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

Truth be told, if any of the cultivators back in the barren realm learned what Feng Delun's group was doing, their mouths would be left frothing with jealousy.

The smell of food permeates the room. The distinct sound of slurping noodles vigorously filled the room.

Indeed the sworn siblings in the barren realm would seethe with jealousy. While they were busy doing hard labour, four men were relaxing around the round table, drinking and eating food.

Feng Delun picked up another strand of noodles, gracefully eating the long string of noodles. A grace no one should have had while eating noodles!

The array master took his time to savor the taste. Smooth chicken broth, a smell of citrus, and a slight spiciness gave his tongue a lively sensation.

Spooning another mouthful of soup and another, then he proceeds to move to his noodles again. Repeating the process once more.

Chapter 71