Dressed like a drugged loser, I was treated as trash by my family and packaged for marriage to a cruel demon.
The whole sect was waiting to see how I would die, and my fiancé even threatened to turn me into a puppet.
But they didn't know that I had consecrated a pure-hearted goddess to myself, and the demons had to kneel down to beg me for their inner demons.
While they were still cultivating their spiritual power, I had already become the richest man in mainland China by relying on the creation of the textile god and the travel god.
When they laughed at my lack of fighting ability, the guardian god general under my command smashed the mountain-protecting formation with a slap.
Everyone was horrified: You trash... Who are you? !
I smiled slightly, and all the gods behind me worshiped: "I am your God Lord."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
