Inventor Cultivator in Another World
Cultivating immortality! What is the purpose of cultivation? Eternal life? Wrong! Dao Sansheng pursues cultivation simply for the sake of earning money. If immortality cannot be attained, there’s alwa
Dao Sansheng, you’re still eating? The master’s spirit beasts are starving—hurry up and take them to the back mountain to graze.
A child dressed in black servant’s robes, his face somewhat tanned, hurried over, almost running two steps at a time.
“Third Granduncle, I’ll go right away!”
Crumbs still clung to the corner of his mouth as he ran, stuffing the remaining flatbread into his shirt pocket, panting heavily while dashing inside.
The middle-aged man’s face brimmed with pride; he straightened up and took a couple bites of vegetables.
“Who’s your Third Granduncle? With your family’s status, you still want to claim kinship?”
He muttered as he set down his chopsticks.
Watching the other servants eating at the table, he suddenly stood and shouted, “You all only know how to eat, eat, eat! If you subtract the time spent on cultivation, how many hours a day do you actually work for the master, you little brats?”
His gaze swept across the room. The servants, all children around ten years old, trembled in fear. Once they recovered, they scattered like startled fish.
After his outburst, the man sat down and served a mouthful of vegetables to the man beside him, who wore a white brocade robe with a golden belt.
“Manager Dao, please eat. Now that those little brats are gone, doesn’t it feel much quieter?”
He smiled eagerly, waiting for a reply.
The man in white turned, sword-like brows and sharp eyes, his high nose framing his dignified face. He took out a silk handkerchief and wiped his mouth, gazing at the