In his previous life, he was a mukbang streamer, watched by the entire internet as he ate his fill.
In this life, he nearly ended up pickled in a jar of wine from the start.
Luckily, an icy fairy rescued him and bestowed upon him the name Taiyi.
Cultivators across the Nine Provinces are tenant farmers, and he is the locust. Others rely on spiritual roots, resources, and imperial appointments to break through. He only needs to check the menu.
Before long, everyone across the Nine Provinces would have to remember that name.
Cultivators of the Nine Provinces draw qi into their bodies? They’re taking out a loan from the Heavenly Sovereign, and the higher their cultivation, the more interest they owe.
So-called ascension? It’s just a visit to collect the rent. The banquet for ascending to immortality is nothing but a farewell party.
Reaching perfection in the Tenth Realm doesn’t make you an immortal. It means you’re cooked.
As for him, nothing he swallows ever shows up on the books. He’s a certified deadbeat, an ancestral rascal according to the Heavenly Sovereign’s ledger.
Treasures? Eat them.
Bloodlines? Eat them.
Will swallowing something beyond his level make him pass out? No problem. Every nap he takes is beside someone else’s treasure vault.
The Grand Void Sword Sect spent three years offering a reward for the thief who stole its treasures, with no leads at all.
Who could have guessed the suspect was coiled around the fairy’s wrist, tapping away to order another meal?
