A Farmer's Journey To Immortality - Chapter 427: The Origin of Dadangar Subcontinent

[Beef buns: Can effectively replenish physical strength, enhance fitness, and are safe to eat.]Hungry Tain Lin looked at the cow dung in front of him and couldn't help but fall into contemplation.Is this cow dung or a beef bun?To eat, or not to eat? This is a question.

Born to a mother on death row and subsequently raised in the prison, Gu Tianyou did not have what most people would consider a ‘normal’ childhood. Instead of the usual math and history one might learn at a public school, he had criminals for tutors. He received regular lessons from notorious serial killer, Dr. Miao, and earned protection from the respected Master Long.

With such a unique background, Gu Tianyou graduated from the Police Academy with little difficulty, and was assigned as an undercover cop. But will the skills he learned from a lifetime of being cared for by criminals be enough to help him take criminals down?

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.

After opening the ancient well in his backyard, Li Yin’s life has changed since then!

Sixth Prince Li Yin? 21st century otaku Li Yin? He can travel freely between the two worlds, what kind of life should he choose?

Harem? Hegemony? trickery? Is that all?

No! With the advantages of modern technology, he wants to build his fiefdom into the economic center of the world, and the world map will be filled with his colonies…

PS: This is written about the Tang Dynasty, but it is a parallel time and space. There is no need for historical burdens, and it will be a little different from the real Tang Dynasty. Please don’t be serious about the textual research party, because some small details like titles are annoying. This is not what I wanted, thank you!