Conquering Kunlun: The Adorable Immortal Venerable

Majestic Mount Kunlun is full of handsome men. Seven or eight peerlessly beautiful senior brothers, and two or three top-notch childhood friends. A little girl is born, and soon has all of Greater Kunlun wrapped around her little finger. Heave-ho, heave-ho, hauling stones; Clang, clang, forging spirit swords; Hey-ho, hey-ho, refining herbal pills; Hop, hop, taking divine beasts for a run; Ha, ha, practicing martial arts; Oh my, oh my, she’s all grown up... Everyone has something to say: The little girl loves to lick her lips and say, “Little beastie, you’re so cute, so cute! I want... I want... to eat you!” Her childhood friend says, “All you do is talk about eating. Are you a steamed bun or something?” The senior sisters tease them, “You’re the same age and equally clever. You’re sure to become cultivation partners someday.” The senior brothers aren’t having it. “We dote on you and cherish you, but that doesn’t mean we raised you just to hand you over to someone else. Chuyun, don’t let anyone steal you away.” Her childhood friend jumps up. “I don’t ask that we be born on the same day in the same month in the same year, only that we cultivate together every day and night, you and me.” Chuyun waves a hand. “Look, the most important thing in life is to be carefree and happy.” “If you want to be happy, I’ll help you.” Someone gives her a soul-stealing look, revealing a hint of skin. “Come on, let’s... cultivate together.” “...I’m not cultivating!”