The Hot-Tempered Little Turtle Is Still Looking for a Fight Today

[Coming soon: I Really Can't Be a Spy and Why Has My Grandmaster Still Not Ascended? Please add them to your reading lists!] Jiang Bairuo transmigrated and became a newly hatched little tortoise of the Black Tortoise Clan. Grandma Tortoise told her that Black Tortoises lived a long time. If they made too many friends, they'd have to watch countless old friends pass away, which would make them terribly sad. Bairuo wholeheartedly agreed. She decided to do the opposite: make lots of enemies while she was young, so that when she got old, every funeral would be cause for celebration. Everyone in the demon realm knew that the Black Tortoise Clan had a hot-tempered little tortoise who'd pick a fight at the slightest provocation. The most tyrannical little white dragon in the Dragon Clan no longer dared to stir up trouble. The butterfly spirit who loved flirting and had broken countless young demons' hearts went back to its lair to cultivate in seclusion. Even Huodou, who loved running around setting things on fire for fun, got beaten so badly it was afraid to leave the house. The whole demon realm was transformed into a place of order. One day, a young man came to the Black Tortoise Clan and said he was there to repay a debt of gratitude. If not for the little tortoise who'd dropped from the sky that day and beaten Huodou until it yelped, he'd nearly been burned bald in his sleep. The young man reverently touched his head of thick, dark hair and said solemnly to Jiang Bairuo: "I can never repay you for saving my hair, so the only thing I can do is give myself to you." Bairuo: "I don't date short-lived demons." The young man smiled shyly. "I'm a little-leaf sandalwood tree spirit. I'll live just as long as a Black Tortoise." Bairuo studied the handsome young man's face, and felt her heart flutter. Having someone to accompany her to her archenemies' funerals sounded pretty nice. ---- Coming soon: Why Has My Grandmaster Still Not Ascended? ---- Daoist Venerable Yun He had been at the Great Ascension stage for a hundred years. Her peers had either ascended to the Immortal Realm long ago or perished in their tribulations, yet she alone remained unhurried, putting off her own tribulation. A curious junior from her sect asked Daoist Venerable Yun He, "Grandmaster, why haven't you ascended yet?" Daoist Venerable Yun He smiled without answering, then asked, "Silly boy, do you know what happens to a carp that leaps through the Dragon Gate?" The junior answered innocently, "It transforms into a dragon after leaping through the Dragon Gate." Yun He smiled and shook her head. "Wrong. When a carp leaps through the Dragon Gate, it becomes a meal on an Immortal Lord's plate." The junior was stunned. "Grandmaster, that's not what the books say." Yun He tapped him on the head with her folding fan. "Those books are all lies meant to fool gullible fools like you." After sending off the curious junior, Yun He lay back in her rocking chair, propped up her legs, and continued cracking sunflower seeds. Ascend? She had no intention of ascending. She'd finally waited for her cold and boring Daoist partner to ascend to the upper realm. Now she could stop studying and practicing under his stern gaze. Was she tired of having a good life or something? * The Upper Realm. Every day, Immortal Lord Yuheng went to the Ascension Pool, but the person who should have ascended long ago never arrived. After much deliberation, Immortal Lord Yuheng decided to descend to the lower realm and undergo a tribulation. He remembered how, before his ascension, Yun He had sworn tearfully to the heavens that she'd cultivate diligently and ascend as soon as possible to join him. Immortal Lord Yuheng scoffed. "Little liar!" Theme: Treasure life.