Weakling of the clan

"Young Master Leo, wake up!" a voice entered Leo's ears, and he woke up.

"Huh?" Leo soon understood what happened, as a stream of memories merged inside his head. A teenage boy named Leo probably died, and now Leo had taken over his body. According to his memories, Leo was almost certain that the boy was poisoned.

The rest of the memories didn't please Leo either. His clan wasn't a clan of cultivators, but mortals. Lockhart was the name of his clan, and they didn't have a single cultivator. In fact, few of the members have actually seen one. That fact made things hard for Leo. At least, he still got his legendary cultivation technique, which would probably be helpful in his path towards immortality, and eventually finding that goddess again.

"I barely had sex back on Earth, but here? Man, I'll have it until I'm tired," he thought, while scanning the place he was in.

Leo's bedroom wasn't that bad. The bed was made for two people, which meant that he had a lot of space to lay down. The room also had a bookshelf, a table, and a board game that Leo was particularly bad at it.

Some questions crossed his mind. Who tried to kill him and why? Leo didn't find anything valuable in that boys' memories. He didn't know a secret that would make him a living target for example. So, it was a puzzle as to why they killed him.

He sent all of that to the back of his mind, as he dresses his fine ornamented clothes.

"Man, I'm handsome," Leo was quite handsome back on Earth, but the body he had now was even more handsome. He now had a long black hair, and a face one would describe as perfect. A well-proportioned jawline, and two big amber eyes that would certainly charm any woman who stared at it. Leo's body was also well developed for his age, and his muscles were visible even through the clothes.

He stared at the mirror for some time before leaving the room. The voice that called him was that of one of the maids. Breakfast was ready, and Leo had to obediently show up.

When he got in the dining room, he was surprised. All of the clan members were sitting there, eating and chatting happily.

All of the gazes went straight towards him. Leo thought that it was a good opportunity to see if someone had a strange gaze. That could be the clue he needed in finding out who killed him.

Sadly, it was no success. The killer was either not in the room or was a master in hiding its real intentions.

"Leo, my son, you're finally here," a middle-aged bearded man said, pointing to a chair for Leo to sit. That man was named Ryan, and he was Leo's father, and also the patriarch of the clan.

"Everyone, please, pay attention," Ryan said, and everyone in the room went silent.

"I have an important matter to discuss, listen carefully. In three months from now, a tournament will be held, and all of the youths in our clan will participate. The winner of it, will have the chance in entering a cultivation sect that is near our clan, the Flying Ocean Palace."

Surprise fills the face of every clan member. The youths present were eager for that opportunity. Entering a sect was something that only a few numbers of people could do, and now they also had the chance.

Leo, who wanted to become as strong as a God, was also eager for that opportunity.

"Now, every youth listen. You should all focus on your martial arts skills, it will pay off when the time comes." Ryan looked seriously to Leo. He wished that his son entered a cultivation sect, but he knew that Leo didn't train any martial skill, and spend all of his days sleeping, eating and getting girls.

" Just you wait. I'll cultivate my Great Yin Yang technique and wipe everyone in this tournament, just you wait!" Leo thought as he ate.

His next step was to get some girl to his bed, and see if that technique was legendary like the goddess said.