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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.

Li Ming stared at the bamboo basket full of spiritual herbs, his expression blank.


Across from him, Lei Shan sat on a rock, tail swishing, eyes glowing with pure expectation.


"Let me confirm," Li Ming said flatly. "You want me to cook you cultivation food?"


Lei Shan nodded, proud. "You're my parent. Feed me like one."


Bai Guo snickered. "You've gone from alchemist to chef. Congratulations, descendant. The Dao of Cuisine awaits you."


Li Ming rubbed his temples. "I have fought lightning guardians, survived time cracks, and faced a chicken deity. I will not be defeated by a lunch menu."


The cauldron flared to life. Li Ming poured in herbs with precise control, adding a wisp of thunder qi for balance. The aroma was divine—until Lei Shan sneezed.


A pulse of lightning rippled from the cub's nose, striking the cauldron.


The concoction turned purple. Then hissed. Then grew legs.


Li Ming's expression didn't change. "Why is my meal walking away?"


Chapter 132 - “The Art of Feeding Beasts (and Losing Dignity)”