Can-Can’s big round eyes visibly lit up.

Though she was little, our tiny dragon princess had great ambitions — she dreamed day and night of becoming a revered “Ancestor.”

After all, ancestors received piles of gold and jewels on their birthdays, and, most importantly, they didn’t have to endure her parents and elder brothers forcing her to memorize the “Can-Can’s Growth Manual.”

Yuanling glanced at the sky — the time for tribulation was almost upon them.

He shook his head with a heavy sigh.

From the moment she was born, Can-Can had been adored by the entire Dragon Clan. When she was born, even more phoenixes appeared in the sky than when the Heavens’ own Crown Prince was born.

Every immortal agreed: The little dragon princess was destined to be the heir to the divine throne.

But with such a grand fate, trials and hardships were inevitable. This tribulation at the age of three hundred was the most crucial — the “Suffering Tribulation” decreed by Heaven itself.

If she survived, she would be honored by all living beings. If she failed, she would vanish into the chaotic void of prehistory.

As the thunder began to roll, Yuanling snapped out of his thoughts and hurried Can-Can forward.

“Don’t be afraid, Can-Can,” he soothed. “Beyond the Forget-Immortal Sea lies the human world. Find your three brothers there.”

Those three — who had defied the heavens themselves to descend to the mortal world just to shield her — Yuanling thought of them and couldn’t help but sigh again.

Who knew what had become of them now?

At the mention of her brothers, Can-Can nodded vigorously like a pecking chick, eyes gleaming with uncontainable joy.

As she leapt into the Forget-Immortal Sea, countless bolts of lightning slithered down like ferocious serpents to strike at her tiny figure.

Yuanling’s heart tightened; he dared not look further and turned away, hurrying back to the Ninth Heaven to report.

As soon as he stepped through the Heavenly Gates, the waiting immortals swarmed forward.

“Did Can-Can make it into the Forget-Immortal Sea?”

Yuanling had just opened his mouth to answer when —BOOM!

A deafening thunderclap shook the heavens and earth, startling everyone into stunned silence.

“The Forget-Immortal Sea’s lightning is brutal,” an immortal said, shaking his head.

“Can-Can is barely three hundred years old — she’ll suffer greatly.”

Another elder spoke gravely: “Destined to be a ruler, her tribulation must include the eight sufferings of mortal life: no parents’ love, no family’s care, hardship after hardship.”

The immortals sighed, mourning the cruel destiny awaiting the tender little dragon cub.

——Only to see:

Little Can-Can, smiling like a little bunny, hoppity-hop jumped right out of the Forget-Immortal Sea!

The immortals: ???

Wasn’t the Forget-Immortal Sea supposed to be so painful that even the strongest soul would be torn apart with a single strike?!

Could it be… because Can-Can was a Dragon Clan child, the sea had secretly opened a back door for her?!

“What’s going on?!” the immortals demanded, all turning to Yuanling.

The poor Yuanling bowed low, stammering, “I… I don’t know…”

Just as he spoke, the Mortal Mirror flashed again.

Outside a noisy high school campus, Can-Can — who should have been reborn with all memories wiped clean — was happily carrying two immortal peaches and toddling toward an alley next to Shangshi High School.

The immortals were struck dumb.

Not only had she not forgotten her past life, she’d descended with her full immortal body intact?!

And most shockingly — How could Can-Can’s second brother, the esteemed Upper God Qi Sen, have reincarnated into a mortal, and be standing less than four meters away from her?!

The immortals all turned slowly, in unison, to stare at Yuanling.

“You’re telling us… you didn’t know about this either?”

Nobody would believe that.

Any time an immortal descended to the mortal realm, it would be recorded in Yuanling’s celestial registry.

From the beginning of time, only ten Upper Gods had ever existed. Qi Sen, the youngest of them, had once slain ancient beasts and pacified the Nine Provinces, his every move admired by all creation.

For him to reincarnate as a mortal — Yuanling had to know.

“I… I didn’t… I didn’t dare to know,” Yuanling stammered, gulping hard under the intense gazes of the gods.

His heart pounded as he frantically prayed inside: Qi Sen, please save me!!

Meanwhile—

The person Yuanling prayed to, Qi Sen — now known as Qi Sen in this life — was already drowning in trouble.

Deep inside an alley beside Shangshi High School, four rough-looking high schoolers had cornered him, arms crossed, their faces full of mockery.

A buzz-cut thug sneered,
“Qi Sen, don’t you think you owe us an explanation about the midterms?”

Qi Sen swept his cool gaze around the group, silent.

“We gave you money. Left it right in your desk. During the exam, you didn’t pass us the answers. What’s the meaning of that?”

“Now we’ve all flunked. You gonna fix it or what?”

Accusations rained down like hailstones.

Qi Sen casually tapped the spine of the hardcover book in his hand with his index finger, then, as if recognizing them for the first time, spoke in a calm, chilly voice:

“When have you ever passed a test?”

His tone was mild, but the words hit harder than a slap.

The buzz-cut thug clenched his fists in anger, struggling to hold back his temper. “There’s a difference between 10 points and 55 points, okay?!” he barked.

“Even if both are failing, one’s still way closer to passing! You didn’t help, fine — then at least return the money double. We’ll call it even.”

In truth, they didn’t care that much about their scores.

Now that their grades were hopeless, they just wanted their money back.

Qi Sen had no connection to this group. Three days ago, they’d been assigned to the same exam room during the monthly tests.

 Seeing he had the top scores, they had forcibly stuffed money into his desk drawer, trying to coerce him into a cheating scheme.

Qi Sen shifted sideways, clearly uninterested in dealing with these unreasonable pests.

But just as he moved to leave—a shadow blocked his way.

“It’s just a thousand bucks, no need to make it ugly,” someone snickered.

Another chimed in with a sneer: “What if our precious campus idol can’t even cough up a thousand bucks? I heard he’s adopted — gambler foster dad, no parents showing up at parent meetings… sounds about right.”

Qi Sen’s face darkened.

Hearing that no parents would come to defend him, the group grew bolder, laughing louder and louder.

The buzz-cut thug spat viciously: “Campus idol, huh? More like a weed — a rootless weed with no mom and no home!”

The jeers roared like crashing waves.

Qi Sen looked over them coldly, lips tightening.

Just as he opened his mouth—

A soft, milky little voice called out.