[Simulator + clan-building + eerie cultivation + talent traits]
Chen Yongshi woke up inside his coffin at the age of eighty-three.
He had been senile for twenty years, and all his descendants were hoping he would die soon so they could divide up the family fortune. None of them knew that for those twenty years, his soul had drifted to the ancestral grounds of the Chen family in the Upper Realm, where he had received a blessing from his ancestors and brought back a heaven-defying immortal art.
What he hadn't told his unfilial descendants was that he had only nine and a half days left to live.
Fortunately, he still had his Family Simulator System.
Each time he patted a descendant on the head, he could simulate the course of their life and obtain their talents, experience, cultivation, and even lifespan. The more filial they were, the greater the rewards.
His eldest son had astonishing martial arts talent, but had wasted half his life because his cultivation manual was incomplete. Simulate, break through, and help him reach the pinnacle of martial arts once more. His seventh son was honest and simple, with a natural holy body for farming. Simulate, farm, and feed the entire family single-handedly. His sixth son was a total slacker who only wanted to loaf around. Simulate, make a sacrifice, and force him to become the greatest immortal of all time.
Then there were the murderous fourth son, the money-grubbing eleventh, the playboy eighth, the gluttonous twelfth...
Chen Yongshi silently took out the merit ledger, bit his fingertip, and let blood drip onto it.
"You good-for-nothings, watch closely. This is how the ancestral rules are enforced."
The Eerie Dynasty, the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals, the Alliance of a Hundred Immortals, the Chaos Evil Gods, the Lord of Redemption... Factions crisscrossed, and deadly threats lurked everywhere.
Chen Yongshi had just one thing to say: "My Chen family's descendants are Chen family members in life and Chen family ghosts in death. Whoever dares touch them, I'll make sure they can't even become a ghost."
What are you writing about? The preface is increasingly inconsistent with the postscript. I originally thought the subject matter was quite interesting, but the content turned out to be a mess.
🚗🚗🚗🚗I just sent him a message and just called him🤳When I was little, Yangyang🌞🚚