“Master, I’m hungry.”
“Here, have some of your master’s treasured Demon Emperor meat.”
“Master, I’m thirsty again.”
“Here, some fine-brewed Xuantian spirit wine.”
“Master, I’m so tired.”
“Then get some good rest, my disciple. Would you like your master to massage your back?”
“Sure, sure!”
…
After transmigrating, Fang Chu awakened the Turtle Immortal Sacred Body and became the sole disciple of the Lingxiao Sect’s lowliest peak, the Seventh Peak.
The peak master of the Seventh Peak was a cute, white-haired girl. By day, she was as cold as ice, maintaining the dignity befitting a peak master.
But late at night, she would massage Fang Chu’s back and wash his feet, treating him like an honored ancestor.
Just as the council of elders was about to abolish the Seventh Peak, a mechanical voice without a trace of emotion suddenly rang in Fang Chu’s mind.
[Ding… Congratulations, Host, you have successfully gained the luck of a Child of Fortune for 365 days. Sign-in rewards: ninth-layer Foundation Establishment cultivation, Xuanwu Sacred Body, Bone and Flesh Bracelet]
As the elders charged in, ready to drive Fang Chu and his white-haired master out of the Seventh Peak, Fang Chu stepped forward.
The elders were all stunned. “The Seventh Peak has someone like this?”
His white-haired master stared in shock, her lovely eyes shimmering. “I had no idea my disciple had been hiding his strength so well!”
Only afterward did Fang Chu discover that the council’s plan to abolish the Seventh Peak was part of a much deeper conspiracy…
(The blurb doesn’t do it justice. Head to the main story for a lighthearted, humorous tale where the protagonist steamrolls everything.)
