I Divorced the Immortal Venerable and Ascended on the Spot

The cultivation world has a special race: the dragons.

When they are first born, they are little dragonlings. With each full moon, they shed a dragon scale, until the day they transform into dragons and ascend.

The older a dragonling gets, the more painful shedding becomes, and the harder the scales they shed grow.

So when Ao Xiaoxiao, the youngest daughter of the South Sea Dragon Palace, was over three thousand years old and still hadn't transformed into a dragon, her shed scales were the hardest things in the world. She had also become the biggest joke in the cultivation world, earning the nickname "Old Maid Dragonling."

Everyone who saw Ao Xiaoxiao shook their heads, except for one man.

Dressed in white as brilliant as snow, handsome as jade, with dark hair falling by his sides, he would always reach out with his long fingers to gently stroke the little dragonling's head:

"Little dragon, your scales are beautiful."

"Don't be afraid, little dragon. It won't hurt if I channel my energy into you."

His eyes seemed to hold boundless affection. In his dark, ink-black pupils, the little dragonling's two round horns were reflected, and his gentle features made her look especially lovely.

Ao Xiaoxiao fell for him.

Only later did she learn that the man was none other than Yun Lian, the renowned Immortal Venerable who had once sealed Feng Chigui, the foremost demonic cultivator.

She had actually become the cultivation partner of such an extraordinary, unattainable man.

While everyone envied her and she was blissfully happy, the man's smile abruptly changed. His lips, tight as ice, opened: "Little dragon, the decisive battle is near, and the Blackscale Armor still isn't finished."

Qi Yunlian pressed her relentlessly, raised his sword, and stabbed it viciously through the dragonling's body. Her healthy scales had been clinging tightly to her flesh, but he ripped them off by force, and blood poured out.

At last, curled into a ball in a cave, the dragonling understood: everything he had done was only to use her and trick her out of her scales.

That night, blood-red light filled the skies above Aurora Mountain. The spiritual leyline shattered, water flooded Yunlian's Immortal Palace, and a white dragon was born into the world.

The woman's cold figure shot into the air, and a sweep of her tail snapped Qi Yunlian's Suhua Sword in two.

"Get lost."

[2]

Qi Yunlian had originally been a god in the Upper Immortal Realm.

He was born for the people, and fought for the people. Everyone told him that the welfare of the Six Realms came first.

A god had no need for love.

Only that little figure had once tugged at his sleeve and said, "Immortal Venerable, you should think more about yourself."

He hadn't understood, but eventually he did.

When Ao Xiaoxiao transformed into a dragon, shattered his sword, saved the demonic cultivator Feng Chigui, and vanished into thin air before his eyes...

He was consumed by jealousy and burning with rage, his heart torn to pieces.

It was as if a pair of hands had yanked him down from his lofty perch and dropped him into the world of mortals.

Later,

he shattered his spiritual palace for her, tore out his tendons and drained his blood, and utterly destroyed everything he had once believed in.

The god of the Upper Immortal Realm fell from the clouds and ceased to exist.

Yet the woman still stood atop the mountain, looking down at him with cold disdain:

"Immortal Venerable, Xiaoxiao doesn't want you anymore."

Reader's Guide:

* Old-school melodrama

* The male lead stays the same

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As the supreme ruler of the Demon Realm, Jialan was immensely powerful. For five thousand years, he had been outrageously arrogant, tyrannical, and wicked beyond measure.

Yet no one in the Six Realms had the power to stop his disgraceful conduct.

Whenever people heard his name, they would sigh first, then shake their heads, and finally roll up their sleeves and run as far away as they could.

Wary of his power, the other five realms joined forces: their Immortal Venerables, Spirit Venerables, Ghost Kings, and Demon Kings poured their hearts into creating a shattered piece of spirit jade.

The spirit jade was fated to be his mortal enemy, and could suppress the demonic energy throughout his body. They even declared that the moment the jade matured, Jialan would meet his end.

When Jialan heard the news, he gave a wicked smile, the corners of his narrow eyes lifting slightly. "What kind of worthless spirit jade is that? I'll just take it."

The next day, he hauled a little girl no taller than his calf back to the Demon Realm and taught her to call the enemy her father.

From then on, Jialan had a little tagalong on his path of mischief. Together, they wreaked havoc across the world, throwing the Six Realms into chaos.

*

The Immortal Realm intended to surround and destroy a fallen immortal lord, laying out one solemn formation after another.

Jialan leaned close to the little girl's ear. "Those old geezers are after his golden core."

With a wave of his feather fan, he whipped up a gale, then handed the girl an exquisitely crafted long knife. "Go on, chop them to death."

On the midnight of the fourth day of the first lunar month, the yin and yang energies were in harmony, making it the perfect time for the disciples of the Hehuan Sect to practice their cultivation.

Jialan stroked the little girl's head and smiled. "Indulging in such carnal acts goes against the laws of heaven."

Then he pressed a pretty medicine jar into her hands. "Go on, share some candy with them."

*

Later, the child grew up, and more men appeared around her.

Jialan often saw handsome strangers wandering around the Demon Realm. The girl would hold their fingers and point at him. "Look, this is my dad."

His temples throbbed with pain.

At last, he couldn't take it anymore. Flames blazed in his palm, lighting the entire Demon King's Hall as bright as day.

"Who the hell is your dad?"

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