Earthlings, Never See You Again

After dividing up the Enlightenment Ancient Tree Coffin, Qin Sheng received a barrage of flattery from his two adopted sons, Ye Fan and Pang Bo: "The boss is so generous!" "Long live the boss! Long live, long live, long live!"

"We've received treatment fit for a Great Emperor now," Pang Bo said smugly.

His autobiography, which he planned to publish after returning to Earth—My Years as a Demon King on Another Planet—had gained another vivid chapter.

Looking at his burly frame, Qin Sheng said, "Yezi has the Sacred Physique. He is destined to rule the universe someday, so I'm not worried about him. But you're different. Your talent is far inferior to his."

Their relationship was such that they said whatever was on their minds, without beating around the bush.

"It's fine. When the time comes, I'll have you, the Great Emperor of this age, and a Completed Sacred Physique at my back. I'll be invincible too."

Pang Bo took it well and did not care that he was inferior to Qin Sheng and Ye Fan. I can't become an Emperor, and I don't have the Sacred Physique. But I'll have those two backers in the future. Who would dare provoke me?

"Even so, I still hope you can carve out a future with your own strength," Qin Sheng said earnestly.

"If your innate talent is lacking, that's no problem. We can make up for it through hard work and opportunities acquired later."

"When cultivation feels difficult, take a look at the trunk of the Enlightenment Ancient Tree I gave you. Make good use of it."

"You mean..." Pang Bo was puzzled.

"Sometimes, cultivation should not be bound by convention. You need to take an unconventional path," Qin Sheng said.

"As the old saying goes, you become what you eat.