Before his death, my grandfather left a genealogy: When in danger, call your ancestors.
Zhou Mantang didn't believe it at first. Until the day when the door was blocked by seven or eight thugs, he shouted once——
The genealogy was illuminated with golden lights. The great-grandfather got on top and knocked down the audience with a set of military punches. The rich second generation knelt down and called grandpa.
From now on it's out of control:
Being poisoned? The ancestor of the miracle doctor fed him back a silver needle.
Surrounded by capital? The ancestor of the richest man in the Qing Dynasty personally taught him how to behave.
Run into a true immortal cultivator? The ancestor who ascended in the late Tang Dynasty slapped him in the air: "How dare you touch my descendants?"
Veterans of the Anti-Japanese War, famous actresses of the Republic of China, famous anti-Japanese generals, palace chefs... Every time a page of the genealogy is opened, there is a big shot.
The only child in a down-and-out family, relying on a house of ancestors, made his way from the city to the world of immortality.
Ancestors are the greatest supporter.
