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

He saw the baby's head was tilted, looking at whatever was beneath the table.

Pushing his chair back, Cao Lei ducked his head under the table. Not soon, Tian Mengshen joined.

There was something scribbled under the table. Because of the polish, it was hard to discern what was scribbled under the table. The scribbles did cover the entire surface beneath the table.

Cao Lei felt eyes on them from under the table, apart from Kaijun's. There was no way they wouldn't get caught if they tried to flip this table to take off the polish.

Guessing the librarian would have their necks if they tried anything.

His eyes fleeted to the librarian. She had not lifted her gaze from her book and was seated far away from them.

He was impressed. The baby slapped the table's underside, and the polish came off in one go.

Falling to the ground like tiny dust particles.

Chapter 68