The rain is pouring down.

A novel about cultivation that combines the power struggles of the sect, disputes in the fairy world, and counterattacks and growth. 
The abandoned son of the sect, Gu An, was forced to marry into the family, but he used the wedding to expose the inheritance of the God. 
He broke through step by step, and transformed from a puppet in the marriage to a behind-the-scenes God who subverted the fairy world.
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Yeah, I am Gu An, from the story above.
Transmigrating into a world of cultivation, I find myself at the lowest rung of the sect's hierarchy. Everyone wants to bully me to gain some benefits. Fortunately, there are always a few junior brothers and sisters who are 'generous and understanding', allowing me to improve peacefully and secretly grow stronger. Years later, unbeknownst to anyone, I successfully become a deity within the sect. This day, my master visits me at the sect's request.
'The upper echelons of the sect believe you have been diligent and loyal over the years, and though your strength is mediocre, you are an honest person, so they've found a marriage alliance for you.'
'An alliance marriage?'
'Not exactly. The other family has a rule: marrying into their family means taking their surname.'
Is this... becoming a son-in-law who marries into the wife's family?
Looking at the long sword before my neck, it was obvious that they didn't give me too many substantial opportunities to choose.
What should I do?
Waiting for answers online、、、

After I Became a Divine Monarch, the Sect Wants Me to Marry In

Gu An gazed at the envelope on the ground, her eyes lowered in silent contemplation.


The breeze blew, sending the envelope a little farther away.


Only then did Gu An finally raise her brows to look at the people in front of her.


*But why were they making things so difficult for her?*


*If Senior Sister Duanmu were here, would they act like this?*


*Maybe they saw she was a bit older, with traces of logging on her body.*


*Respect the clothes before the person, huh.*


*Must be that she looked unworthy of respect, it was her own problem if she thought about it carefully.*


"What are you staring at? Pick it up already, you're not really going to make us do it for you, right?" the man said,


Then, with a stride, in a movement swift as lightning, she swung her hand down.


Chapter 170: It's Not Just a Strike, It's Killing People