A Handbook for Raising Jiaolong

As the heroine of a cultivation novel, I got the traditional maxed-out setup from the start: I was born into the world with my memories intact, had extraordinary talent and loving parents, and was surrounded by countless heavenly treasures. And yet my dream of becoming a great female lead on the path to immortality still fell apart. As a matter of fact, my ancestors were merely servant gardeners for a great cultivation sect, responsible for guarding the spiritual herbs on the back mountain. Later, the sect was destroyed and the spiritual herbs left ownerless. We finally got to turn our luck around and claim the heavenly treasures for ourselves, but unfortunately, the ancestral oath still bound us: we couldn't leave. The secret realm was deserted, and all I had for company day after day were flowers, plants, and little spirits. I thought I could seize treasures, cultivate, level up, face-slap my enemies, and reach the pinnacle of life. Who knew I could only farm and grow flowers? I couldn't help shedding a few sad tears. Just as I was dying of boredom, a fierce dragon's roar suddenly came from the well beside my house. Ao Jue was originally a dragon, but was knocked down into a jiao and sealed in a well in the Spirit Herb Valley. There was no light below the well, the space was cramped, and he couldn't cultivate. Ao Jue was unbearably bored, so he could only sleep. One day, a thousand years later, the seal finally weakened. His anger flared again as he awoke. He planned to break free of the seal, get out, and wreak havoc to avenge himself... Just then, a pretty young woman suddenly appeared at the mouth of the well. Notes: * The heroine narrates in first person. * Just as the title says, this is a short story, a sweet romance wearing the trappings of a cultivation novel. * The male lead is an arrogant, naive sweetheart. The heroine is cunning and shameless. Their dynamic is like an alpha woman and an omega man, with the woman doting on the man. The author's tastes are niche, and this is a self-indulgent work. Please read with an open mind. Theme: True love knows no species