Lu Xian turned one year old, and the atmosphere in the Lu Empire shifted from "competitive sabotage" to "total coordination."

  My six siblings had held a secret meeting in the Void-Sealing Pavilion. I knew this because my Space Root allowed me to sense the ripples in the air, even if I was supposed to be napping.

  "The goal is simple," Lu Tianhao, the Eldest, announced to the group. "Xian-er is a once-in-an-eternity all-rounder. If he becomes Emperor, I can finally start my tour of the 18 Realms of the Divine Realm. I want to see the Primordial Seas, not tax reports."

  "Agreed," Lu Jianfeng, the Sword Genius, leaned against his True Immortal Grade blade. "If he takes the throne, I can retreat to the Frozen Peaks to perfect my 9★ Heaven-Grade sword technique. I don't want to lead an army; I want to be the sword."

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  "He’s faking being a dullard," Lu Yueran, the doctor, noted while grinding a Perfect Quality Spirit Pill. "He thinks he's hiding from us. We must feed him so many resources that his talent overflows. He won't have a choice but to be the best."

  Lu Lingshu, the sixth sister, eyes glowing with the greed of a future tycoon, smiled. "I’ve already started moving capital. When Xian-er takes the throne, I’ll be the Imperial Merchant. We’ll be the richest duo in history. I’ll handle the gold; he handles the boring stuff."

  I lay in my crib, fuming. You're all monsters! You're literally selling me into slavery for your own hobbies!