Qiyao might be the most wronged goddess in all three realms. Other people’s contract beasts are majestic, but hers does nothing but fluff up its feathers and peck at people. She only wanted to catch a fish to replenish her younger brother’s demon core, but instead she hooked an avian ancestor and was forced into an ancient pact. Now the Azure Phoenix chases her every day, demanding that she break the contract, while Meng Po waves a ladle and demands compensation for her mind-reading pot. The Demon Lord Chize, with mushrooms growing on his head, wants to start a farmstay, and even the Heavenly Emperor’s wig is putting on a concert above her head. And things get even more outrageous when Xuan Ye, her ex who crawled out of the Chaos Seal, insists she owes him three thousand spirit stones in romantic debt from her past life. What kind of romantic tribulation involves helping an ex plant five hundred mu of dragon fruit? When a woman identical to herself climbs out of an ice coffin, Qiyao finally flips the table. “Whoever wants to be a goddess can have the job! Azure Phoenix, we’re having charcoal-grilled chaos tonight!”
