My name is Qin Jiu, though everyone calls me Old Dog Qin. I have no money, no house, no car, and terrible luck. I’ve never won more than twenty yuan on a scratch card.
As the saying goes, when Heaven closes a door, it might just rip the roof off your house.
That’s right, I hit the jackpot. I really did hit the jackpot, and it sent me crashing into another world.
After I transmigrated, I donned the imperial robes and took the throne. I became the emperor of this country. The emperor! The beauties of the harem and all the wealth in the world belong to me!
Wait a minute, what do you mean this body has senile dementia?
What do you mean there are cultivation sects outside?
What do you mean the emperor is just an immortal’s lackey?
“Ding! Congratulations, Host, on taking part in the Xixi Trillion-Yuan Subsidy Program. Complete this lifetime and you can return home to claim your hundred-billion-yuan cash prize!”
Damn it! Whoever wants to transmigrate can do it themselves. I’m going to do something suicidally stupid and get home!
Five hundred years later, Qin Jiu wakes from a nap, propelled to the rank of Immortal Emperor by the will of all living beings. Staring at the stars in his hand, he falls into deep thought.
