The Immortal Lord's Tribulation

Yan Miao was appointed crown prince the moment he was born. Everyone knew he would be the emperor who led the Liang Kingdom into a golden age of revival. The reason was that Yan Miao's birth mother was no ordinary person. She was a celestial maiden who had descended from the heavens! Yan Miao was born with skin as fair as ice and bones as delicate as jade. By the age of one, he could recite poetry; by ten, he could speak in elegant, polished prose. At sixteen, he already had the ethereal beauty of an immortal, with a single glance enough to steal one's soul. Emperor Liang doted on Yan Miao so much that he could hardly bear to let him out of his sight. He wanted to hold him above his head and keep him in his mouth. So, though Yan Miao was naturally clever, he was spoiled into a reckless, arrogant playboy who thought himself above the heavens! When he turned sixteen, Emperor Liang told him to attend court and assist with governing. Yan Miao replied, "I'm not going." Emperor Liang snapped, "You're such a good-for-nothing playboy! How can I feel safe leaving my kingdom to you after I'm gone?" Yan Miao rolled over on the beauty couch. "I don't want it. Find Cui Nian to rule in my place." Emperor Liang nearly spat up a mouthful of blood. "You want me to give the crown prince's position to a hostage from an enemy state?! Miao Miao, you're going to be the death of your father!" Yan Miao thought that Cui Nian had done all his schoolwork and read all his memorials for him anyway. What difference would it make if he gave him the crown prince's position? Emperor Liang always assumed Yan Miao was simply too young. Once he grew up and got a taste for power, he would come to his senses. But at the crown prince's coming-of-age ceremony, Yan Miao, dressed in a vermilion robe embroidered with golden dragons, seemed to sense something. He looked toward the horizon, a trace of dazed wonder appearing on his flawless face. "It's time." That day, Yan Miao ascended to the Immortal Realm and vanished without a trace. A century later, dynasties rose and fell, the stars shifted, and no one remembered that the former Liang Kingdom had once had a seventh prince who ascended to immortality. Until many years later, Yan Miao was suddenly kicked out of the Immortal Realm with a thud. The crown prince still looked like the young man he had once been, but he was now filthy and disheveled as a beggar. He had been kicked down to the mortal world to undergo a trial, and he didn't have a single coin to his name. After stumbling his way to the imperial capital, he could only grab a random passerby and ask: "Excuse me, brother." The little immortal, his face caked with grime, asked with a shameless smile, "Does the emperor on the throne still have the surname Yan?" · Yan Miao thought he was terribly unlucky. His mother, the Fairy Miaoyun, was the most beautiful goddess for miles around, and a bona fide heartbreaker to boot. Every day, she did nothing but cultivate immortality and fall in love. Her lovers were so numerous that her godfathers could line up all the way from the Dragon Palace in the Eastern Sea to the Northern Heavenly Gate. After Yan Miao ascended to the heavens, he didn't even have time to clasp hands with his mother and weep tears of joy before the Fairy Miaoyun kicked him off to the Sword Sect. His beautiful birth mother said gently, "Miao Miao, from now on, you'll stay with Uncle Ouyang. He'll be just like your real father to you." Ouyang Zhao, once the greatest swordsman in the world, put on the perfect gentlemanly act in front of the goddess he loved. He reached out and ruffled Yan Miao's hair. "Miaoyun, don't worry. I'll take good care of our son." So Yan Miao had no choice but to suffer through sword training with Zheng Mingyang, practicing horse stance until his thighs trembled every day. But before he could make any real progress with his swordsmanship, his fairy mother suddenly showed up again, picked him up, and said: "Your Uncle Ouyang and I had a falling-out." Then she took him on her flying sword to the other side of the Immortal Realm and dropped the bewildered Yan Miao in front of another man. "This is the ghost doctor, Immortal Xiao Zhen." His mother dropped him off and ran, leaving only the words, "Miao Miao, be a good boy, okay?" So Yan Miao had to spend a long time as an apprentice to the greatest ghost doctor in the Immortal Realm, until his mother had another falling-out with her lover. The crown prince, once treated like precious jade, had become a wild child on his arrival in the Immortal Realm, unloved by both parents and passed between a whole string of godfathers. He picked up a hodgepodge of skills, and his temperament grew ever more carefree and unruly. Then one day, his mother broke up with the top official in the Heavenly Palace. Yan Miao got caught in the crossfire and was kicked down from the Immortal Realm to undergo a trial. He wandered around the mortal world, doing a bit of this and a bit of that. With money he'd conned out of Yan descendants from later generations, he eventually wandered to the Demon Realm on the far side of the continent. The sun was setting. Yan Miao wanted to find a cave to spend the night, but he accidentally stumbled into someone else's lair. The Demon Venerable was said to be over a thousand years old and so powerful that he could take on the entire Heavenly Court alone. Yet for some unknown reason, he had remained entrenched in the mortal world instead of ascending to the Immortal Realm. He opened his eyes in the cave and looked down at Yan Miao, who sat beneath him. Yan Miao's heart fluttered under his gaze. His time in the Immortal Realm had trained his eye, and he could tell at once that the man before him was exceptionally powerful. He instinctively took two steps back. "May I ask who you are? Do you also admire the Fairy Miaoyun?" Yan Miao warily struck a pose of refusal. "Let me make this clear first: I have no say over my mother. If you want to become her lover, you'll have to figure that out for yourself." But the Demon Venerable slowly came down and reached out to touch his face, speaking softly. "I have nothing but respect for your mother." The Demon Venerable lowered his head and leaned close to Yan Miao's delicate neck. "It's you I want to be lovers with, Crown Prince." Yan Miao's luminous, peach-blossom eyes widened. Only then did he notice the traces of familiarity in the Demon Venerable's face. The man before him matched the hostage from an enemy state who used to trail after him like a puppy. Yan Miao: ...???!! A few things to know: 1. The protagonist is doted on by everyone. 2. His mother is a real heartbreaker, with a whole bunch of unofficial dads. 3. A pampered, gorgeous immortal prince on the receiving end x a loyal, dark, extremely possessive Demon Venerable on the pursuing end. Theme: Face life bravely