Old Ancestor, Times Have Changed

Xu Xing, driven by a deep-seated fascination with the flavors of his past life, strolled through the bustling city streets. He came to a restaurant called Eight Immortals Restaurant. The pictures of the dishes on the signboard seemed to possess a certain spirit, stirring his craving for food, especially the stir-fried pork with chili peppers, which was truly mouthwatering.

Soon, the corn and pork rib soup arrived. Tender corn pieces and pork rib chunks nestled in the milky white broth, their aroma wafting through the rising steam. Xu Xing sniffed it lightly; the rich fragrance was fairly authentic. He took a small sip, the sweetness of the corn and the savory flavor of the ribs blending on his tongue.

Xu Xing looked around and found a quiet corner. He moved his hands, and spiritual power poured out from his fingertips, outlining mysterious and complex spiritual array patterns in the air. The runes shimmered with a faint light, intertwining and connecting with each other, gradually forming an exquisite and powerful array that gathers spiritual energy.

Would Xu Sandao be like this?

"I really want to recreate the milk tea I drank in my past life!" Xu Xing looked at the bustling, modern city before him, his long-dead, sealed memories attacking him. In those bygone years, the unique sweet aroma of milk tea lingered in his heart like an unyielding obsession.

"Boom!" A deafening roar erupted as the secluded cultivation chamber was blasted open by a powerful force, billowing smoke and dust. "Which bastard dares to disturb my seclusion!" Xu Xing stormed out angrily. Before him stood a young man dressed in bizarre clothes, his hair dyed yellow. He was currently hovering in mid-air, riding a flying sword that emitted colorful light.

It's getting increasingly boring. It's like a chicken bone – all useless. The invincible protagonist stories don't feel impressive, and even after becoming invincible, there's no real improvement. Now I don't even know what I'm reading anymore. This is the first time I've felt this way while reading a novel. It's well-written, but like cooking without salt – utterly uninteresting.

I'm just curious about one thing: just how shameful is the protagonist's identity?

Wishing everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival! There are still 132 days until Chinese New Year's Eve, so I'd like to wish everyone a happy new year in advance! 😁😁

At first, I was amazed by its novel subject matter and skillful writing. But the more I watched, the more it seemed like a clichéd urban drama.