My Dear Descendants, Don’t Kneel Yet. Your Great-Grandma Is Only Seventeen

Forty-eight years ago, Luo Qingchuan was swept into a spatial rift and dropped straight into the cultivation world. When she returned, she was still the same seventeen-year-old Luo Qingchuan, but her son had become an old duke lying in bed with only a breath left. The once-glorious Duke’s Estate was now on its last legs Her eldest grandson, the Duke of Weiguo, favored his concubine over his wife and had thrown the household into chaos. Her eldest great-grandson had been made heir, yet picked fights with the Son of Fortune every day. Before long, he would take the whole family down with him. Her second great-grandson had taken the imperial exams for twenty years and failed every time. His despair had grown so profound he wanted to destroy the world, only to be killed with a single sword strike by the Son of Fortune and reduced to a nameless extra in someone else’s rise to fame. Her youngest great-grandson had a notorious reputation outside the home and got pelted with rotten vegetables and eggs wherever he went. Her only great-great-granddaughter couldn’t walk and spent every day in a wheelchair. In the end, she took her own life for a man. Luo Qingchuan: ??? What kind of family is this, a whole nest of sacrificial extras? When Luo Qingchuan first appeared, not a single person believed she was their ancestor. That is, until she split open the artificial hill in the back garden with one palm strike. Then they all dropped to their knees. Fine. Now that she was back, she might as well put the family back in order. She taught them cultivation while helping them defy fate and rewrite their destinies. But her descendants grew stronger and more competitive by the day, pestering her constantly: “Ancestor, teach us another move!” Luo Qingchuan rubbed her temples, wanting nothing more than to slack off. “Stop bothering me! Keep it up and I’ll ascend, then you can fend for yourselves!”