Livestreaming Chicken Feeding, and the Cultivation World Goes Mad

The rusty iron gate scraped open with a grating screech. Chen Fan kicked open the gate to his old family home. Dust billowed into his face, making him cough several times. Weeds covered the courtyard, and layer upon layer of spiderwebs filled the corners, making the place look like a spider demon's lair. He tossed his cheap suitcase, stamped with "Outstanding Employee of XX Corporation," onto the ground and plopped down on the dusty threshold.

"That kick got rid of twenty-five years of poverty."

He muttered to himself and pulled the last crushed Hongtashan cigarette from his pocket. He lit it and took a deep drag.

He'd been laid off.

The reason was "to supply talent to society."

Yeah, right.

Chen Fan exhaled a ring of smoke and looked at the dilapidated ancestral home. Before Grandpa died, he'd left it to him, saying it was the root of the Chen family. Looking at it now, even that root was about to rot away.