Lin Feng had never amounted to anything, until he stumbled onto the path of cultivation.
After cultivating for three years under his beautiful master, he came down from the mountain and made everyone who had once humiliated him eat their words!
I hear you’re the heiress of a martial arts family, and can decide whether my family lives or dies?
Then why have I pinned you above your own front gate?
What? Your son is under thirty and already the chairman of several publicly traded companies, with wealth beyond counting?
Lin Feng: “Sorry, I’m a cultivator!”
What? Your son is a powerful martial artist who can smash stone tablets and split rocks with his bare hands?
Lin Feng: “He’s that strong? Then why does he tremble the moment he sees me?”
You said your granddaughter was breathtakingly beautiful, a stunningly aloof goddess?
Then why does she cling to me every day?
