How Do You Raise a Godling? Help, Urgent!

One day, Ruan Yingxue transmigrates and becomes a low-level office worker in the immortal realm: the fairy Lingyuan. After working herself to the bone for three hundred years, all she wants is early retirement. But the immortal wine at Yaochi is so potent that she stumbles straight into the arms of the supreme god Xuanyun, who is said to have shut himself away (crossed out) gone into seclusion for ten thousand years!

When she wakes up beside the sleeping big shot, Lingyuan’s survival instincts kick in: Run! She has to run! Grab the galaxy and flee in the middle of the night!

She promptly takes her “unexpected reward” and slips away to a little mortal world, where she buys a house (a broken-down shack) and some land (a deserted yard), then settles into a lazy life of farming and raising a child.

As the child keeps asking every day, “Is my dad dead or alive? Is he round or flat?” Lingyuan always gives the same answer: “Your dad? He’s the prettiest shooting star in the sky. He makes a dazzling entrance to light up Mommy’s life, and then... well, that’s it!”

Then one day, a cool and noble man in white, radiating immortal elegance, appears at the gate of her little courtyard. Looking at the child using immortal power to make foxtail grass grow faster, a faint glimmer of interest passes through his eyes. “Such a wondrous technique, used to grow a weed. How original.”

An’an immediately shields his “scientific achievement,” his little face wary. “Who are you? Are you trying to replace my mommy’s deadbeat husband?”

The man falls silent for a moment, then lifts his eyes and fixes them on Lingyuan, who is trying to escape over the wall. The corner of his mouth curls up, and he speaks in a gentle voice:

“Madam, I recently heard some rumors in the mortal realm concerning my name... I wonder if you would be willing to set the record straight?”

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