I have a great sect. They never look down on me for my poor spiritual roots, never force me to practice martial arts, and even arranged a childhood engagement for me.

My fiancée is a famously domineering young lady—very beautiful, very strong, and she loves me deeply. Later, as I roamed the martial world, I relied entirely on her protection and became the most famous pretty boy in the immortal realm.

One day, I discovered that this person seemed to be a man, cross-dressing as a woman.

Even more outrageous, he thought I was a woman disguised as a man.

I was heartbroken: "Bro, where did you take my fiancée?"

He was equally anguished: "Bro, where did you take my fiancée?"

The martial world is just too messy. I'd rather starve to death, die outside, or jump from here, than ever eat another bite of his soft rice.

—But it's just too good.