The Dewdrop Immortal Wife

I am a drop of dew from the Jade Pool who cultivated for ten thousand years and became an immortal. Among immortals who have practiced for millennia, my immortal power is the weakest. Even when I summon a cloud, it’s a tiny one that trembles beneath me. I’ve lived for ages, yet I’m still a little immortal so insignificant that I’d get lost in a crowd of immortals. The Yellow Emperor, revered by all immortals, calls me his teacher. The God of Seven Killings, feared by all immortals, does whatever I say. Though my immortal power is weak, I rose from a little immortal to a high immortal in less than a hundred years. Anyone got a problem with that? My little red dog will breathe fire at them.