Stinky Pig is chubby

"If someone has to become the strongest, why can't it be me?"
An unfortunate young man, brought to another world by a meteor, voices his unwillingness with a defiant roar.
I just want to create a fantastical world that doesn't seem too unreal.
Pre-reading Reminder 1: If you think human nature can simply be divided into good or bad, proceed with caution.
Pre-reading Reminder 2: If you believe a sect is just a crowd of people flattering the protagonist, proceed with caution. 
Pre-reading Reminder 3: If you think the whole world is a stage for the protagonist to show off, and all people are merely stepping stones for the protagonist, proceed with caution.

I Can See Your Combat Power

Tang Ming wore an awkward expression as he walked onto the stage, taking over the three wooden crates.


As one of the representatives of the branch clans, he had never imagined things would escalate to such a degree.


He wanted to say a few words in explanation because he knew that most people were only provoked and didn't really have any complaints with Tang Zhi.


Tang Zhi waved his hand, cutting off his intended speech. In an indifferent tone, he said, "I know what you want to say. I was the one at fault in this issue. I made the original promise of these lands. You've distributed them based on contribution, now, you may leave. The singing and dancing shall continue."


Tang Ming had no choice but to nod and salute, leading several stewards off the main stage and toward his own seat.


"The Sect Head is carving off his own flesh." Tang Luo watched Tang Zhi declaring this year's dividends on stage. He said lightly.


Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen: The Cold Winter (Seeking Recommendations, Seeking Monthly Tickets)