I Found Ten Thousand Cultivation Worlds

On my 108th day hauling bricks at a construction site, I picked up a broken piece of jade.

It had nine holes. Spiritual energy poured into me from the spirit realm, and building my foundation was as easy as drinking water. An ancient demon lord was sealed inside it, too.

Later, the immortal cultivation realms across the myriad heavens all called me the “Landlord of the Myriad Realms.”

But I preferred another identity: Ye Feng, the security guard at the main gate of Qingbei University.

My best friend, Wang Pangzi, set up a barbecue stall by the school gate and called me over for skewers every day.

“Watchdog.” The man who said it was Zhou Zihao, the chairman of the university board's son. A different woman sat in the passenger seat of his Porsche every day.

I couldn't be bothered with him. I spent thirty years practicing in the Time Realm, while he merely slept outside it.

The next day, I told him, “Your car isn't parked properly.”

Then I lifted his Porsche straight from the left side of the road to the right.

On the third day, his father came to the university and donated three buildings. To everyone he met, he said, “My son doesn't know any better. Thank you, Mr. Ye, for teaching him a lesson.”

The whole university was abuzz: The new security guard had forced the chairman to donate three buildings.

That night, the blue-gray patterns on my arm reminded me that the sixth hole had lit up. There was another living “realm” inside it.