ThockyKeyboard

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?!

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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.

A Slice of Cultivator's Life

The moment Lan Jianhong stepped into the village -- the moment he saw the ruined village, Lan Jianhong knew he was fucked. He was a dead fish when he saw Jiang Xiaotong.

His sworn sibling had a quiet maelstrom brewing in him. Or it had already finished brewing hot, scalding, fresh apocalyptic anger.

Lan Jianhong knew what he had to do — walked to the middle of the village. He got on his knees. Forehead kissed the earthy ground. "I'm very sorry for the trouble I caused."

Coldness went up his spine, to his neck, and the roots of his hair. His begging was not pathetic enough. "For causing an earthquake. For ruining your village. For killing your friends and families…."

He continued listing his sins to everyone, trying his best to keep his voice straight and stable though he might have failed. "--For being a, a useless living being…."

Chapter 64