“Who stole my cornbread?”
“It's him! That half-dead consumptive over there!”
Ancestor Xuanmo never imagined that after failing his tribulation, he would survive the divine lightning of the nine heavens only to open his eyes and get kicked in the chest by a petty thief, accused of stealing a blackened piece of cornbread.
As the greatest cultivator in the entire world of cultivation, when had he ever endured such humiliation?
Forget it. When in Rome, do as the Romans do.
In this hungry, threadbare decade of the 1970s, all he wants is to take a gang of strays he's picked up, quietly slack off, dabble in a few “refined” petty crimes, and enjoy a few carefree days.
But there's always some fool eager to come looking for trouble.
“Boss Gu, Wang the Bloodsucker at the grain station has shorted us on our rations again!”
“Boss Gu, Zhao the Lame at the black market stole our medicinal herbs!”
“Boss Gu, that bully from the next village is trying to muscle in on our turf again!”
Gu Ye, formerly Ancestor Xuanmo, reluctantly opened his eyes and sat up in his lounge chair. His gaze turned cold.
“ mere mortals dare disturb my cultivation? Looks like it's time to show them what real violence in response to violence looks like!”
From leader of a gang of vagrants, to black-market kingpin, to landlord in the mountains... Gu Ye realized that his laid-back life seemed to be getting further and further away.