Immortal Emperor: What? My Great-Grandfather Wasn't Bragging After All!

Chen Beixuan lived during the Republican era. A cultivator of boundless magic, he was invincible beneath the heavens.

Once, a petty clown dared to point fingers at Chen Fan, who looked down upon all living beings. From tens of thousands of miles across the Pacific Ocean, Chen Beixuan sent a finger down from the boundless sky and annihilated the clown and his entire clan.

From then on, the four seas submitted to him, and he was honored as an “Immortal.” Now, eighty years later, he has emerged from seclusion and found his only surviving descendant.

“Great-grandpa, you lived to be 128. Can you tell me about your glorious past?”

“I had the emperor with the pigtail kneel and take me as his master. Does that count?”

“That’s just bragging!”

“Great-grandpa, if I work hard for thirty years, will I be able to afford a home?”

“No need to buy one. Plenty of people will kneel and give you one!”

“Great-grandpa, you’re bragging again!” Her unfilial great-granddaughter takes out prescription medicine from a psychiatric hospital and hands it to Chen Beixuan.

“Wow! Great-grandpa, you can brew liquor too? Can I try some?”

“Sure, but it’s potent. You’ll gain a hundred years of internal energy.”

“Great-grandpa, be good and open your mouth. Take your medicine first.”

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.