Idly Sweeping Fallen Blossoms with the Immortals

As the most promising heir to an immortal legacy, Jiang Gu made it his mission to unite the immortal realm. That was, until the love trial postponed for three thousand years finally arrived. According to the immortal realm’s ascension records, the quickest way to overcome a love trial was to follow the emotionless path and take a master-disciple relationship. Jiang Gu descended to the mortal realm with his sword. His plan was to spend three years courting, five years professing his love, and kill his wife to prove his Dao and ascend within ten years. But for all his careful calculations, he never expected his love trial to fall upon a spoiled layabout with no ambition. Jiang Gu’s face darkened. How could a good-for-nothing like that possibly be his love trial? Wei Feng had been living the good life in his sect, until one day a new elder descended from the heavens and singled him out as his disciple. The cool, beautiful man looked like an immortal banished to earth, and Wei Feng, in a moment of madness, agreed. From then on, he had to get up earlier than a chicken and go to bed later than a dog, struggling every day on the brink of exhaustion-induced death. Wei Feng clutched his head in despair. “Ancestor, what exactly do you want from me?” Jiang Gu said impassively, “Form your core in three years, become a deity in five, and reach the Great Ascension stage within ten.” Wei Feng’s knees buckled, and he fell to the ground. “Just kill me!” Jiang Gu drew his sword with delight. “As you wish.” For the first time, Wei Feng discovered just how fast he could crawl. Later, after being trained (and tortured) into the number one cultivator in the realm, Wei Feng was basking in his achievements when his master pulled him into a Dao companion pact. Before Wei Feng could even feel happy, a sword pierced his chest. Wei Feng struggled to grab his master’s sleeve. “I think, ” Jiang Gu said indifferently, “I have wronged you for a lifetime, my husband.” Wei Feng spat blood. “I can still be saved, ” Jiang Gu covered his eyes without expression. “Go in peace.” Wei Feng frantically shook his head. “I’m not, ” Jiang Gu covered his mouth. “You’re dead.” Jiang Gu successfully ascended, only to be stopped at the Heavenly Gate. The Heavenly Gate said, “It seems you haven’t overcome your love trial.” Jiang Gu replied, “I have. My husband died.” The Heavenly Gate said, “Turn around.” Jiang Gu turned around and saw his disciple, drenched in blood, his gaze dark and wild, tears streaming from his red-rimmed eyes. Jiang Gu: “…” Short-tempered, adorable, increasingly twisted, lazy disciple gong × cold and emotionless, ruthless, competitive master shou Title quote: “I’d follow my master to the altar in the heavens, and leisurely help the immortals sweep up fallen flowers.”, Li Bai, Tang dynasty Synopsis screenshotted on 2021.12.23 Pre-release: The Demon Lord Is Deep in Thought. Please add it to your collections! → The Demon Lord has been troubled lately. He seems to have gone mad from cultivation, repeatedly falling into illusions. In the illusions, a handsome man constantly seduces him. At first, the Demon Lord resists; then he loses control; and finally, he feasts to his heart’s content. The two indulge in wild passion in all sorts of illusions, living as wantonly as husband and wife. The Demon Lord suspects the man is a powerful cultivator. Hoping to break through, he decides to find him in the real world. He targets one rival Immortal Lord after another, a certain Venerable who has been in seclusion for years, and a newly risen sword cultivator of extraordinary talent. He captures them one by one and interrogates them in the Demon Palace, turning the cultivation world upside down. His subordinate is baffled. “Who exactly are you looking for?” The Demon Lord answers thoughtfully, “My delicate husband, who can’t even take care of himself.” Yan Shaojiu is a lowly sweeper in the Demon Palace, with thoroughly average aptitude. By chance, he obtains a manual for cultivating illusions and begins his path as an illusion cultivator. The manual teaches dual cultivation, so he creates a powerful Dao companion in his illusions, and the two of them live happily together. But his magic is weak, and his Dao companion doesn’t always obey. The man is domineering and always insists on having his way, but Yan Shaojiu loves him dearly, so he gives in, coaxes him, and spoils him at every turn. Then one day, after doing such a good job sweeping that he is assigned to make the Demon Lord’s bed, he sees his domineering, overbearing husband gently and attentively charming a group of exceptionally handsome cultivators. Yan Shaojiu goes mad. Dark, twisted, and deranged servant gong × domineering, overbearing Demon Lord shou who thinks the world of himself Theme: Work hard and persevere