I Ran Away After Dumping the Demon Venerable

From birth, Shen Yanxi was the darling young master of a cultivation sect, admired by all.

He was a once-in-ten-thousand-years cultivation prodigy, blessed with extraordinary talent. At just seventeen, he wielded the Fengyue Sword and challenged the eight great cultivation sects alone, making a name for himself in a single battle.

At eighteen, he went down the mountain and met a handsome, cold beauty. After relentlessly pursuing him and finally getting the beauty into bed, he pulled up his pants and ran.

Three years later, the Demon Lord emerged and crushed the eight great cultivation sects overnight, bringing disaster to the mortal world.

The cultivation sects were barely hanging on, and all of them begged Shen Yanxi to fight the fiend.

Shen Yanxi raised his sword to meet the challenge, then took a closer look. Well, well!

Wasn't this the cold beauty he'd accidentally wronged a few years ago?

The great fiend, whose very name terrified the cultivation world, stared at him with bloodshot eyes.