[Completed: Her Little Immortal Aunt Is Rather Uncanny] [Completed: The Cat at the Heart of My World] Both are ready to read, so feel free to add them to your collection!!
A Tao is a thousand-year-old peach tree spirit with the innate ability to drive out ghosts. When she woke up, she discovered that she was the last immortal spirit in the world.
Even stranger, she could only cultivate by doing good deeds for one specific person.
The problem was, why should she protect him?
He was weak and troublesome. It would have been bad enough if he hadn't shown her any gratitude for protecting him all these years, but he was even rude to her.
A Tao decided to leave him alone and let the ghosts eat him.
Yet when she saw the man being bullied, A Tao still couldn't help stepping in.
A Tao: I'm only doing this to cultivate. It's just one good deed a day.
She thought she would spend her days this way, in quiet simplicity. But she never expected that this weak human would later risk his life to shield her from a crushing blow by a demon stone. His blood splashed onto the stone, and the savage demon stone obediently settled in the palm of his hand.
Jiang Wang: "Come here."
A Tao looked at the man's unfamiliar crimson eyes and timidly said, "I... don't think so."
Jiang Wang scoffed. "Didn't you promise to protect me for the rest of my life?"
A Tao: "...You heard wrong. I never said that."
Theme: Sincerity can move even the hardest heart.
? I don't understand the logic??? Why does it matter? It made me look confused
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