The Immortal Lord Above

He was an immaculate immortal lord, while she was a solitary girl from the mortal world, steeped in baleful energy. He rescued her from the mortal realm and took her under his wing, patiently teaching her. On the Ninth Heaven, everyone knew them as a deeply devoted master and disciple.

He protected her, repeatedly defied the Celestial Emperor for her, and took the heavenly tribulations in her place. Watching his disciple, who had turned the Celestial Realm upside down, he would say with a faint smile, "Even if you punch a hole right through the heavens, Master can patch it up for you."

Everyone knew how much the immortal lord doted on his disciple.

Yet, watching their tender master-disciple bond, Yang Chi finally grew tired. A thousand years together at the same sect, surviving death side by side again and again, the marriage her master had arranged for them when they were children, none of it could compare to one mere mortal girl.

...A hundred years of hardship in love, and in the end it was all one-sided.

Yang Chi was tired. She drank the Water of Forgetfulness, wanting to travel through the mortal world and, as she passed through reincarnation and tribulation, let go of the senior brother she could never reach, that aloof immortal lord.

But she never expected that the immortal lord who had no worldly desires would follow her down in person. Leaning against her door with a smile, he said, "I heard you want to marry me. Now that I've come in person, are you willing to come with me?"

The man who had drunk the Water of Forgetfulness and Meng Po's Soup stared blankly at him. "Who are you?"

[Second Blurb]

I woke from a deep sleep, having forgotten my past. He told me I was the only female disciple of the Sage Tianxu, the goddess Yang Chi who had earned great merit in the war between immortals and demons a thousand years ago.

I pursued him for hundreds upon hundreds of years, yet in his eyes I was worth less than one mortal girl. At last, I grew weary. I drank the Water of Forgetfulness and Meng Po's Soup, walked the path of reincarnation, and went to the mortal world. I traveled far and wide until one day, a man with phoenix eyes and red lips, strikingly alluring, stopped before me. A chill radiated from him as his thin lips parted:

"Young Master, if you've had enough fun, it's time to come back."

I was stunned. Shocked. How could this man be so utterly deranged?

I silently placed the broom in my hand into his, then muttered, "I only played with your broom for a little while, and you followed me for half the day! Get a life!"

Years later, I learned that demons spoke with an accent. Back then, I really hadn't realized that what he said as "broom" was actually "Young Master."

Reading Guide

A love-hate romance between a high immortal and the young master of the Demon Clan

A lighthearted, funny story. The male lead pursues the female lead but can't win her over.

The high immortal has only ever loved Yang Chi, from beginning to end~

This story is dedicated to the unfulfilled, hazy romance of my innocent girlhood. All right, I'm a loving mom, so my daughter is definitely getting a happy ending.

Theme: Prosperity, democracy, civility, harmony, freedom, equality, justice, and the rule of law