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.
Feng Delun strode to Jiang Xiaotong. The array master stopped right beside the master tamer, their shoulder close enough. When the wind blew, their robes would rub against each other.
"Elder brother, don't try to convince me." Jiang Xiaotong was watching Lan Jianhong like a bird of prey.
"I'm not here to reprimand you."
Jiang Xiaotong turned. "Then you're about to tell me to go soft on him?" He chuckled, full of sarcasm. "I won't."
"I'm here to tell you that your disciple may have eldest brother's talent to earn enemies with a word."
It was Feng Delun's turn to laugh. His was full of delight.
"What?" Jiang Xiaotong fully turned, and his footing shifted.
"Just now, he offended little Mengshen." Feng Delun told Jiang Xiaotong what he heard from Cao Lei's own mouth.
"..."
How could they have two people who could draw in enemies like a prairie at the same time? Jiang Xiaotong was numb.