Tangtang, a newly transformed little succubus, falls through a rift from the Demon Realm and crashes into the forbidden meditation grounds of Ye Wudao, the ancestor of Qingxuan Sect, the foremost righteous sect.
She doesn’t know who she is, much less what her naturally alluring charms are for. She just thinks that the cold-faced ancestor has warm, abundant spiritual energy. When she’s hungry, she cuddles up to him for food; when she’s cold, she snuggles into his arms. And when she sees how handsome he is, she can’t help clinging to him.
The whole of Qingxuan Sect goes into a frenzy. Their patriarch, who has wanted nothing for three hundred years and never leaves the mountain, went into seclusion and came back with a doll-like beauty?!
The elders stare at Tangtang with wide eyes. The usually dignified sect leader blushes and grips his sword, and even the righteous big shot who came to call them to account can barely make himself leave.
Tangtang tilts her head, utterly confused. Why is everyone acting so strange? Why are they all staring at me and panting?
Ye Wudao pulls her behind him. His Adam’s apple bobs, his throat burning, as he sweeps his cold gaze across the crowd. “What are you looking at? I’m the ancestor of a righteous sect. Is it really so wrong for me to raise a little one?”
No one knows that this cold-faced ancestor, ranked among the top five on the continent, has had his Daoist heart, untouched for five hundred years, thoroughly rubbed to pieces. His mind is filled with just one thought: to coax this ungrateful little thing into his arms, where she’ll cuddle up to him and no one else, every single day.
