Immortal Destiny of the Cauldron

I was 38 when I suddenly died of a cerebral hemorrhage. I was the eldest son in the fourth generation of my family. My family loved me, but they also had high expectations for me, both when I was in school and after I started working.

In this fast-paced age, I was never content with the status quo and started businesses several times over the course of my life. I never married or had children, let alone owned a car or a house. Once, at a village celebration, I overheard my younger nieces and nephews introducing me to their friends: “He’s some relative of mine. He’s ambitious but all talk, and he only comes home once a year, or sometimes after several years. Even when he does, he barely shows his face. I’ve hardly seen him myself.”

After my death, I transmigrated into the body of a genius. But I could only proceed with extreme caution, afraid that one wrong move would make me vanish without a trace.