Wishing King

After ten lifetimes of accumulation of virtue and perfect cultivation, I can finally make a wish to heaven. Yan Qinghen was not greedy, and only asked for three things: power, money, and women. One person is inferior to ten thousand people. You don't need a lot of money, you can buy whatever you want and use it however you want. And then there are the beauties… Before Yan Qinghen could finish speaking, he was struck by a bolt of lightning. What the hell, I was a good person for ten lifetimes, and my final end was to be struck by lightning? This was Yan Qinghen's last thought.