Xia Zhihuai was a top-tier star who rose to fame at a young age. However, after his group disbanded, he encountered a series of unexpected accidents, facing a streak of bad luck.

One day, the police asked him to claim a three-and-a-half-year-old runaway child who claimed to be his younger sister. When they first met, the little one had a serious expression and solemnly told him that he was about to face a big wave of bad luck. Xia Zhihuai rolled his eyes in disbelief, thinking, "Who would believe such nonsense?"

However, a few days later, Xia Zhihuai lost all his resources and completely faded from the spotlight. In pain and frustration, he resolutely went back to hold onto little Wanwan's short legs, begging, "Boss, help me." But Wanwan replied, "Helping for you is impossible. Brother, you'd better come back home and farm with me."

Since returning to his hometown and starting farming, Xia Zhihuai felt that his previous self was a fool. Why struggle when living a leisurely life as a slacker? Every day, he enjoyed the spiritual fruits and vegetables, witnessed his cute little sister's full of enthusiasm, and also live-streamed the daily life of farming in the countryside. Watching various top-tier figures from different realms paying big money for his family's produce, Xia Zhihuai's life became more and more comfortable.

On the other hand, seeing her brother becoming more plump, Wanwan fell into contemplation. "Why are other people's brothers so outstanding while my brother is a lazy bone?" So every day, Wanwan asked, "Fellow immortals, how can I motivate my brother to strive for progress? Waiting online, quite urgent."

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Professor Chen Dingqiu expressed his gratitude, “Thank you for risking your lives to save us.”


Xia Zhihuai didn’t want to waste any time and scanned the surroundings but couldn’t find Professor Meng Zhizhen. “Where is Professor Meng?”


“Professor Meng is not imprisoned with us,” a male student nervously replied.


“That’s troublesome,” Xia Zhihuai sighed softly. “Wanwan, is there any way to send them back first?”


Wanwan scratched her ear and hesitated, “I’m afraid not. Besides, I currently don’t have any vessel to store their souls. We can only wait until we find Aunt Meng and leave together.”


“Then you all should come with us,” Xia Zhihuai decided immediately. Every extra minute spent here meant an additional risk.


Those living souls supported each other, following Wanwan and Xia Zhihuai who led the way, and leaving the desolate and secluded cold palace behind. 


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