Yang Ting had a problem.
No, it wasn't the fact that he had accidentally become an immortal.
No, it wasn't that he had casually erased a demon lord and an army of cultivators.
And no, it wasn't even that the Heavenly Empress herself had shown up to personally test him.
It was something far worse.
He couldn't nap in peace anymore.
Everywhere he went, people stared at him with reverence. Villagers called him "Great Immortal Yang Ting." Cultivators whispered his name like he was some heaven-sent genius. Merchants tried to give him free food.
It was awful.
So, he made a decision.
"Alright," he muttered, standing under his cursed willow tree that had once been a place of peace. "Time for a vacation."
Luo Yiyi, standing beside him, froze. "You're… leaving?"
"Yep."
"To go… where?"
Yang Ting shrugged. "Somewhere quiet."
Luo Yiyi narrowed her eyes. "Ting, you do realize you're probably the most wanted man in the cultivation world right now, right?"
"Uh-huh."
"And that every sect, kingdom, and rogue cultivator is either hunting you or trying to recruit you?"
"Yep."
"And your solution is to just… walk away?"
"That's the plan."
Luo Yiyi rubbed her temples. "This is the worst plan I've ever heard."
Yang Ting patted her shoulder. "That's why it'll work."
Before she could argue, he turned and left.
---
A Few Days Later…
Yang Ting was deep in the mountains, finally free from the chaos of Green Sprout Town.
The forest was peaceful. The sky was clear. There was no one in sight.
Finally.
He took a deep breath, stretched, and—
BOOM.
The ground shook. A massive explosion erupted in the distance, followed by screams.
Yang Ting sighed.
"...Of course."
He slowly walked toward the commotion.
When he arrived, he found—
A massive battlefield.
Two groups of cultivators were locked in a deadly clash. One side wore red robes with golden phoenix emblems. The other wore dark robes with silver snake symbols.
"DIE, FLAME LOTUS SECT SCUM!"
"NEVER! YOUR SHADOW VIPER SECT WILL FALL TODAY!"
Yang Ting rubbed his temples. "Ugh. A sect war?"
Loud battles. Dramatic yelling. So much effort.
He was about to turn around and leave—
But then, someone noticed him.
"Wait! That's—that's Yang Ting!"
The battle paused.
Both sects suddenly froze in place.
Hundreds of cultivators turned to stare at him.
Yang Ting stared back.
A long, awkward silence followed.
Then—
One of the sect elders immediately dropped to his knees. "G-Great Immortal Yang Ting! This lowly one greets you!"
The opposing elder did the same. "Yes! It is an honor to be in your presence!"
BOOM.
Both entire sects dropped to their knees.
"Please, Supreme One, bestow your wisdom upon us!"
"We are unworthy of your gaze!"
"Guide us, O Great Yang Ting!"
Yang Ting groaned.
"...I hate it here."
Yang Ting stood there, watching two entire sects bow before him like he was some divine prophet.
He sighed. "Guys, I was just passing through."
One of the elders, a wrinkled old man with a long white beard, trembled. "Supreme One! Your mere presence must be a sign from the heavens!"
The other elder, a sharp-eyed woman in silver robes, nodded rapidly. "Yes! We have been warring for centuries! Surely, you have come to deliver judgment!"
Yang Ting pinched the bridge of his nose. "Listen, I don't care who wins. You can all go home now."
The elders gasped.
The old man stroked his beard in awe. "Ah… such wisdom."
The silver-robed elder's eyes shone. "He has spoken! The war is meaningless!"
The two sects stared at each other.
Then, after a long silence—
"THE GREAT IMMORTAL HAS SPOKEN!"
BOOM.
Both sides instantly stopped fighting.
Yang Ting blinked. "…Huh. That was easy."
Luo Yiyi, who had just caught up to him, grabbed his sleeve. "You just stopped a centuries-old war by accident."
Yang Ting yawned. "Yeah, yeah."
He was just about to leave when—
BOOM.
The sky darkened.
A massive crack of thunder tore through the air as a familiar, ominous presence descended from above.
Luo Yiyi's face paled. "No way…"
From the storm clouds, a towering shadowy figure emerged, his blood-red robes billowing violently. His demonic aura pulsed, distorting reality itself.
"YANG TING!"
Yang Ting groaned. "Oh, not this guy again."
Demon Lord Xun descended, his eyes burning with fury. "You humiliated me once. But now, I have returned—stronger than ever!"
The sect elders panicked.
"Th-The Demon Lord?!"
"Impossible! He was defeated!"
"H-He must be seeking revenge!"
Demon Lord Xun grinned wickedly. "I have spent the last month cultivating in the Abyssal Hellfire Pit. I have absorbed the souls of a thousand fallen warriors! And now—"
Yang Ting raised a hand.
BOOM.
A mysterious force instantly yeeted the Demon Lord into the sky at Mach speed.
His voice faded into the distance.
"NOT AGAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIN—!"
Silence.
The storm clouds vanished.
The sect elders stared in horror.
Luo Yiyi slowly turned to Yang Ting.
"You… just deleted him."
Yang Ting shrugged. "Eh. He'll probably come back."
The sect elders immediately bowed again.
"UNPARALLELED WISDOM!"
"TRULY A MASTER OF THE DAO!"
"HE EVEN SHOWS MERCY TO HIS ENEMIES!"
Yang Ting sighed deeply. "Can I leave now?"
Luo Yiyi stared at him.
"…I give up."
Yang Ting grinned. "Nice."
And with that—
He walked away.
Yang Ting had a plan.
No more sects. No more demon lords. No more random people begging him for wisdom.
He just needed to find a quiet place to nap.
So, he did the logical thing.
"Alright," he muttered, summoning his broken system. "I'll just make my own peaceful spot."
He tapped [Create Object] and thought:
I want a nice, cozy place where no one will bother me.
The system glitched.
Then—
BOOOOOOM.
The air shattered like glass.
A massive golden light erupted from the ground, expanding outward at an insane speed.
Luo Yiyi, who had been following him, screamed. "T-TING, WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
Yang Ting blinked. "Uh… made a nap spot?"
The golden light solidified.
When the dust settled—
They were standing in a breathtaking celestial paradise.
Floating jade mountains. Waterfalls of pure spiritual essence. Ancient trees blooming with golden divine fruits. The very air hummed with tranquility.
A notification dinged.
[Supreme Creation Triggered: Heavenly Bamboo Sanctuary (One-of-a-Kind)]
[Effect: A Divine Realm that Grants Eternal Peace and Infinite Cultivation Potential]
Yang Ting squinted at the notification.
"…Oops?"
Luo Yiyi clutched her head. "YOU JUST CREATED A NEW HEAVENLY REALM!"
Yang Ting scratched his cheek. "Yeah, but more importantly—"
He spotted a soft-looking patch of grass under a giant willow tree.
"That looks comfy."
Before Luo Yiyi could process what just happened, Yang Ting lay down and closed his eyes.
"Alright. Time for a nap."
Meanwhile—
Somewhere, in the Celestial Palace…
The Heavenly Empress was sipping tea when she suddenly froze.
She turned sharply, staring at the sky.
A new divine realm had just appeared.
Created by one person.
She exhaled slowly, setting down her cup.
"This boy…"
Then, after a moment—
She smirked.
"…Truly, he is a menace."
---
Back in the Heavenly Bamboo Sanctuary…
Luo Yiyi was still screaming internally.
"Ting, do you understand what you just did?!"
Yang Ting yawned. "Uh-huh."
"You—You just created the most powerful cultivation sanctuary in existence!"
"Neat."
"You—You just rewrote the balance of the cultivation world!"
"Cool."
Luo Yiyi grabbed his collar. "PEOPLE ARE GOING TO LOSE THEIR MINDS OVER THIS!"
Yang Ting shrugged. "Not my problem."
Luo Yiyi let out a long, suffering sigh.
"…You know what? Fine. I give up. Do whatever you want."
Yang Ting grinned. "Nice."
And with that—
He went back to sleep.
Yang Ting was having the best nap of his life.
The Heavenly Bamboo Sanctuary was perfect. The grass was soft. The air was crisp. The waterfalls made a soothing background noise.
For the first time in forever, he felt at peace.
Then—
BOOM.
The air trembled. Space itself rippled.
Yang Ting cracked open one eye.
Hovering above the sanctuary, clad in radiant golden armor, were three celestial envoys.
Their robes flowed with divine power. Their gazes were cold and absolute.
They descended gracefully, landing before him.
One of them, a stern-looking man with silver eyes, stepped forward.
"Yang Ting," he declared. "We are envoys of the Divine Court. We have come to—"
Yang Ting held up a hand.
"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, sitting up. "What do you want?"
The envoys stiffened.
Most people would be shaking in fear right now. The Divine Court was the highest governing body in the heavens. Even the strongest sects and empires bowed before them.
Yet this man—
He was acting like they were door-to-door salesmen.
The silver-eyed envoy cleared his throat.
"You have recently performed multiple acts of divine creation."
Yang Ting yawned. "Uh-huh."
"You have altered the natural balance of the cultivation world."
"Mm-hmm."
"You have created a heavenly realm—a feat that has not been accomplished in over a million years."
"Yeah, that tracks."
The envoys gritted their teeth.
The second envoy, a woman with golden markings on her forehead, stepped forward.
"Do you not understand the gravity of your actions?!" she demanded. "You have disrupted the cosmic order!"
Yang Ting stretched. "Not my problem."
The third envoy, a bearded old man, twitched.
"Not your—?! Do you realize that gods and ancient beings are watching you now?!"
Yang Ting shrugged. "Cool. Hope they enjoy the show."
The envoys looked like they were about to explode.
Luo Yiyi, who had been watching in horror, grabbed his sleeve.
"Ting," she hissed. "These are CELESTIAL ENVOYS! You can't just brush them off!"
Yang Ting raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"
Luo Yiyi gestured wildly. "Because they can destroy entire realms if they feel like it?!"
Yang Ting yawned. "Sounds like effort."
The envoys visibly struggled to maintain their composure.
Finally, the silver-eyed envoy exhaled.
"Yang Ting." His voice was carefully measured. "We are giving you a formal warning."
Yang Ting raised an eyebrow. "For what?"
The envoy's eye twitched.
"For… being a walking disaster."
Yang Ting grinned. "Sounds about right."
The second envoy scowled. "Do not take this lightly! If you continue these reckless displays of power, the Divine Court will have to intervene."
Yang Ting stared at them.
Then—
He waved his hand.
BOOM.
A golden shockwave erupted.
The three envoys vanished instantly.
Luo Yiyi choked. "DID YOU JUST ERASE CELESTIAL ENVOYS?!"
Yang Ting shrugged. "Nah. Just teleported them somewhere else."
"WHERE?!"
Yang Ting scratched his chin. "Dunno. Probably somewhere annoying."
---
Somewhere in the Mortal Realm…
The three celestial envoys reappeared—inside a crowded noodle shop.
A waiter immediately approached.
"Welcome! Would you like to try our special Spicy Dragon Noodles?"
The envoys stared.
The silver-eyed envoy shook with rage.
"…I HATE THAT MAN."
---
Back in the Heavenly Bamboo Sanctuary…
Luo Yiyi stared at Yang Ting.
"You just banished celestial envoys to a noodle shop."
Yang Ting lay back down. "Yep."
"…I don't even have the energy to be mad anymore."
Yang Ting grinned. "Nice."
And with that—
He went back to sleep.
Yang Ting's life was simple.
Sleep. Eat. Sleep again. Occasionally delete annoying people from existence.
It was perfect.
Which is why—
"Ting, wake up! You're in trouble!"
Yang Ting groaned as Luo Yiyi shook him awake. "Ugh… what is it now?"
Luo Yiyi threw a scroll onto his chest. "You've been entered into the Celestial Grand Tournament."
Yang Ting blinked.
Then, very slowly, he sat up.
"…What?"
Luo Yiyi paced back and forth. "It's a legendary tournament where the greatest cultivators from all over compete for immortality, divine artifacts, and unimaginable power."
Yang Ting rubbed his eyes. "Sounds exhausting."
"It is! That's why I'm trying to figure out who the hell signed you up!"
Yang Ting picked up the scroll and lazily unrolled it.
Sure enough, it was an official decree.
"By order of the Divine Court, Yang Ting is hereby invited to participate in the Celestial Grand Tournament."
Yang Ting squinted.
"Huh. They wrote my name in fancy gold letters. That's nice."
Luo Yiyi smacked his arm. "FOCUS! You can't just ignore this! If you don't show up, the Divine Court might try to erase you!"
Yang Ting grinned. "That didn't work too well for them last time."
Luo Yiyi buried her face in her hands. "I hate you."
Yang Ting stretched. "Alright, fine. I'll go."
Luo Yiyi froze. "…Wait, really?"
"Yeah, yeah. Sounds annoying, but whatever."
Luo Yiyi stared at him suspiciously. "Are you actually going to try?"
Yang Ting yawned. "Nope."
Luo Yiyi sighed. "Of course not."
---
One Week Later – The Tournament Grounds
The Celestial Grand Tournament was held in a massive floating coliseum. The stands were packed with thousands of cultivators, emperors, sect leaders, and divine beings.
At the center, the Heavenly Empress herself sat on a radiant throne, watching with mild amusement.
Yang Ting stood among hundreds of competitors, stretching lazily.
Luo Yiyi stood next to him, still looking deeply concerned. "Okay, do you at least have a plan?"
Yang Ting smirked. "Yup. It's called doing nothing."
Luo Yiyi groaned. "We're going to die."
A grand announcer stepped forward. "WELCOME, CHALLENGERS! The rules are simple! Battle until one remains!"
The crowd roared.
Yang Ting yawned. "This is already too much effort."
Then—
BOOM.
The battle began.
Cultivators exploded into action, summoning swords, divine flames, and terrifying techniques.
Yang Ting?
He just stood there.
A murderous swordsman charged at him. "DIE, YANG TING!"
Yang Ting stepped slightly to the left.
The swordsman tripped over his own feet and knocked himself out.
Luo Yiyi gawked. "…Did you just dodge by accident?!"
Yang Ting shrugged. "Eh."
A group of five cultivators surrounded him.
"Attack together!" they roared.
Yang Ting breathed out.
A gust of wind randomly blew through the arena.
All five cultivators were launched into the sky and disappeared.
The crowd went silent.
Even the Heavenly Empress raised an eyebrow.
Luo Yiyi shook him. "HOW ARE YOU WINNING WITHOUT TRYING?!"
Yang Ting grinned. "Talent."
At that moment, the final opponent stepped forward.
A massive, golden-armored warrior wielding a sword the size of a house.
"I AM DIVINE WARLORD FENG!" the man bellowed. "MY STRENGTH HAS SHAKEN THE HEAVENS!"
Yang Ting rubbed his chin. "Cool. I like your armor."
Divine Warlord Feng grinned. "HAHA! A WORTHY CHALLENGER!"
He raised his sword—
And then his armor suddenly collapsed off his body.
The crowd gasped.
The warlord froze. "…Huh?"
Yang Ting tilted his head. "Oops. I think I accidentally unmade your armor."
Divine Warlord Feng stared at his now-exposed robes.
Then, very slowly, he nodded.
"…I concede."
BOOM.
The arena erupted into chaos.
"THE WINNER IS YANG TING!"
Yang Ting stretched. "Neat. Can I go now?"
The Heavenly Empress smirked from her throne.
"This boy… truly, he is a menace."
Luo Yiyi, meanwhile, was just lying on the ground.
"…I give up."
Yang Ting patted her shoulder. "Nice."
And with that—
He left to go nap.