Rong Yu, the emperor of the heavens, was betrayed by his cronies, his soul was shattered, his memory was lost, and he fell into the mortal world.
I woke up with ragged clothes, an empty stomach, and no memory of who I was.
Fortunately, a carriage was stopped on the side of the road. The owner of the carriage was the head of Bingyao Sect, a cold and powerful woman.
He shamelessly sneaked into the sect and lived a life of eating and drinking.
The whole sect laughed at him: he was a good-for-nothing good-for-nothing, clinging to women, without any sense of shame.
Rong Yu is not ashamed, but proud: "Relying on oneself for food is called hard work, relying on women for food is called skill."
No one knows that this careless good-for-nothing once single-handedly determined the fate of all beings.
No one knew that those who laughed at him would kneel before him sooner or later.
He was just waiting - waiting for his memories to come back, and for those who betrayed him to pay the price one by one.
And now?
"Where's the rice? Why is there no meat today?"
