Tongtian stood at the entrance to the trading association, holding a handful of pills and a pile of innate spiritual treasures. He yelled at Laozi and Yuanshi, who had come to demand an explanation, “Can your pills help people comprehend laws? Or can you refine innate spiritual treasures?” Laozi's face turned bright red, and he couldn't say a word. First Blood! Yuanshi beside him covered his face in mortification. He couldn't save face anymore. Double Kill!
Tongtian waved them away like flies. “All right, all right, move along. Don't get in the way of my business. Keep this up, and I'll go tell my dad you're slandering me!”
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Some say you need to be born early and into a good family. Tongtian says he's got both covered.
Some say having parents is better than having nothing, but having something of your own is better still. Tongtian says he's got that covered too.
Others say what's mine is mine, and what's yours is yours. Tongtian says what's mine is mine, and what's yours is mine too.
When the immeasurable calamity of Honghuang arrives and Tongtian saves the world against all odds, no one will imagine that it all started with him having a good dad.
I transmigrated into Tongtian, and this time, I swear I won't establish a sect! Since I've been reborn in the world of Honghuang, I'm going to live a spectacular life: find the strongest dad, woo the prettiest girl, enjoy the freest life, and reap the fattest harvest.
Saving Honghuang and rescuing readers from a reading drought starts with you, me, and everyone else!
