My Place Isn't a Hall of Experts, It's Really an Orphanage

Lin Ming was born into a high-martial world. At eighteen, his meridians were shattered, leaving him crippled.

Just as he was about to go home and hang himself with a rope,

a cute little girl tugged at his sleeve.

After he gave her ten buns,

[Ding! You have helped an orphan. Orphan Growth System activated.]

[Ding! Repairing all severed meridians.]

[Recovery complete.]

“An SSS-rank? Hah, that's not enough. Give me four more.”

From then on, Lin Ming gradually climbed to the pinnacle of the high-martial world.

His children would leave their mark all across Blue Star, too.

Xu Ling: “Dad, I zapped a bird out of the sky. Look!”

Golden Roc Beast Emperor: “Big Brother... no, I'll call you Dad too. Please, have your daughter stop zapping me.”

Mo Lan: “Father, we've already placed our people all around the Beast God.”

Lin Ming: “Good boy. Let them see what an undercover operation really looks like.”

Landi: “Dad, I took control of the leader of the Beast Saints, the Seven-Scaled Dragon, and brought it to you as a mount.”

Lin Ming: “It feels a little stiff. How about we soak it in sulfuric acid to soften it up?”

The myriad beast races: “Big Brother, Dad, Grandpa, please take pity on us. How about having your fourth son create a space on the moon so we can move there?”