One female lead, many male leads. Modern cultivation, all male leads are virgins.
An Xuetang has defeated everyone in the cultivation world and is hailed as the strongest War God in the Six Realms, the Immortal Venerable Lianhua.
Yet she is a female phoenix who has never awakened to love, and all she wants is for her beloved Shaoshi Mountain to thrive forever and be filled with outstanding disciples.
What Immortal Venerable Lianhua? She only snatched those disciples because they were talented! It just so happens they’re all gorgeous, like flowers!
It’s not like she’s looking for a cultivation partner. She really doesn’t choose her disciples based on their looks!
“Right, right, we know…” everyone says. But their eyes keep darting over her, again and again.
Of course, that includes her two older brothers. What can she do when the pair are so dazzling, one phoenix and one luan, adored throughout the Six Realms?
Once, in order to recruit more disciples, Sect Leader An stripped her own brothers and tied them to the gate pillars of Shaoshi Mountain to attract cultivators…
Outrageous, absolutely outrageous, but no one dares complain!
After all, she’s the favorite of both her father and her dad!
She’s so powerful that she can intimidate the Six Realms, and all sorts of cultivation tribulations amplified a hundred or even ten thousand times can’t touch her.
But how can she make progress without going through tribulations? She’s already ascended four times. That’s ridiculous!
So the Heavenly Emperor and her two dads meet in secret, grinning and smirking as they scheme. Every so often, someone says:
“Mm, that aloof young master of the Demon Emperor is there!”
“I remember that troublesome little son of the Demon Venerable and Ghost King went too, right?”
“Oh, right! She’s got a little disciple too, the little menace she snatched away when he was three…”
An Xuetang is enjoying a handsome puppet massaging her shoulders and legs at Shaoshi Mountain when a cold breeze suddenly blows past…
She twitches her nose, catching the scent of a conspiracy.
Damn it, who the hell is asking for death by coveting my beauty?
