Reporting to the Immortal Mountain

Li Qiuming raised his head to gaze at the moon. The chirping of insects in the great courtyard at night had become the hurried footsteps of servants, rushing off to attend to the important figures who had come from all corners of the world.

Thinking back on everything that had happened during the day, Li Qiuming sighed. "Just a life of toil, a life spent serving others."

Before he had been brought back to the family from the brothel, he had lived a life serving others. The worldly patrons of the brothel had an ugly name for people like him: tortoise servant.

He did not believe in fate. Qiuming... Qiuming—this was the name the brothel madam had given him, saying that what people like them, trapped in the mud, sought was a way to survive. Li Qiuming thought otherwise. No, what he sought was to defy the heavens and change his fate.

By the time he reached Azure Cloud Prefecture, he had finally managed to look somewhat like a person. Yet before Li Chuyuan of the Chuyuan generation, his fate was still a lowly one. After great difficulty, he became family head. At first, he thought he had truly defied the heavens and changed his fate. But becoming family head merely meant living lowly in another way.

In truth, far too much in life went against one's wishes. He could not confront his bastard of a father, Li Jianguo. He could not take revenge on Li Chuyuan. Even after becoming family head, he could not do whatever he pleased. Just as today, when facing these former enemies of the family, he had wanted to curse them countless times, yet still had to bow and scrape.

"Ah."

Li Qiuming let out a long sigh. He had asked the ancestors, and they