Short summary: Nine cultivators, an Immortal, the happiest baby in the world, a welcome tag along, a Devil Venerable, a not-so-little ghost, and a sleepy boy's journey to find home. Long summary: The story of reaching the heavens, being crowned as the Heavenly Emperor at the end of the journey couldn't possibly consist of only: enter a Sect, take a lotus position, power up, battled overpowered opponents, defeated, saved by some beauty/ancestor/hidden immortal, ate pills, enter closed door cultivation, break through, fight over powered opponents once more, won the fight, rinse and repeat… they couldn't live just like that for years until they touched the heavens right? What do they do in their free time? What do they do when they're bored? What do they do once they reach the pinnacle of cultivation? Do they eat chicken nuggets? Once when they were a group of nameless noobodies they all agreed that the obvious next step they should take was to build a sect of their own. But now that they reached the summit, and were in the process of creating their dream sect, their to-do list seemed to be filled with the following tasks: Figure out how a certain immortal could kill *cough* co-parent peacefully with his child's other parent. Cover an entire realm with grass. Yes, the "grass", those green common stuff on the ground. Build a red light district. Rebuild an entire village… Weren't they planning to build a sect?! *** Updates everyday unless I'm sick I also want to point out that this story is more on the slice of life department, its objective is to explore what cultivators do apart from reaching Immortal-hood. It's like playing a game but you got caught doing the side quests. So the pacing and plot progression might be slow… maybe. Take my words as a grain of salt. Especially the tags. English is not my first language, keep this in mind.
"My lord, we've found the headmaster tied up."
A frown marred You Chunjiang temple.
"Is he here?"
"Yes, I will lead the headmaster inside."
You Chunjiang dipped his head.
The guard left the room, and when he returned, the old man, the headmaster, was right behind him.
Clasping his hand together, the headmaster greeted, "Greetings to young master You."
Returning the greeting with a bow, You Chunjiang saw the rope marks on the old headmaster's arms and neck.
"What happened?"
"Ahh, these?" The headmaster rubbed the rope marks on his arms. "Some young cultivator rascals decided to tie me up."
You Chunjiang lifted a brow. "Is the academy's security lacking?"
Clearing his throat, the headmaster shook his head. Trying to be as calm as possible. "It's merely a prank, young master. You need not worry too much."
The headmaster's lips twitched.