The Demon King's Couch Locks Up the Immortal Venerable

I'm Zhao Yuhuan, the little tyrant of Houqiu Village. When I was eighteen, I seized the village beauty and married her. But on the wedding day, the moment I stepped into the courtyard, I found my father standing there with a face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

He hauled me into the bridal chamber and pointed to the person lying on the bed. "Kneel. This is your Grand Master Uncle."

Me: ???

An old man is lying on the bed on my wedding night, and I'm supposed to kneel to him?!

The person on the bed wore white as snow and a dark purple mask that concealed his face, leaving only a pair of phoenix eyes, as cold and clear as snow on a mountaintop. He spoke in a voice like a spring bubbling over: "Junior brother, help me up."

My father was so respectful, waiting on him hand and foot. I muttered to myself, "He's a hundred years old. How can his voice sound so nice?"

Only later did I learn that he was Liu Hanyan, the Wuchen Immortal Lord of the Qingfeng Sect, a senior figure in the cultivation world, pure and dignified, held in the highest esteem.

My father said, "Yuhuan, from today on, you'll take care of him. Do your very best."

Me: ??? Where's my new wife???

I just want to consummate my marriage with my bride. I don't want to look after some old cripple!!!

And so my hard days began.

Liu Hanyan was paralyzed from head to toe, unable to move his arms or legs. Every day, I fed him, holding him in my arms and giving him one spoonful of soup and one bite of food at a time. He leaned against my chest, his lips glistening with oil, his chin as smooth and delicate as porcelain. I stared at his mask, itching to take it off and see what was underneath.

He told me he was going to abstain from food and stop eating. I agreed out loud, but inwardly cursed him for trying to act tough. I left him alone for three days. When I went to check on him, he was cold and stiff. I thought he was dead, and panicked so badly that I raced off to find a doctor.

Turns out he wasn't dead. I breathed a sigh of relief, then rushed back, furious and worried, and gave him an earful.

He hadn't been this close to anyone in a hundred years. When I held him and fed him, his whole body stiffened like a piece of wood. I secretly laughed to myself: So even an Immortal Lord gets embarrassed.

Since I'd done my utmost to care for him, he accepted me as his disciple.

That day, inside the barrier, he and I cultivated together for half a day.

When I woke up, I saw us holding each other, our clothes in disarray. My first thought was: This dream is way too realistic!

I hugged his waist tighter, not wanting to wake up.

Then fear washed over me: This wasn't a dream! It was real!

I dressed him and carried him out of the barrier.

Everyone outside gathered around us. I saw that the flower-shaped mark at the corner of his eye had vanished, and a spirit-contract pearl had appeared between my brows.

All the demons knelt and bowed to me. I had become the new Demon King.

Liu Hanyan woke up three days later.

He sat up and looked at me, his gaze changing from dazed to shocked, then from shocked to furious.

"You little beast!"

Smack. He slapped me.

I covered my face, feeling utterly aggrieved. "Master, why are you hitting me the moment you wake up? I've been looking after you all this time!"

He trembled with rage. "You... How dare you be so shameless and vile!"

I pouted and argued back. "How was that vile? It was fate! Grandmaster said it himself: I'm your destined Xuan Yang body!"

He turned his head away and ignored me.

I shamelessly sat beside him, put an arm around his waist, and buried my head against his shoulder. My voice softened. "Master, we already did it. Don't be angry anymore, okay?"

He struggled and pushed me away. "Get off me! How did I end up raising such a shameless disciple?"

Just then, my Grandmaster, Su Xingzhi, came in and tried to soothe him with a smile. "Hanyan, don't be angry. Yuhuan is your destined Xuan Yang body. I know you care for him too. Cultivators should follow nature's course. Don't let it weigh on you."

My master looked at his own master with wounded eyes. He looked both embarrassed and aggrieved, and my heart melted at the sight.

Seizing the moment, I sat beside him again, put an arm around his shoulder, and rubbed his palm with my other hand. I lowered my voice. "Master, please don't be angry. Do you really not like me at all?"

He said nothing, lowering his head, the tips of his ears turning red.

I cautiously called to him, "Hanyan?"

He looked up in a daze. "Hm?"

His face, now unmasked, was so handsome it hardly seemed real. His eyes were full of confusion and panic.

I couldn't help smiling. I leaned down and gently kissed his cheek.

His whole body stiffened, an electric current running through him from his face to the rest of him. He was embarrassed, flustered, and there was even a hint of... sweetness.

I hugged him tighter and called his name again. "Hanyan..."

This time, he didn't push me away.

I knew I was done for. This hundred-year-old Immortal Lord had me wrapped around his finger for life.

What could I do? I was his destined one.

Me: The little bully of Houqiu Village, eighteen years old, sharp-tongued but soft-hearted, and a great cook

Him: The Wuchen Immortal Lord of the Qingfeng Sect, a hundred years old, aloof and proud, and completely paralyzed before I swept him off his feet

Grandmaster: The ultimate wingman, shipping the couple in real time and sealing the deal

Theme: Find opportunity in adversity and surpass yourself