Don’t Bully My Little Phoenix

The demon venerable Mu Shuangyin was a divine phoenix in his true form, dazzlingly beautiful and otherworldly, with peerless cultivation. He and Immortal Venerable Jiang Ai fought each other for years. In the end, unable to bear fighting the one he loved to the death, Mu Shuangyin chose to die by Jiang Ai's sword, which annihilated his soul completely.

Eighteen years later, Mu Shuangyin was reborn through nirvana, only to find himself in the body of a pigeon spirit who was useless at everything and ate more than he could ever produce. This pigeon was also a kitchen hand in an immortal sect, lazy and idle all day, with nothing on his mind but romance. He was universally disliked.

Mu Shuangyin decided to make the best of things and start by cooking himself a feast of dumplings.

But then...

"I've never eaten such amazing dumplings in my life. You're a god of cooking!"

"Here's a hundred-year-old lingzhi. Take it and build up your strength. Please, can you cook again today?"

During an expedition, the group encountered a thousand-year-old fox demon. The others were beaten so badly they couldn't fight back, and they were on the verge of being wiped out when Mu Shuangyin appeared. A single glare from him made the ancient fox spirit wet its pants in terror.

At last, the name of the pigeon spirit, reincarnated god of cooking, astonishingly powerful and peerlessly elegant, spread throughout the sect.

He was promoted to be Sect Leader Jiang Ai's personal attendant. Every day he served tea and water, massaged his waist and legs, and not only had to bow three times and kowtow nine times, but also keep him company all night when he couldn't sleep.

"The tea made by Little Pigeon is wonderful. It reminds me so much of an old friend."

"The noodles Little Pigeon makes are delicious. They taste just like a dear friend of mine made them."

"Little Pigeon's handwriting is beautiful." Jiang Ai wrapped his arms around Mu Shuangyin from behind, pinning him firmly in front of the writing desk. His gaze burned as if he meant to devour the weak, pitiful pigeon spirit alive. "It's just like that of my departed beloved."

A proud, dazzling, dark and unhinged beauty bottom

A cool, restrained, steadfast top

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