The Heavenly Dao Owes Me a Sack of Rice

Xianxia + invincible protagonist + adorable kids + daily life + absurd humor + comedy + wild imagination

Inside a teahouse, the storyteller holds forth with great gusto.

"Ten days ago, demonic flames blazed as the Demon Sect returned, vowing to wipe out the righteous sects of the world. Just then, a figure in a Daoist robe stood on a mountain, gazed at the Demon Sect, and burned with righteous fury. He clasped his hands and shouted:

Heavenly Ricefall!

At once, thunder rumbled beyond the Nine Heavens above the Demon Sect, and the gates of the mystic realm swung open! A sack of spirit rice, carrying supreme might, plummeted from the sky and soon loomed over the Demon Sect's gates!

The Demon Sect's protective formation lit up, desperately trying to hold it back, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot: utterly futile! It shattered in an instant!

Seeing this, the Demon Sect's leader and its ten elders were scared out of their wits. They fell to their knees and cried, 'Spare us, Divine Lord!' But it was too late. With a thunderous crash, the entire Demon Sect was reduced to ashes!"

At this point, the storyteller rose to his feet, tears streaming down his face.

"And that Daoist was none other than Zhang Ling, the supreme True Immortal of the Fallen Rice Immortal Sect! Pay your respects to the Divine Lord of Fallen Rice!"

Whoosh!

The crowd below rose to their feet in unison.

"We pay our respects to the Divine Lord of Fallen Rice!"

In a corner nearby sat two figures, a man and a woman. They remained perfectly still, watching in silence for a long time.

After a while, the young woman reached out with her slender hand, picked up the teapot, and refilled the young man's cup. Then she parted her lips and asked,

"Master, um... are they talking about you?"

The young man picked up his teacup and glanced at her trembling shoulders, his expression awkward.

"Uh... probably... yes..."