Working Nine to Five in the Immortal Realm

Ever since Ning Bi entered the gates of Jiuhua Mountain, the whole mountain has been in chaos. Si Qingxun meditates for an hour every day, not to cultivate, but to suppress the urge to throw Ning Bi down to the mortal realm.

“Master! Ning Bi boiled the thousand-year-old flesh lingzhi you planted into soup and drank it!” Si Qingxun was so furious he nearly choked.

“Master, something terrible has happened! Ning Bi provoked Lord Beihua, and now he’s brought people to demand an explanation.”

You wretched disciple!

“Master!”

“What is it this time?!” Si Qingxun could take no more.

The visitor paused. “Ning Bi says she wants to be your wife.”