The Sickly, Beautiful Immortal Venerable, Who Seduces the Little Demon King

Liu Hanyan, the Pure-Hearted Immortal Lord of the Qingfeng Sect, is a hundred years old, a venerable figure in the cultivation world, pure, noble, and highly respected. Half a year ago, he contracted a strange illness. His spiritual power dissipated, his whole body was paralyzed, and he couldn't even lift a finger.

A divination said that salvation lay to the south, so his junior fellow disciple took him back to Houqiu Village.

They arrived just as his junior fellow disciple's good-for-nothing son was forcing a young woman into marriage.

His junior fellow disciple's face darkened like the bottom of a pot. He dragged his son into the bridal chamber, pointed at the man on the bed, and said, "Kneel. This is your grand martial uncle."

The boy dropped to his knees, but stared straight at the mask on Liu Hanyan's face, his expression saying, Who's this old man?

Liu Hanyan had no strength to care. He couldn't even turn over, so he could only let others do as they pleased.

His junior fellow disciple had to go away on business and left him in the care of his eighteen-year-old martial nephew, Zhao Yuhuan.

Zhao Yuhuan held him in his arms and fed him a spoonful of soup, then a spoonful of rice.

Liu Hanyan leaned against his chest, his whole body stiff. In a hundred years, no one had ever held him like this.

Zhao Yuhuan bathed him. Halfway through, Liu Hanyan's body grew hot and the tips of his ears turned red.

He said he wanted to abstain from food, and Zhao Yuhuan left him alone for three days. He grew cold and stiff with hunger. Thinking he was dead, the boy was scared out of his wits and raced off to find a doctor.

Later, he took Zhao Yuhuan as his disciple.

Inside a protective barrier, he was struck by a Lustfire Curse. Out of his mind, he and Zhao Yuhuan cultivated together for half a day.

When he awoke, he saw Zhao Yuhuan holding him, barely dressed, and didn't push him away at once.

Then shame welled up inside him. He raised his hand and slapped him. "You little beast!"

Zhao Yuhuan covered his face, aggrieved. "Master, why are you hitting me as soon as you wake up?"

He trembled with anger. "How... how dare you be so vile and shameless!"

The boy pouted. "What's so vile about it? You were the one who started it!"

He turned his head away and refused to speak.

Zhao Yuhuan shamelessly sat beside him, wrapped an arm around his waist, and buried his face in his shoulder.

"Master, we already did it. Don't be mad anymore."

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

Zhao Yuhuan held his shoulder with one hand and rubbed his palm with the other.

"Master, don't be angry, okay? Do you really not like me at all?"

He said nothing, lowering his head, his ears red.

Zhao Yuhuan cautiously called to him, "Hanyan?"

He looked up, dazed. "Hmm?"

Without his mask, his face was breathtakingly handsome.

Zhao Yuhuan smiled, bent down, and gave him a light kiss on the cheek.

His whole body froze. An electric current surged from his face down through his body.

He was embarrassed and flustered, and there was even a hint of... sweetness.

Zhao Yuhuan hugged him tighter and called him again. "Hanyan..."

This time, he didn't push him away.

Liu Hanyan thought that in this life, he'd fallen into the hands of this eighteen-year-old little tyrant.

Well, the boy was his destined Xuanyang physique, after all.

Top: The little tyrant of Houqiu Village, eighteen, sharp-tongued but soft-hearted, and an excellent cook.

Bottom: The Pure-Hearted Immortal Lord of the Qingfeng Sect, a hundred years old, aloof and proud. After becoming completely paralyzed, he is forcibly won over by the younger top.

Theme: Find opportunities in adversity and surpass yourself