The Immortal Lord Is Already Taken

[Well-behaved and sensible but gloomy, unhinged disciple gong x gentle, easygoing immortal lord shou who only cares about his career]

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Xiao Yi'an was finally going to pay the price for being just a little too lazy while neglecting his duties.

He looked at the little wolf pup curled up on the ground, barely clinging to life, then stared at the Heavenly Venerable in disbelief. "Could you repeat the punishment?"

"Raise it safely to adulthood, or lose your divine office and become a commoner. Choose one."

Xiao Yi'an's eyes flickered.

The Heavenly Venerable said, "Commoners live in poverty. As penance, you will never know wealth or status again."

Xiao Yi'an beamed. "...Thank you, Heavenly Venerable. I accept the punishment."

The Heavenly Venerable paused, looking like he wanted to say something, but in the end only reminded him, "Just do your best," before disappearing.

How hard could raising a little wolf pup be?

Xiao Yi'an reached out and poked the pup's fluffy head. The pup gave a little yip, and its soft, sweet voice instantly stole Xiao Yi'an's heart.

From then on, the immortal lord, who was usually nowhere to be found, carried a little ball of fluff in his arms wherever he went. Whenever anyone asked, he'd grin and say it was his son.

The immortal estate was always cold, so Xiao Yi'an adjusted the temperature for the pup, warmed its bed, and heated its wine.

The immortal dew was bland, so Xiao Yi'an personally went into the kitchen to prepare ambrosia and delicacies for the pup.

The demon realm's school was dangerous, so Xiao Yi'an became a teacher himself, teaching the pup to read, write, and refine demon pills.

Only when he watched the pup grow from a little wolf with barely any fur into a striking creature with a coat of pure white did Xiao Yi'an finally realize something was wrong.

Why had the wolf pup grown horns and wings?!!

Nan Ze: "The immortal estate is terribly cold. Why haven't you come to my room to adjust the temperature lately, Immortal Lord?"

Xiao Yi'an, who had been too lazy to study as a child and mistook Bai Ze, the foremost of the ancient divine beasts, for a little wolf pup: "..."

"Adjust it yourself. I'm very busy," Xiao Yi'an said, feigning composure.

He would have truly been composed, if the man, who stood half a head taller than him, weren't gripping his waist so tightly.

Nan Ze's eyes narrowed, and he spoke slowly. "I could adjust the temperature for you, Immortal Lord."

"..." Xiao Yi'an's ever-courteous gentlemanly composure slowly crumbled. "Keep your hands to yourself!"

A sweet 1v1 xianxia romance. Welcome aboard!

Theme: Peace under heaven.