On the Day My Engagement Was Called Off, a Millennium-Old Jiangshi Dragged Me Off to Get Our Marriage License

"Since you were born with an extreme yin trash physique and won't live past twenty, let's call off our engagement. You're not worthy of me."

At a lavish banquet, his fiancée tears up their marriage contract in front of everyone, and they all watch Chen Changsheng become a laughingstock.

Just then, the sky darkens with clouds, and nine dragons drag a bronze ice coffin straight through the hotel roof!

The coffin lid flies open. A thousand-year-old female drought demon, clad in black gauze and breathtakingly beautiful, rises into the air. Her icy gaze sweeps across the room before settling on Chen Changsheng.

She grabs him by the chin, imperious and utterly unyielding. "I've taken a liking to your extreme yin energy. Marry me, or I'll slaughter everyone in this city for fun right now."

Chen Changsheng: "?"

Later, the leaders of the various sects of the Mystic Order wail in despair: "Grandpa Chen, please keep your wife in check! She grabbed Mount Longhu's guardian beast and is making soup for you again!"

Chen Changsheng looks at the female drought demon in his arms, dressed in a maid outfit and begging to have her head patted, and sighs helplessly. "That's a rumor. My wife is clearly very gentle."