When Chen Chang'an was born, purple clouds stretched thirty thousand miles eastward, and great figures from the Immortal Realm lined up to present gifts.
But fifteen years later, he became the biggest laughingstock in the cultivation world: despite the auspicious signs surrounding his birth, he was an unrivaled good-for-nothing who couldn't even absorb spiritual energy.
The night his family was wiped out, an old servant shoved him into a dog hole. "Young master, survive, even if you have to become a farmer!"
He picked up a hoe and headed to a small mountain village, where he unexpectedly discovered that watching ants move house could help him comprehend formations, while listening to hens squabble could inspire him to create divine techniques.
His enemies came after him, but the big yellow dog at the village entrance put out a Nascent Soul cultivator's magic treasure with a stream of urine.
The old hen he'd raised for five years fluffed up to protect him. "Which blind fool dares touch my meal ticket?" Her towering flames burned everything within a thousand miles.
The Holy Maiden of the Immortal Realm stared at the man she'd been arranged to marry, who had run away from the wedding. "I thought you said he was useless? Why is this whole village full of immortals?!"
The Demon Emperor munched on a roasted sweet potato and mumbled, "Don't look at me. I'm just here for a free meal... This is delicious!"
