Help! The Immortal Lord Is Being Relentlessly Hounded by a Monster!

Chu Feng, the Thirteenth Martial God of the Heavenly Court. Yes, the extra one. When he ascended, all twelve positions were taken. The Heavenly Emperor thought he seemed refined and easygoing, so he casually pointed him toward the Red Fate Hall to help the Old Man of the Moon tie red strings. And so Chu Feng, an immortal who could split mountains with his bare hands, spent every day twisting strings, tying little figures, and arranging marriages for mortals. His colleagues laughed behind his back, calling him “the Thirteenth Martial God,” but he acted as if he hadn't heard them. Until the Old Man of the Moon got drunk and sent all the red strings Chu Feng hadn't finished tying down to the mortal world: seven strings per person, chaotic matches between immortals and mortals, master-disciple romances… With the marriage strings tangled into a complete mess, Chu Feng had no choice but to descend and clean up the disaster. As soon as Immortal Lord Chu landed, he picked up a demon named Feng Wu, who was more beautiful than any immortal and lived on Emperor Zhaojin's mountain. The little demon helped him steal the Emperor's divine artifact, then shamelessly insisted on following him. Chu Feng didn't drive him away, not because the demon was sweet-tongued, beautiful, and good at acting cute, but because he could really fight. Whenever they ran into someone foolish enough to cause trouble, the demon dealt with them all without Chu Feng lifting a finger. But the little demon had one flaw: he wasn't afraid of Chu Feng. That wasn't much of a problem. Chu Feng was famous for his good temper, after all. But what was with the demon pinning him in his arms and kissing him after being poisoned by a succubus? Not a kiss on the cheek, not a quick peck before running away. A real kiss, pinning him in his arms, lips pressed against lips. Chu Feng punched him flying three zhang away. Lying on the ground with blood at the corner of his mouth, the demon grinned at Chu Feng. “Immortal Lord, they say hitting is kissing and scolding is loving.” Chu Feng: “…” Is it too late to throw him out now?