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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

Kneeling on the floor were two men: Kaijun and Lan Jianhong, side by side.

Their hands were holding a ball the size of a coconut. It did not seem heavy to lift, but the sweat coming off of their forehead told another story.

"Haha, Nian, isn't this too excessive?"

Ming Yongnian merely hummed. The Immortal was paying close attention to his sleeping daughter's hand. She had returned into his robes as soon as she returned.

The two boys were sent back to their room or allowed to wander around the house. If they wished to.

The baby's hand was wrinkly from how much she sucked on them. Ming Yongnian blamed Kaijun for allowing her bad habits to continue.

Not only that, Kaijun thought he could run across to another realm with his daughter.

"Excessive is when you took my daughter away without my permission."

"Excessive is allowing you to take breath any longer." Mo Huijun languished on a wooden divan.

Chapter 70