The Immortal Venerable's Retirement

Xuan Zhi transmigrated into a world of immortal cultivation and diligently practiced for six thousand five hundred years. He outlived everyone of his generation and finally became an Immortal Venerable revered by all.

On his six-thousand-five-hundredth birthday, Immortal Venerable Xuan Zhi announced his retirement.

Countless disciples and their disciples begged him to stay.

Immortal Venerable Xuan Zhi coldly turned them all down.

I've worked for six thousand five hundred years, and now you want to delay my retirement? There's no way that's reasonable.

Immortal Venerable Xuan Zhi retired without hesitation, changed his name, and went to live in seclusion in the mountains. He spent his days with flowers, birds, insects, and fish, and even picked up a little wolf pup to marry. Life couldn't be better.

On the rare occasions he went out, he presented himself as a mere sixth-level Qi Refiner.

Unfortunately, his disciples and their disciples were hopeless.

"Immortal Venerable, the demon has attacked."

"Immortal Venerable, the immortal sect has been too comfortable under your protection all these years. We're no match for the demon."

"Please come out of seclusion, Immortal Venerable."

Immortal Venerable Xuan Zhi: I'm retired. Don't @ me.

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Immortal Venerable Xuan Zhi politely declined every request to come back to work, spending his days indulging in sensual pleasures with the little wolf pup he'd picked up.

Then Immortal Venerable Xuan Zhi realized that there was something off about his little wolf pup.

The pup had to travel far away now and then for work.

And when he went away, it was usually to... lead the people of the demonic path in an attack on the mountain gate Xuan Zhi had built.

That's right. My husband is the great demon who keeps attacking my sect's mountain gate.

Reading Guide:

1. Demon Venerable x Immortal Venerable. The blurb gives the general idea and concept, and may be adjusted later.

2. A workaholic's retirement fantasy, inspired by Inscription of the Humble Room.

3. Six thousand five hundred is the perfect age to fall in love. Retire first, then find romance.

Premise: It's never too late to fall in love