A modern young man, one of the bright flowers beneath the red flag, is swept up in the transmigration trend. But damn it... why does everyone else transmigrate into a face-slapping power fantasy, while I become the young master of the Celestial Race?
"System, how do I slap Heaven in the face?" Qin Yu asked calmly, gazing up at the sky.
"All the Host needs to do is sever the earth's leyline," the System replied placidly.
"Why?"
"Because cutting off someone's descendants is the best way to slap them in the face. Host, you'll love it!"
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.
