I Became an Emperor by Scrounging Meals: Every Immortal Here Is My Sustenance

Feast Your Way to Emperor: All the Immortals Here Are My Nourishment

[Play the pig to eat the tiger + Become a god through eating + Crush the heavens]

My name is Zhen Qian, the legitimate son of the Zhen family, and a good-for-nothing born without a spiritual root.

My entire family is made up of prodigies, and I alone am an ordinary mortal, destined to live less than a hundred years and get by until I die.

That is, until the day a bowl of leftovers at Guanxiang Tower earned me the Ten Thousand Spirits Feast Together Luck-Stealing Art.

While others toil for a thousand years, all I have to do is share their table.

Dine with a Martial God, and steal his martial qi and blood. Share a table with a Sword Saint, and claim his sword heart and sword intent. Feast with the immortals, and devour the origins of the myriad Daos.

I don't need spiritual food, cultivation, or a spiritual root.

As long as I take a seat and eat, I grow stronger.

A prodigy of the Qin family mocks me for being useless?

I'll mooch one meal and drain his Martial God qi and blood, leaving him on his knees begging for mercy.

The sect's patriarch looks down on me for being mortal?

I'll drain a century of his Dao insight at a banquet and send his cultivation level tumbling.

The immortals of the heavens want to slay me as an aberration?

I'll lay out a feast and treat every immortal present as nourishment, eating my way to emperorhood.

Others cultivate; I eat. Others risk their lives; I take a seat at the table.

From now on, every immortal here is my nourishment!

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