The Emperor Without An Empire [Xianxia - Transmigration - LitRPG]

They stole my empire, my cultivation, even my name. Their mistake was leaving me alive. This body was called Shen Taros, so that's who I am now. Seven hundred years of experience packed into an eighteen-year-old with the spiritual capacity of wet parchment. At least now I’ve got the numbers to tell me how far I’ve fallen. A cultivator with god-like powers will hunt me within the year. If I haven't rebuilt my strength by then, well, that would be embarrassing in a rather permanent way. So here I am, slumming it by opening meridians one painful breath at a time, learning alchemy from a terrifying mistress, and picking entirely avoidable fights with powerful people who consider themselves beyond justice. Frankly, between all of that, working in a decrepit fish warehouse, and dodging loan sharks, I'm making remarkable progress. They wanted this Emperor permanently retired. I'm afraid I'm going to have to disappoint them. What to expect - Slice of life (I can’t emphasize this enough...) - System-lite LitRPG, although the numbers still ramp up as the chapters go by - Cultivation and skills and titles, oh my! - Base and community building - Crafting and combat - The merest dash of politics - An underdog hero who has no intention of remaining the underdog for long - Chapters M-W-F