The Heavenly Prince Only Wants to Take It Easy [Quick Transmigration]

[Complete]

The Celestial Realm stands at the head of the heavens, ruling over all worlds. The Celestial Emperor rules over all rulers, the boss of all bosses.

Unfortunately, the previous Celestial Emperor died young, sacrificing himself to the Heavenly Dao.

As his only son, Ji Cheng naturally had great expectations placed on him.

In looks and bearing? The Crown Prince, you go!

In magical cultivation? The Crown Prince, you go!

In strategy and planning? The Crown Prince, you go!

Ji Cheng: It's exhausting, but I'll put up with it if that's what it takes to hold on to the top seat in all the worlds.

Later, the fortunes of the heavens took a turn, and a hero was desperately needed to step forward.

The ministers all turned their eyes to him.

Ji Cheng: Damn it! Don't look at me! Let go! Let go! Let go!

The ministers immediately did as he asked and let go: Crown Prince, you go!

And then Ji Cheng fell into the lower realm.

The kind of fall where he can't go home until he turns the fortunes of all the heavens around. :)

#Show off until you end up with nothing#

#Let go! This Crown Prince quits!!!#

Worlds:

1. The discarded young master of a wealthy business family → How That National Treasure of a Scientist Bankrupted His Scumbag Father (complete)

2. The puppet child emperor → From Frail Little Wretch to Emperor for the Ages (complete)

3. The lazy, gluttonous leader of the martial alliance → The Little Matter of Taking Out the Demonic Cult While Just Wandering Around and Eating (complete)

4. The sleep-loving singer and rookie champion → I Swear I Only Wanted to Slack Off at First, But I Still Became a Huge Star (complete)

5. The frail Omega in space → Why Did This Omega Go from Wanting to Marry a Duke to Punching Dukes in the Face? (complete)

6. The top dog at a mental hospital → Who Gets to Define Who Is Normal and Who Is Crazy? (complete)

7. The weakling scientist in the apocalypse → It Turns Out I'm the One Who Made the Zombies (complete)

8. The sacrificial offering of a primitive beastfolk tribe → Leading the Tribe to Prosperity! (complete)

9. The charlatan posing as a spiritual medium → Who's the Real Master Here? (complete)

10. The pitiful victim of school bullying → May Everyone Who Does Evil Lose the Shirt Off Their Back (complete)

11. The heaven-blessed one abandoned by the gods → On the Possibility of a Sword Cultivator Slaying Gods in a World of Magic (complete)

12. The unremarkable new disciple in the Immortal Realm → The Story of How an Ordinary Disciple Became an Ordinary Number One Under Heaven (complete)

[Reading and content notes]

1. The worlds and their settings are all fictional. I'll do my best to avoid major plot holes, but if you find any, I'll apologize on my knees first.

2. It's the same familiar (?) style of mine: silly, feel-good wish fulfillment. If it doesn't make you feel good… I'm sorry!!

3. The blurb has been screenshotted.

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1.

Immortal Venerable Minglan is elegant and refined, with an otherworldly appearance. Everyone knows he's peerlessly beautiful, but nobody knows how strong he is.

There are two reasons for that:

First, the man is unbelievably gorgeous.

Second, ever since he took on a disciple, he hasn't lifted a finger. Why do the work yourself when your disciple can do it? A henchman, I mean, a disciple, is there to be useful!

A spiritual treasure appears, and experts fight over it? Disciple, go! A treasure like that belongs with your master!

A sect war breaks out, and the Venerables come out of seclusion? Disciple, go! Beat the crap out of those idiots!

Demons run amok, intent on destroying the world? Disciple, go! I believe in you!

He's so famous that suitors keep coming? Disciple, go! Kill the demon lord, then help me turn down a few admirers. That's easy, right?

The powerful cultivators were furious: Some people have no shame! They dump everything on Immortal Lord Baiheng! Just because you have fair skin and a pretty face, do you think you can rub hand cream all over it?

Immortal Venerable Minglan rolled his eyes with effortless elegance. “My disciple is capable. What's your problem?”

Standing behind him, Baiheng smiled without a word.

#Another day wondering when my master will let me make a move on him#

2.

Baiheng was a peerless talent, brimming with youthful ambition and not bothering to hide it. His enemies grew jealous and tried to kill him.

Amid flashing blades and flying sparks, he saw his clansmen's blood and heard the cries of the dying all around him.

Red-eyed, he prepared to die along with his enemies.

A figure in white arrived like a streak of light.

“What's all the noise? Is this a market?”

Then he crushed the enemies' heads as easily as chopping vegetables.

“Kid, you've got talent. I happen to need a henchman, I mean, a disciple. Interested?”

*In a world full of wounds, you were the only tenderness.*

Theme: There is no single standard for strength