A "Last Will"

My name was Ye Lang, an utterly ordinary member of society. I had an ordinary family and lived an ordinary life. If nothing unexpected happened, I would marry an ordinary, easily satisfied woman as my wife—the latter point was especially important. My woman had to be easy to please, not always demanding this and that. Of course, every now and then, I would splurge and give her a surprise.

After that, I would continue living the life of an ordinary person, have a child, raise that child into someone capable, and, like everyone else, hope my child would become a dragon.

In this life, perhaps I would accomplish one or two remarkable things, but overall, I was just an ordinary person living an ordinary life.

Still, I thought such a life was not bad. Perhaps that was because I was only an ordinary person. But an accident descended upon this ordinary man and left my once-ordinary heart unable to bear it.

That day, on a whim, I went to donate blood. In the end, they discovered something wrong with my blood, so I went to the hospital for a thorough examination. When I looked at the test report, I did not know how to describe my feelings. Perhaps it was because my mind had gone completely blank.

I could not remember what the illness was called. In any case, its scientific name was terribly long. It was an extremely rare blood disease, with fewer than a thousand cases worldwide. This absolutely should not have been a disease for an ordinary person like me. An ordinary person like me should have caught ordinary little illnesses like colds and fevers.

Heavens, you thought far too highly of me.

This disease was not necessarily fatal. When it did not flare up, I was no different from a normal person. But once it did, my life would be in danger. Since it was so rare, there were few treatments available, and the cost was not something an ordinary person could afford.

Leaving all that aside, could my parents bear such news?

So I made a decision. I spent some time changing myself, making people think I had a heart that longed to roam the ends of the earth. After all, my name contained the character Lang—perhaps I was destined to become a wanderer.

At that time, I thought that if I could travel the world in my lifetime, it would be no small blessing.

Then, three years ago—or perhaps it had been three years, I did not even know how many years had passed in between—I had another whim. Alone, carrying some wilderness survival gear, I made my way through these uninhabited deep mountains.

Unluckily, and yet luckily, I slipped and fell off a cliff.

Falling off a cliff was naturally unfortunate. The fortunate part was that there happened to be a pool below it. Yet there was still another misfortune: beneath the cliff was a valley, a valley with no exit.

Likewise, fortune still accompanied me. There was actually a Martial Arts Treasury in that valley. Yes, you read that right, and I did not say it wrong. A Martial Arts Treasury.

This Martial Arts Treasury truly contained everything under the sun. It had not only martial arts manuals, but also Chinese medicine, mechanisms, Mystic Gate Escapology, and more. So long as it was a skill you could imagine from a wuxia novel, it had it all.

There was one more thing. I thought the person who had left behind this Martial Arts Treasury must have been an outstanding educator, because whether it was martial arts or other skills, there were beginner-level books for everything, with exceptionally detailed foundational knowledge.

Even an ordinary person like me, who knew absolutely nothing about martial arts or Chinese medicine, could slowly get started. Then, as my knowledge deepened, I gradually began to master them. Learning came with no obstacles at all.

Of course, at first, I did not believe these things were real. I thought someone had simply played a joke. But I was already terminally ill, so I treated a dead horse as though it were alive. Perhaps this could heal my body. So I practiced some qigong and learned acupuncture and the like.

Once I started, there was no reining it in. I threw myself completely into the cultivation within, and I did not know how much time, how many years, had passed before I finally learned more than half of what was there.

Well, I was only an ordinary person. Naturally, I would not learn things that did not interest me. I only learned flashy, cool skills, preparing to stir up the winds and clouds in society after I emerged from seclusion.

Sigh. If not for the meteor that had suddenly appeared from the sky before my eyes and was crashing down on me with unerring precision, I believed that, with my strength already unmatched beneath heaven, my future days would have been wonderful. If I wanted money, I would have money; if I wanted women, I would have women. Whatever I wanted, I would have had it.

You asked whether my illness had been completely cured? I was not too sure about that either. I had not gone to the hospital for a follow-up examination. In any case, I had not died these past few years, and judging by my pulse, I was an absolutely strong and healthy man.

My last words had reached this point, so they could more or less come to an end.

Finally, I wanted to say this: Big Brother, take good care of our father and mother, and also Great-Granduncle Seven. Your little brother was going to another world.

Lastly of all, I also wanted to say that if Heaven let me do this over again, I absolutely would not imitate Wang Chongyang and shout about being unrivaled beneath heaven. What damned bad luck. He had just emerged from seclusion when a shoe smashed him to death, but at least he had left a whole corpse behind. I had just emerged from seclusion, just become unrivaled beneath heaven, only to be smashed into minced meat by a meteor that had flown in from who knew where.

All right, that was me, Ye Lang. I could have stopped being ordinary, could have been awesome, but in the end, I was still an ordinary person. Those were my final words.

Lastly of the lastly of the lastly, I had to mention my wish. Well, my wish for my next life. I had grown used to being ordinary in this life. When I reincarnated in the next, I wanted to be born into the family with the most power, influence, and money.

I wanted to squander! I wanted to be a wastrel!!

Middle-earth Continent, Soaring Sky Empire. Located in the east of the continent, it occupied the continent's most fertile and prosperous lands. Together with Vermilion Bird in the south and Aila in the west, it stood in a three-legged balance over the continent. Most other kingdoms could only survive in the cracks between them. Their only choice was to attach themselves to one of the Three Great Empires.

Today, an exceedingly strange occurrence appeared in the Imperial City of the Soaring Sky Empire. Or rather, it was a phenomenon. To be more precise, it was a weather phenomenon, and an extraordinarily beautiful one—so beautiful that it made people forget everything else.

The clouds in the sky were golden, solely because of the strange yet beautiful rosy radiance. Whether its timing, its location, or the conditions of its appearance, everything about this glow struck people as bizarre.

A number of experts—that was, scholars in this world—adjusted the frames on the bridges of their noses and solemnly declared that this was a sign from the gods.

In this world, anything beyond human understanding was classified as a divine miracle, and the people of this world all believed that gods existed. That was not bad, really. It spared people from drilling into a bull's horn. As for whether gods truly existed, only ghosts knew.

The rosy radiance classified as a divine miracle not only turned the clouds golden, but transformed the entire Imperial City into a golden world, as though it were a city of gold.

By all reason, what happened in the Imperial City that day would certainly be given a mysterious color and linked to the gods. If someone deliberately fanned the flames, then there were only three words for it—more divine still.

And on this very day, a little life would descend into this world, descend upon this city, and was thus destined to become the focus of everyone's attention.

He would be called the Son of God!

Also known as the child of the gods, or simply the Divine Child...

Within the Imperial City, in the district where the powerful and wealthy resided, stood an enormous grand residence. It was the largest "Pang Manor" in this district, in this Imperial City, in the entire empire, and perhaps even across the whole continent in terms of land area and number of courtyards.

The Royal Palaces of most kingdoms were not as large or as luxurious as this "Pang Manor." If it had not stood in the Imperial City of the Soaring Sky Empire, if it had not stood in this district of the powerful and wealthy, people would certainly have suspected it was a Royal Palace. Though it lacked a palace-like style, it could not stop everyone from suspecting it.

It was only because the Imperial Palace of the Soaring Sky Empire was likewise extraordinarily huge and magnificently resplendent that this "Pang Manor" seemed like a small witch before a great witch. Added to that, the residences of the empire's nobles were also often very large, making it somewhat inconspicuous—but only somewhat.

After saying so much, it was time to introduce the name of this "Pang Manor." It had an utterly ordinary name that did not suit it at all—Ye Residence.

And because of this, none of the grand residences in this district dared give themselves luxurious names. They did not even use slightly more imposing names like such-and-such Grand Residence. Calling yourself a Grand Residence beside Ye Residence—would that not be courting humiliation?

Ye Residence, as its name implied, was the residence of the Ye family. The Ye-surnamed family that could possess such a residence was undoubtedly an enormous Lineage. Otherwise, how could they own such a huge residence here?

On the continent, whenever the Ye surname was mentioned, everyone first thought of the Ye Clan of the Soaring Sky Empire, the legendary eastern Lineage that had been called the number one family under heaven for thousands of years.

Today, the Ye Clan would welcome the birth of another new member. Why say another? That was simple: the Ye Clan saw the birth of a new member almost every month.

The Ye Clan truly lived up to its name as the number one family under heaven. Not only in power and wealth, but also in the number of its members. After several thousand years of inheritance, the Ye Clan genealogy had more than tens of thousands of living members—of course, that did not include those who had already passed away.

Perhaps that was one reason Ye Residence was so enormous. And that was only because those living inside were members of the main family. If the branch families were included, even the Imperial Palace of Soaring Sky would probably not have enough room.

However, this new member also had a special side, a side that drew attention. He was the grandson of the current head of the Ye Clan, and the son of a popular candidate for the next generation's head. He was very likely to become a candidate for the head two generations from now.

As for why they called him a son rather than a daughter before he had even been born, someone would answer that question soon enough.

"Dad, don't you think your grandson's display is a little too grand? He hasn't even been born yet, and he's already brought forth rosy clouds that fill the sky, as though a deity has descended into the world."