The Divine Lord I Dragged from His Altar

My new book, The Madam Is Pretending to Be a White Lotus Again, is now available. Come check it out. The day I met him, it felt as though fireworks had exploded in my heart, brilliant and blazing. I thought I was the Prime Minister’s legitimate granddaughter, destined to become empress, diligently and cautiously navigating the palace intrigues of the imperial harem. But then I died, and discovered that I was the youngest daughter of the Nine-Tailed Fox King, untalented and unloved. Worst of all, though I was a nine-tailed fox, I had only one tail. As I raced around the mountains in fox form, someone came along and told me I was nothing but a stone, brought to life and turned into an immortal after someone bestowed enlightenment upon me. After receiving three drops of his blood, no matter what I became, the phoenix flower by the corner of my eye would guide me to him, and I would fall in love with him. He was high above me, having severed all ties of love. How could I ever hope to be with him? Immortals and gods live too long and are mostly heartless. The people of the mortal world may suffer, but they have flesh and blood. When someone had tortured me until I was utterly broken and I tried to run away, he trapped me and ground out through clenched teeth, “You were bewitched by my looks and dared to offend me, and now you want to run?” This is the cultivation story of a broken stone, with both angst and sweetness. I hope you enjoy it.