After Falling to the Mortal Realm, I Won Over the Ancestor of the Immortal Domain

Cen Muyao never imagined that, after overcoming countless hardships to become the holy maiden of her sect, she would fall to the mortal realm and become the savior of Luo Jiuli, the ancestor of the Immortal Domain.

With a powerful patron like that, her usual opportunistic self would naturally seize the chance. She was sure to burn three sticks of incense before him every day and keep him on a pedestal, but...

She had no idea who the old ancestor really was beneath his disguise.

Luo Jiuli was so good-natured that he fed and clothed her and almost spoiled her rotten. But after she smiled and accepted everything he gave her, she ruthlessly declared, "Mortal big brother, we're from different worlds. We can't share a pot for the rest of our lives."

Luo Jiuli, whose chicken leg she'd just stolen: ...Wipe your mouth before you say that.

Many people said that Dongfang Wuji, the ancestor of the Immortal Domain, was old and feeble, or had perished tens of thousands of years ago. They never took him seriously.

Until one day, everyone in the Immortal Domain watched as the ancestor, now bearing a new name, regained his youth and instantly crushed the newly appointed ruler, who had tried to overthrow the mortal and immortal realms.

That wasn't all. He also doted on a beautiful young girl as if she were a priceless treasure, afraid she might suffer the slightest grievance.

The little cultivator Cen Muyao sat nervously beside Luo Jiuli. Watching the people of the Immortal Domain prostrate themselves on the steps below the high platform, she swallowed. "...Old Ancestor, isn't it inappropriate for me to sit here?"

Luo Jiuli patted his thigh and smiled warmly. "Would you rather sit here?"

Cen Muyao: ...I think this spot is fine. (It's just that the wind is strong, and my legs won't stop shaking.)

Fallen-to-the-mortal-realm, dramatic, doted-on holy maiden x devoted, gentle, overbearing old ancestor who says the opposite of what he means

One-on-one, a little sweet, occasionally silly.

2021.03.19

Currently updating a short story: "The Swordsmith Big Sister's Family Owns a Mine"

Weightlifter Su Yueqiao woke up one day and had transmigrated.

Her father was missing, her family was dirt poor, and her fiance had called off their engagement. The only consolation was a dilapidated blacksmith shop.

Fortunately, she was bound to a weapons vault, stocked with all kinds of top-grade weapons and swords.

At the weapon appraisal convention, everyone waited to laugh at her.

Who could have guessed she'd first produce a Yellow-Rank willow-leaf saber, then a Ground-Rank fish-gut sword? Everyone was stunned.

In the days that followed, her shop churned out all kinds of top-grade weapons, and people seeking to buy them nearly broke down the door.

Every swordsmith in the city fell silent.

They were all blacksmiths, so why was she the only one who could forge top-grade weapons?

Everyone in the martial world knew that the Demon Lord Wen Xinglie was unpredictable, and could wipe an entire major sect off the map with a flick of his finger.

But no one knew that his true form was a gluttonous beast that devoured gold.

He especially liked refining top-grade weapons into liquid and drinking it like black sesame soup.

At first, when his subordinates presented him with the top-grade weapons from Su Yueqiao's shop, he scoffed.

"This scrap metal has no flavor. Get it out of here!"

Later, in order to get his hands on more top-grade weapons, the Demon Lord even revealed his true form and spent all day clinging to a certain woman's leg, begging to be picked up.

His subordinates: That's just... too painful to watch.

Theme: Cultivation is about finding the great path for all living beings. How can one pursue only one's own good?