I, Ling Hao, transmigrated and became Yang Jiao, yes, the very older brother of Yang Jian who was sacrificed to Heaven from the start.
Now I'm lying at the scene of the crime, playing dead. The celestial soldiers just finished stabbing me for good measure.
Thanks for asking. I'm in the Primordial World, fresh from the road to the underworld, and not quite dead yet.
A golden finger? None! Just a half-immortal body and a modern heart that's afraid of dying and loves to complain.
The good news: I seem to be even more talented than my second brother, Yang Jian.
The bad news: being too talented can get you killed young.
My plan is simple: keep my head down until the end of time, lie low until the Investiture of the Gods is over, then latch onto my second brother, the Judicial God, and my third sister, the Lotus Lantern, and settle down as a carefree old ancestor.
But plans never keep up with change.
The Investiture of the Gods war? I'll hide! Wait, what? The hill where I forage for wild vegetables is where Zhao Gongming is setting up his formation?!
The Journey to the West? I'll steer clear! Wait, what? The Monkey King smashed through my roof while fighting?!
The Lotus Lantern turmoil? I'll lie low! Wait, what? My great-nephew needs a mysterious old man to guide him?!
I just want to quietly stay alive, but my strength (and luck) won't let me!
Now my little brother looks at me strangely, as if he thinks I'm the most unfathomable one in the family...
Heaven knows, I really just want to cling to someone powerful!
I'm being too deliberate, I can't bear to listen to you, I always feel like the unruly people want to harm me.
Come on, come on, come on
No one said a word when I heard it
The beginning of Chapter 6 is a little bit poisonous. Do you even know what Gou Dao is? Just leave it here to tinker with it.
My combat power hasn't collapsed, it's still okay