I Slept for Seventy Years, and My Whole Family Was Waiting on Their Knees

Seventy years ago, Master Qingwu, Pei Shouque, subdued a dragon with his own body and fell into slumber beneath the ancestral shrine.

Seventy years later, the Pei family opened his coffin to move his grave. The ancestor who had been "dead for seventy years" opened his eyes.

By now, the Pei family was no longer the prestigious Chinese clan it had once been.

Their CEO had been stripped of power, a peach-blossom trap had ruined their grandson's reputation, their honest descendants were being drained by others who stole their fortune, and one arrogant skeptic even dared to block the ancestor's door.

Then the young man in a blue robe stood at the center of the ancestral hall and exposed the deadly feng shui formation with a single sentence:

"Seventy years have passed. It's time for the Pei family to reclaim its place in the world."

Evil cultivators come to challenge the family? He draws talismans to suppress the evil and sends them out on their knees.

Outsiders try to seize the family fortune? He cuts off their wealth and alters their fate.

A Yin-Yang master covets the dragon vein?

The ancestor lifts a hand, and the whole sect is crushed beneath him.

You unworthy descendants, get on your knees. Your great-grandfather is back.