Ye Feng transmigrated into the ultimate unlucky scapegoat!
The original owner was the illegitimate son of some big shot. His birth was less than honorable, and to make matters worse, he had almost no talent for cultivation.
In a world where people could cultivate immortality, Ye Feng had gone from “the Ye family bloodline lost outside the home” to “an accidental stain on the family,” and, feeling he had let down his fiancée, had hanged himself from a branch in the southeast!
Ye Feng waved the wok spatula in his hand. What was the big deal?
I’ll cultivate immortality through cooking!
