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Li Ming was just a fifteen-year-old village boy armed with a rusty kitchen knife… and his first opponent on the path of cultivation was a chicken.

Yes, a chicken.

But when fate (or maybe just bad luck) gave him a strange treasure that boosted his cultivation speed by ten times, his life completely changed.

From being the boy laughed at by everyone…
To shocking his village with “accidental genius”…
To stepping into the world of cultivation where no one has ever reached the highest realm—
Li Ming swore he would climb to the very peak and become the first Heavenly Emperor in history!

Of course, before that… he really should deal with that smug chicken.

“From chicken slayer to Heavenly Emperor — watch him rise"

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Note from the author:

This isn’t a story that tries to dazzle you from the first page — it grows on you.

The early chapters may seem calm, simple, even deceptively ordinary, but they quietly build the strange logic, humor, and rhythm that define Li Ming’s world.

Every conversation, every lazy remark, every “nonsense” scene becomes part of a larger pattern that starts clicking into place after the first hundred chapters.

By the time you reach the mid-series, the pieces suddenly connect — the humor sharpens, the cultivation logic deepens, and every absurd moment begins to make sense in ways both hilarious and satisfying.

What begins as a parody slowly transforms into a genuine cultivation epic… one that laughs at the heavens while still touching something profound beneath it.

If you enjoy stories that start slow but hit hard, or characters who grow not by screaming “Dao!” every three lines but by quietly outsmarting both friends and fate, then give it time.
You’ll find yourself in a world where even bureaucracy has qi, tea can spark enlightenment, and the laziest man alive somehow becomes the most dangerous cultivator in the realm.

This novel doesn’t rush — it ripens.
And by the time you reach the later arcs, you’ll realize it was never about power levels or flashy battles.
It’s about wit, balance, and the beautiful chaos that comes with enlightenment disguised as comedy.

The morning sun barely peeked over the peaks as Li Ming entered the training field, Lei Shan trotting beside him like a miniature storm cloud.


"Alright, little Thunderbub," Li Ming said, stretching. "Today we focus. Lightning control drills. No… unexpected energy bursts."


Lei Shan blinked, yawned, and immediately sent a tiny spark ricocheting off a rock.


Li Ming groaned. "I said no unexpected energy bursts!"


Bai Guo hovered nearby, wings twitching. "Descendant, I feel like he's deliberately trying to make you explode before breakfast."


Li Ming drew a circle in the dirt, summoning a controlled flow of lightning Qi. "Step one: channel the Qi along this path — smooth, consistent, no sparking."


Lei Shan padded forward, tail swishing. Without warning, he traced his tiny paw over the circle, leaving a glowing trail that merged unpredictably with Li Ming's Qi.


Chapter 117 - Training with little thunderbub