The thing You Chenxi regrets most in his life is wishing on a shooting star for a life that would be “full of variety.”
When he woke up the next morning, he had not only gained a white-haired, red-eyed, twin-tailed little wife (legally 22 years old), but was also told they had been married for a year.
Before he could adjust to this “sudden happiness,” one problem after another came knocking.
The aloof Empress of Cultivation kicked down his front door with a sword in hand and called him a heartless man; the cybernetic half-machine girl tried to drag him into a lab to “format” him; and the mysterious fortune-telling astrologer told him he had only three months to live...
You Chenxi was completely exasperated. He just wanted to be a quiet, handsome man, so why did every one of his wives act like she was there to collect a debt?
Then one day, when he was pushed to the brink, he casually drew a talisman. It summoned divine thunder from the Ninth Heaven and obliterated his enemies. Only then did he realize:
He wasn't an ordinary person. He was the culmination of countless versions of himself.
Cultivation, technology, alchemy, divine powers... He knew everything, could do anything, and stood alone above all.
But right now, all he wanted was to comfort the white-stockinged little wife at home, who couldn't even work the microwave and was looking at him with a wounded pout.
“Honey, about dinner tonight...”
