Good Grief! My Storage Pouch Leads to a Divine Tomb!

My name is Fang Yuan, an utterly unremarkable Qi Refining disciple. Right now, I don't dare move a muscle, because a cold hand grabbed me inside the storage bag I bought just yesterday. I have to say, though, this hand is so soft and smooth! Little did I know that once I pulled it out, my fate would be in my own hands!

“What do you need my help with?” I asked, staring miserably at the arm.

“No rush. Let's talk after you become the Heavenly Emperor.”

“Farmland? Fairy, you even speak in dialect?”

“What nonsense are you talking about? What do you call the highest realm of the Daoist sect?”

“Dao Ancestor?” I know this one!

“Exactly. The Heavenly Emperor is at the same level as the Dao Ancestor.”

Good heavens! I think I've gotten myself into an unimaginable mess!