The Pretty Boy Is Coveted Every Day

Yan Anli was once a peerless prodigy, though no one knew he came from another world.

After dying and being reborn, he became a sickly, useless joke known throughout the cultivation world. His cultivation was weak, and he was saddled with an absurd marriage contract. His intended was a young sword cultivator with sharp brows, bright eyes, and an air of righteous virtue. The moment they met, he threatened Yan Anli with a cold blade. "Break the marriage contract, or die."

Yan Anli calmly agreed, only to receive a cold glare in return.

It turned out that the upper cultivation world had an ironclad rule: once a marriage contract was set, it could only be broken if one of the parties died or a powerful figure took a liking to you and changed the contract. As a rogue cultivator who couldn't even get into an immortal sect, Yan Anli seemed to have no way out.

Until the immortal sect trials---

The golden-core beasts in the dense forest unleashed their terrifying pressure, striking fear into everyone. Then the pale, bloodstained young man strolled in.

Someone sneered, "Looking to die?"

The next moment, the white tiger, leader of the four beasts, bowed its head and pressed close to him, circling him like a tamed house cat.

In the Thousand-Mile Landscape Scroll, charm demons transformed into countless beauties to beguile the heart.

Yan Anli didn't so much as glance at them. He wandered until he grew bored, then yawned lazily.

When he looked up again, a cold wind cut across his face, peach blossoms fell like rain, and a jade-faced immortal lord stood before him, dressed in white with black hair.

Yan Anli smiled and curled his lips, treating it as nothing but an illusion. His words were teasing:

"Immortal Lord, would you be willing to become my cultivation partner and act as my 'contract breaker'?"

The man's eyes were deep as the sea. After a long silence, his thin lips parted.

"I would."

Beneath the Three Lives Tree, red wedding ribbons hung high, and the immortal world was in an uproar.

The name of the sickly rogue cultivator who had just made a contract with the genius of the Azure Firmament was engraved alongside that of the supreme jade-faced immortal lord!

Everyone stared in shock at Yan Anli, smiling faintly amid the crowd.

Just who was this man?

The Three Realms all said that either the Heavenly Dao had gone mad, or the immortal lord had.

Only Yan Anli knew the truth:

He had once seen this man's miserable youth, and knew what kind of possessive words were hidden beneath that face as bright and pure as the moon.

Late at night in the hall, the immortal master brushes snow from Yan Anli's shoulder. His fingertips press against Yan Anli's sash, trapping him in front of the screen.

His scorching breath sears his ear, and his low, husky voice is beguiling:

"Mm, my disciple is right. I have never been a man of perfect virtue."

A palm covers Yan Anli's trembling hand, their fingers interlocking, leaving him no chance to escape.

"So, the marriage contract is set. Don't even think about running."

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