The Human Emperor: What? My Great-Grandfather Wasn’t Crazy After All

Chen Beixuan lived during the Republican era. He was an immortal cultivator with boundless power, invincible beneath the heavens.

Once, some insignificant clowns had pointed fingers at Chen Fan, who looked down upon all living beings. But from tens of thousands of miles away, across the Pacific Ocean, he pointed a finger from the sky. The boundless firmament descended, and he ruthlessly wiped out the clowns and their entire clan.

From then on, the four seas submitted to him, and he was honored as an "Immortal." Eighty years later, he emerged from seclusion and found his sole surviving descendant.

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

"I had the emperor with the queue kneel and ask me to take him as my disciple. Does that count?"

"That's just bragging!"

"Great-grandpa, if I work hard for thirty years, will I be able to afford a house?"

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

"Great-grandpa, you're bragging again!" Having said that, his unfilial great-granddaughter took out prescription medicine from a psychiatric hospital and handed it to Chen Beixuan.

Amazing! Great-grandpa, you can brew wine too? Can I have some?

Sure, but it's extremely 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 to actual events or persons is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.