Don't Rush Me to Take My Medicine

Immortal Venerable Wuling exhausted half his cultivation to seal the rift between the Three Realms. In the end, all that remained was a broken body, his spiritual roots destroyed and his health shattered.

Not long afterward, rumors spread that Immortal Venerable Wuling had mistreated his disciples and stolen another man's lover. Overnight, the gentle immortal who had saved all living beings became a petty villain.

His body was riddled with illness and his reputation ruined.

After the demon dragon that Immortal Venerable Wuling had sealed for a hundred years emerged, the first thing it did was transform into its enormous dragon form and plunge into Mount Mayfly, where Wuling had settled to recuperate.

His other enemies were just as eager to follow the demon dragon and get a share of the spoils. At the very least, they hoped to wait until the dragon had left Wuling barely alive, so they could take their revenge.

Yet just as they entered Mount Mayfly's warding barrier, they saw the demon dragon circling above, fixing them with icy, slit-pupiled eyes. Its voice froze the air: “Get out.”

The demon dragon said coldly, “Every flower and blade of grass on Mount Mayfly was planted by his own hands. If any of you dare trample even one, I'll take ten lives from you.”

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After another day of driving off intruders, the demon dragon washed away the blood from its body, transformed into a little dragon, and curled around the immortal's jade-like fingers.

The miniature dragon nudged the medicine placed beside the immortal before it left, watching him like a hawk. “Drink it. If you don't, I'll bite you.”

“Really?” The immortal smiled. “Then go ahead and bite me.”

He hated bitter things more than anything, but pain never bothered him. If a little dragon bite meant he could avoid taking his medicine, that would be wonderful.

“...” The little dragon, furious, sank its teeth into the immortal's hand with a fierce chomp.

After a long while, Wuling moved his fingers.

He seemed a little hesitant, but the temptation of skipping his medicine was simply too great. So Wuling said softly, “Just so we're clear, a gentle bite still counts.”

The demon dragon: ?

No way!

#If you bite me, you can't make me take my medicine afterward#

Gentle, warm immortal on the receiving end x short-tempered demon dragon on the giving end

Blurb screenshot taken on 2024-04-04

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