I Am a Human Emperor, and You Still Say That I Have a Second-Rate Destiny? !

My destiny is a piece of "flawed cloth" - if it's cut, it's a Taoist robe, if it's cut crooked, it's a shroud, so my master said that I have a second-rate destiny. But I've become the Human Emperor, and you still laugh at me for being a second-rate person? When I was three years old, a sloppy old Taoist lured me into Xuanmen with half a pot of "Coke". Here comes a strange thing: he accepted me as a registered disciple and refused to let me kowtow to become his disciple. He just stuffed a piece of purple jade into me, saying it could save my life. Result? Water ghosts seek life, cliffs collapse, evil fire burns the body... Disasters continue! Every time, it is the purple and gold lines flowing in the jade that save my life, but the golden light on it is also visibly lighter and less. The old Taoist cursed and used his withered and trembling hands to pull me back from the gate of hell: "Little brat, I'm taking the trouble for you, Taoist!" But where did this calamity come from? How many more times can this jade last? That old ghost... What on earth is he plotting? The fate of the defective cloth, the calamity of the shroud, the path of the human emperor - let's see what this cloth will eventually be cut into!