My name is Geng Ye. I was reborn and transmigrated to a world of immortal cultivation.
I thought I’d be invincible once I reached the Divine Emperor realm. If I hadn’t died again, I might have believed it.
I picked up a stick, but it wasn’t just any stick. It was the stick from Wang Wei’s poem.
What do you do if your son is a nutcase? Blow him up.
What do you do if your wife gets seduced away by your disciple? Simple: make them a pair of star-crossed lovers.
If the heavens had not given birth to me, Geng the Divine Emperor, the world of immortal cultivation would have been plunged into eternal night! Cui Jianshi, you sword-walling idiot! What are you barking about? You transmigrated back to Earth, so why can’t you behave? This isn’t the world of immortal cultivation.
Geng Ye: “I’m just an ordinary person. My favorite things are stabbing the heavens and stabbing the earth.”
Cui Jianshi: “Actually, Geng Ye is a total piece of shit!”
Geng Ye: “What are you barking about?”
What do I do if I don’t want to fight anymore?
Geng Ye: “Close the door and let Cui Jianshi chop him up!”
(A friendly reminder: Don’t use your brain while reading this book, because the author doesn’t have one.)
This is the most wonderful novel I've ever read.