Ming Chen possessed a strange ability.

He knew that the withered old tree in his courtyard actually had thousands of years of cultivation.

He also knew that the little white dove that was almost cooked into a dish could one day transform into a phoenix…

He knew that in this chaotic world, demons, spirits, immortals, and ghosts were hiding everywhere.

If he helped them fulfill their long-awaited wishes and destinies, he would receive a “wish-return” reward.

A carefree young master entered the mortal world seeking fame and official rank—yet his appearance attracted demons and ghosts, gods descended to earth, and heaven and earth began to shift.

Birds becoming phoenixes.

Snakes turning into dragons.

A golden scale leaping through Heaven’s Gate.

Immortals seeking titles.

Ghosts seeking repayment.

A murderous star slaughtering millions.

…

In the third year of Jianming, the world was finally unified.

The new empress founded the dynasty through martial strength, reshaping the land with an overwhelming presence.

In the imperial court, the new sovereign looked down at the gathered ministers:

“Who dares impeach the Duke of the Nation? Drag them out and behead them! And confiscate their household!”

The ministers: “……”

The Great Qian Dynasty is doomed.

In the An Guo Duke’s manor, the most honored man in the world scratched the little fox spirit under the chin.

“Monster, I want you to help me cultivate.”

Ming Chen: I have three dreams.

1. To awake with power over the world and sleep with beauties at my side — Completed

2. To build a fantasy land where humans, immortals, demons, and spirits coexist — In progress

3. To become master of Heaven and Earth, shaping all creation — Still dreaming about peaches