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

Feng Delun grunted lightly as a body ran straight at him, the impact shaking him.

"Jianhong, let me go," He said, trying to free himself from Lan Jianhong's grasp.

But Lan Jianhong shook his head, his eyes turning into a water fountain, tears streaming down his face.

"Elder brother!" He sobbed between sobs and screams.

Feng Delun turned to Jin Liwei for help, saying, "Liwei, give me a hand."

Jin Liwei obediently walked towards Lan Jianhong, positioning himself behind the blue-robed cultivator and squatting down. He grabbed Jin Liwei's ankle and began pulling, trying to pry Lan Jianhong off Feng Delun.

"No! No! No!!! Elder brother!" Lan Jianhong cried out. His grip remained tight.

Face scrunched up, Feng Delun could only close his eyes. His sworn brother's salty tears made his eyes irritated.

Chapter 80