms in the dead of night just to keep his cultivation level high enough to impress.

His swordplay looks "divine" only because he practiced over twenty different theatrical draws.

His hair flutters perfectly in the wind because he’s up at 3:00 AM every morning for a rigorous hair-care routine.

He remains bloodless in battle only because his robes are meticulously coated in a secret, high-grade waterproof wax...

Through sheer image branding, Qiu Yuan successfully cons his way into the world’s top sect and becomes the sole disciple of the greatest sword master alive.

The Great Sword Ancestor, Fu Tianzhao, is a man of extreme functionalism. To him, the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. When he first saw his disciple flourishing his blade dozens of times just to make one simple cut, he initially thought the boy was just profoundly confused.

After a while, the truth finally dawned on him.

His disciple wasn't confused. He was just pathologically incapable of not showing off.