Trapped at the Bottom of a Cliff with My Archenemy for Three Years

[A contrary, mischievous ancient master on the receiving end x a refined, elegant, and calculating attacker] When Le Wuyou, the carefree Ancestor of the Cultivation World, went to the Demon Caverns to stir up a dragon's nest, he was caught off guard and flattened by a demon dragon's palm. His spiritual channels were sealed, leaving him an ordinary mortal, helpless to defend himself. Without spiritual power, Le Wuyou even lost his storage pouch and spirit sword. After being chased and bitten for miles by a fifth-level demon chicken, he fled in a panic and fell off Ten Thousand Demons Cliff. Luckily, a handsome young Daoist who had fallen down there, too, rescued him. Le Wuyou was overwhelmed with gratitude. His stomach growled, and after scrounging a meal of roasted spirit chicken, he stared up at the barrier above the abyss, wondering how to get out. To break through the barrier, one needed at least Nascent Soul cultivation. With his cultivation gone, the Ancestor of Wuyou was dumbfounded. "This..." The young Daoist, whose cultivation had barely reached Foundation Establishment, frowned, then reassured him: "Don't worry. I'll form my Nascent Soul within eighty years." "..." Le Wuyou knew a little about everything. "I don't want to die of old age here, either! Let me think... Right! Dual cultivation! We can cultivate together!" The young Daoist frowned and refused. "But you're only a mortal. You won't be able to take me." Le Wuyou: Heh. A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, and already so arrogant. The result? ...When the leg he'd used to crawl away on his knees was yanked back, he really wanted to scream for help! Three years. Three whole years. The Ancestor of Wuyou was thoroughly ravished for three years. When he found out the young Daoist was the grandson of his old rival, he was so furious he had to brace his aching back and draw in a sharp breath. The day the barrier was broken, his spiritual channels began to loosen. He immediately turned into a streak of white light, shot into the sky, and ran away. Xie Xingyun, Sect Master of Cangshui, who had pretended to be the grandson everyone believed him to be, smiled contentedly as he watched Le Wuyou disappear into the distance. A silly comedy, with a hidden tiger pretending to be a pig. They have a mutual crush but don't realize it. Short story. It's going into the monthly subscription section once finished, so read it while you can. Check out my other subscription story, "After I Won Them Over, I Was the One Who Got Pushed Down" Recommended upcoming ancient-style danmei sweet story: "Mind Reading Is Making My Master Lose Face". The blurb is still being worked out. Add it to your collection in my author profile! You'll get a notification when it begins! Theme: Fate is mysteriously wonderful