A Celestial Immortal Is Hard to Woo

This is a peaceful era, where immortals and demons strive to better themselves and live happy lives. My previous blurb was taken down, and the author is trembling with fear. I'm not very good at writing these, so I've included a few excerpts instead. Yaoqin: Just as the assembled celestial officials began to adjust to the dazzling light, it suddenly vanished. The scene inside the window changed to one outside. On the fourth day, the fourth year in the mortal realm, Changqin changed into black. The east wind swept through the courtyard, where the trees swayed and blossoms filled the grounds. Against it all, he stood out even more. He watched the little princess carefully picking flowers before him, then glanced up at the midday sun. Seeming to feel a little hot, he moved into the shade and leaned against a tree, continuing to watch her. The little princess had been picking flowers for half the day, leaving a large patch of bare ground. Fortunately, after plucking a flower, she removed the petals one by one before moving on to the next. Otherwise, she would have picked the whole garden clean by now. She muttered to herself as she worked: one flower for Luo Yuan, the big jerk, another for Luo Yuan, the big rascal. She repeated it over and over, never tiring of it. When she said it again, someone answered. "Luo Yuan, you big jerk." "Yes." "Luo Yuan, you big rascal." "Yes, yes." Ning Yan: The courtyard in the mountains was locked up. A fifteen-year-old girl who had just come of age lay asleep beside the lotus pond. A young man refused to leave, locking himself inside with her. They had met yesterday, yet now it felt as if a lifetime had passed. A young woman had picked a lotus from his pond and given it to him. She asked him to look after her in the future. When she was around, she liked flipping through opera scripts. One day, he saw her lost in thought, a long scroll of script drooping down to the surface of the lake. Standing behind her, he happened to glimpse these lines: The young man was as pure as fresh snow, smiling eyes like a lotus rising from the water. Give the lotus to the young man, and may he stand tall and upright like a gentlemanly lotus. The summer breeze was faintly cool then. It rippled across the water, and the ripples reached his heart. Shaoheng: The peacock snapped a branch from the low bough of a peach tree. Peach blossom season had passed, and the branch was covered in fresh green leaves. He turned the leaves into peach blossoms and held them before Heng Fei. "The world may have ten thousand peach blossoms, but none is as dazzling as you." Shao San and Wen Ling: At some point, Wen Ling had come to stand beneath the tree. He fanned himself with a folding fan and looked up at the other man. When he saw him glance down, Wen Ling smiled and said, "You're a grown man, a full eight feet tall, and you still like looking in the mirror?" It was June. The crabapple blossoms had just finished blooming, and a few petals still lay beneath the tree. Wen Ling stood there looking up at him, with no hostility and nothing else on his mind. It was as if he had happened upon him and simply looked up, without giving it another thought. Rong Yue: Xi Yue settled the rabbit on his lap, shifted into a more comfortable position, took a sip of wine, and said, "Everything in this world has its source. Even the gods do. That source is something above all else." He smiled. Perhaps it was because he had been drinking, but his voice sounded gentler than usual. "You shouldn't waste your thoughts on the impossible." The rabbit fell silent. Xi Yue thought he had discouraged her. But after a brief pause, she reached out a paw and climbed up to the edge of his robe, staring at him for a long while. Suddenly, she transformed into a woman in red. The sudden change caught Xi Yue off guard, and he jerked backward. Sitting up straight again, he said helplessly, "You rabbit spirit really are moody." Qing Rong chuckled, swayed to her feet, and sat beside Xi Yue. Resting her head on one hand, she gazed at him without blinking. "Immortal Lord, you drink too?" Qing Rong asked. Qing Rong and Zhang Lin: A young man jumped down from the qilin and hugged her without a hint of politeness. Smiling, he said, "Your mountain is tall and vast, and you can't beat me. Why not give me half of it, so we can each live in peace?" The full story will be moved behind a paywall: Announcement: The full story will be locked on Tuesday, December 24. The locked chapters will be 35 through 79. If you've already read them, please don't purchase them again. Thank you for all your support so far, and please continue to support my new stories in the future... Theme: Different characters meet different people and go through different experiences. Every story is precious.