In the Ninefold Heavens, Grace Miller floated like a feather. With nothing better to do, he cursed all the gods of the Heavenly Court and the Western Buddhas in his heart, then began to consider descending to the mortal world: actually, it wasn’t so bad. Even just ten percent of a celestial’s power would make him invincible among mortals. Why bother learning English or taking exams? He could roam the world, uphold justice, and flirt with beauties as he pleased.

Grace Miller was still thinking when he had already reached the sky above the mortal realm. Here, the world was governed by “gravity,” and it felt as if a hook had caught him. Grace Miller immediately became a free-falling body, accelerating toward the ground, and was left wearing nothing but his underwear.

Caught off guard, Grace Miller felt his stomach churn, and before he could hold it in, he spat out a golden inner elixir the size of an egg from his mouth.

Grace Miller was shocked—this was terrible! All of a celestial’s power resided in the inner elixir. Without it, he would be as weak as any ordinary person.

Grace Miller adjusted his posture, head down, stretching out his right hand to try to grab the inner elixir. He was just a centimeter or two short, but no matter what, he couldn’t reach it.

Grace Miller cursed all the gods and Buddhas again, one by one. Having ninety percent of his power stripped away was bad enough—who was so malicious as to try to take the last ten percent as well?

The speed of his descent grew faster and faster. Grace Miller had barely finished cursing a tenth of the gods and Buddhas when he saw the ground approaching—and a mouth waiting for him.

“Get out of the way!”

Grace Miller shouted at the top of his lungs, but it was too late. The inner elixir fell straight into that mouth, and Grace Miller crashed into the person, both of them passing out together.

After all, Grace Miller had a celestial body. Even without any power left, he was still stronger than most people. In no time, he woke up and immediately started feeling around on the person below him, anxiously muttering:

“Where’s my inner elixir? Where’s my inner elixir?”

That person slowly woke up as well. She had just been praying to the heavens for help and was preparing to end her own life. Who would have thought something would literally fall from the sky, hitting her so hard she ached all over? Was she dead or alive? Was that thing a god or a man? Could she still avenge her great grievance? Opening her eyes, she saw a half-naked man groping around, his expression crazed, both anxious and embarrassed. She swung her right hand and slapped him hard.

Both of them screamed at the same time—one jumped three steps away, the other scrambled back three steps. Six steps apart, they stared at each other.

It turned out to be a woman, and not just any woman, but an absolute beauty. All of Grace Miller’s heat and anger vanished instantly, replaced by confusion. Why was she dressed in ancient costume and holding a sword? Was someone filming a cheesy drama again?

Tears welled in the woman’s eyes, her face redder than the clouds at dawn. She waved her sword and said:

“You, you… I’ll kill you!”

But the man in front of her was wearing nothing but underwear. The woman was both anxious and embarrassed, stomped her foot, and turned away.

Grace Miller wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, took a step forward, and said:

“Miss, don’t panic, don’t be afraid. Brother here is a good man, a celestial who has come down from the heavens in disguise.”

The woman was stunned. This man really had fallen from the sky. There were trees around, but all were more than ten steps away. Could he really be a celestial?

“You, you say you’re a celestial, come down in disguise… then why aren’t you wearing any clothes?”

“Well,” Grace Miller scratched the back of his head, “that’s right, ‘in disguise’ means wearing less. So naturally, I have to wear less clothing. I’m already doing pretty well. Think about Sun Wukong—when he first came out from under the Five Elements Mountain, he was completely naked, wearing even less than me. He just had more hair than I do.”

“What kind of celestial are you?” The woman half-believed him, but still didn’t dare turn around.

“I’m the Sword Immortal.”

“Sword Immortal?” The woman thought for a moment. She didn’t recall any such celestial in the heavens, though there were plenty of martial artists in the mortal world who called themselves “Sword Immortal.”

“The ‘sword’ of sword and blade, not the ‘cheap’ of cheapness,” Grace Miller hurriedly explained.

“Prove it to me,” the woman said, still feeling it was a bit far-fetched.

Grace Miller thought, This is bad. The girl swallowed my inner elixir—how can I prove it? But when he tried to gather his energy, he found there was still a trace of celestial qi in his dantian. Though it was as thin as a thread, it was enough to perform a low-level spell. He couldn’t figure out why, but he took another step forward, grinning:

“Miss, of course I can prove it to you. But first, you have to prove you’re a good person, worthy of a celestial brother showing his skills, right?”

“I’m a good person,” the woman said quickly.

“Hmm, good people always have nice names. May I ask your name, miss?”

The woman couldn’t help but laugh and said:

“Bad people can have nice names too. My… my name is really plain.”

Grace Miller heard her laughter, clear as silver bells and warm as a spring breeze, and his soul was half gone. He forgot all about the Heavenly Court and his inner elixir, took another step forward, and said:

“I’m a celestial. I can tell if someone is good or bad just by their name.”

“My surname is Ye, like the leaf on a tree. My given name is just ‘Ting’.” Her voice grew softer and softer, until it was barely audible.

Such a shy little beauty—just his type. Grace Miller made five or six funny faces at the sky, then silently made wild, mischievous, and wicked faces at Charlotte Harris’s back. Taking another step forward, he cleared his throat and said: