Born Under an Ill-Fated Star, I Am Hounded by Heaven for Three Thousand Years

Ming Su cradles a steaming bowl of spirit-rice porridge, ready to settle down and live a peaceful life.

Suddenly, thunder cracks overhead, and a cold voice comes from the clouds:

“Those with ill-fated destinies are not allowed to live in obscurity.”

Ming Su looks up and calmly blows a breath.

“...You’re striking me with lightning just for eating? Aren’t you overstepping?”

The clouds fall silent for three breaths. Then an even greater bolt comes crashing down

Only for a man in black to fly out of the underworld and catch it with one hand.

Ghost King You Cang: “My little one is eating. Heavenly Dao, get lost.”