Idczhen

Thirty Years East, Thirty Years West. Don’t you bully the young and poor!

Split open the sky! 

Go against Heaven! 

Sick and tired of that kind of cultivation quote and troupe? The never-ending long grind that seemed to have one world after another once you supposedly reached the false apexes? 

Well, it’s time to broaden your horizons! You shall now be blessed with the perspective of someone who’s at the top of the top: Ye Ming.

Someone who had foolishly decided to experience mortal life before realizing how crap it was. It was time to return to his real life. 

“I wasn’t born with a diamond spoon, but born with the endgame life.” Ye Ming laughed sinisterly. He was the sole Young Master of a family who dominated everything already.

Trash cultivation? Trash spiritual roots? Trash background? 

Sorry, but that ain’t Ye Ming! 

However, he does have one great and relatable trait: procrastination.

The Heavenly Dao System

Within a matter of seconds, Ye Ming reluctantly extended his hand and grabbed the herbs that Ye Qing Lei mentioned.

"I'm done, Mother." He called out to the empty space, wanting nothing more than to leave the area.

A few seconds later, Ye Ming found himself back at his own office. In front of him was none other than Ye Qing Lei, who had a bright and sweet smile hanging on her face.

When Ye Ming saw that, he couldn't even try to get mad at her for being so forceful.

No son could ever get mad at their Mother. And even if they did, they would soon forgive them and let the matter go.

"You're not mad at me, right?" Ye Qing Lei asked gently.

"Mother has no choice, but to resort to such a method to make you assimilate with those memories to become great. I'm sure you understand my intention, right?" She continued, clearly seeking approval from him.

First Concoction