He was dressed in red, which only made me more uneasy. His gaze remained warm, but I noticed that he seemed to be mute. From the time I kidnapped him until now, when we got married, he hadn't uttered a single word.

Until the sky was filled with gods and Buddhas covering my entire Wudu Mountain, a person dressed in black robes, riding on a shooting star, walked gracefully towards me, carrying a faint trace of celestial aura.

With a flick of his sleeve, the beautiful woman I was about to marry transformed into a tiny scarecrow right in front of me.

The person who approached so calmly and gracefully looked exactly like my ideal husband.

I never imagined that the perfect husband I got after wasting ten thousand years' worth of living expenses would turn out to be a fake.

However, there was no time to dwell on indignation, as a major battle was about to begin.

In the end, we had a big fight, and I lost badly and felt very embarrassed.

Because he was so perfect and flawless, I couldn't find anything about him that I could exploit.

In order not to implicate my brothers and sisters on the mountain, I chose to acknowledge my identity as a holy maiden of both the witch and demon races.

That way, even if I'm implicated, it will only be my heartless parents who will be implicated.

I was taken to the Azure Sea and Heaven to be judged by the gods.

At that time, I was young and impetuous, arrogant and conceited, and I did not accept the actions of the immortals. No matter how they punished me, all I got in return was more fierce resistance.

All that torture and interrogation yielded was the result that my skills had greatly increased and my supernatural abilities had multiplied.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer immortals in the world who could rival me, he finally decided to leave the cold and immaculate palace and join me in this mortal world.

He prefers to persuade people with reason, and sent many envoys, all of whom I refuted.

Later, they tried to send me back to the human world and find someone to convert me, but to no avail.

The last time, he created an avatar to accompany me on a journey through the mortal realm. I was utterly foolish and was once again deceived by his appearance, completely submitting to him and surrendering to him with my brothers from Wudu Mountain.

He appointed me as the Palace Master of Fufeng Palace, placing me among the True Gods, but it was a sinecure with no important duties.

Despite everything I've been through, I still can't control my heart. I'm not ambitious and just revolve around him all day.

I am an extremely bold deity who loves to show off in front of people, so I never hide my longing for the venerable god.

But alas, the goddess was affectionate, while the king was indifferent. Despite my best efforts, I still could not gain his special favor.

Finally, I had to consult with my rivals who, like me, admired the revered god, and I came to a conclusion.

That is why the deity is unmoved by me, because I was born without manners and culture.

Although I can learn most of someone's spells after just one viewing, and even develop more powerful techniques based on their moves, I have to admit that I'm a terrible student.

As for etiquette, posture, poetry, calligraphy, and painting, I have no talent for any of them, and I just can't learn them no matter how hard I try.

But I had a good idea. I copied a few lines of other people's pretentious poems, made some random changes, put my own name on them, and sent them to the Wugou Palace.

This practice continued for hundreds of years, and the deity never gave me any reply. Yet I was extremely enthusiastic about it until there were no more poems for me to imitate and modify, which earned me a very unpleasant nickname.

Finally, I remembered that the storybooks in the theater were mostly about happy love stories, so I decided to ask them for advice. But instead of learning anything, I became obsessed with reading the storybooks.

I once forgot about the deity Xiaoxiang because I was reading storybooks.

One day, news came from Wudu Mountain that my old lady, the Peacock, was ill.

I had no choice but to put everything aside and return to Wudu Mountain.