“Ah Xu, open your eyes and look at your master.”
Yu Qinghan’s eyes were like cold stars, his sword-like brows knitted tightly as he grabbed Wen Xu by the shoulders. The tender skin beneath the gossamer red gauze was so feverishly hot it could make his palms break out in sweat.
“Master, you’ve finally come to save me.”
Wen Xu half-reposed in Yu Qinghan’s embrace, forcing his eyes open. His gaze shimmered with watery light, his delicate, porcelain-white face flushed with an abnormal flush, and his breathing grew increasingly rapid.
His slender, supple body was clad in only two layers of clothing—pants and a long robe both made of translucent, gossamer red gauze that left everything vaguely visible, making it alluring to the extreme.
Wen Xu only felt a dry heat raging in his chest, making him feel agonizingly miserable. He couldn’t help reaching out to tug at his collar, exposing his exquisite, shapely collarbones and vast swathes of flushed, white skin.
He felt so wretched he wanted to cry.
Wen Xu felt that he must have been down on his absolute luck. Just because he ate a little too quickly, he had somehow choked to death such an absurd way to die, the first time he had ever seen it in his life!
Afterward, he had inexplicably transmigrated into the novel I Want to Become Immortal, My Magical Powers Are Boundless, turning into Wen Xu, the little disciple of the major villain Yu Qinghan.
The original owner was a pitiful soul who had been abandoned by his father in childhood due to his special constitution, later crossing paths with Yu Qinghan to cling to a scrap of life. When he first went out to play after growing up, he was captured by members of the Xuanshuang Sect, Yu Qinghan’s sworn enemies.
Because of his unique physical condition, the original owner suffered cruel mistreatment. Before Yu Qinghan could even arrive to rescue him, he was tormented to death.
Where was his body so special, you ask? The damn original owner turned out to be an intersex dual-gendered shuang’er!
How was he supposed to look at his own body from now on?! How was he supposed to find a wife in the future?!
Wen Xu felt grief-stricken to the core, and he felt the tear-droplets in his eyes grow even heavier.
No, it wasn’t just that it was because the original owner, being an intersex person, had something extra compared to ordinary men…
The specifics were hard to explain; in any case, it was something to be grasped intuitively rather than put into words (those who don’t understand can look it up themselves).
Right at that moment, a cold, mechanical male voice suddenly rang out in Wen Xu’s mind:
[Congratulations to host Wen Xu for successfully binding with the Survival System. Code 444 is at your service.]
Wen Xu’s pupils constricted. After being stunned for a moment, an explosive gleam of excitement immediately shot out from his eyes, instantly sweeping away the discomfort in his body.
[System?! Do I have some kind of cheat code? Can I apply to change back into a normal man?]
Perhaps this was the system’s first time encountering a host who accepted things so readily; it lagged for a moment before replying: [No, there are no cheat codes. If the host wants to stay alive, you must complete missions to acquire life points.]
Wen Xu was instantly plunged into deep disappointment. Enduring his misery, he asked: [What kind of missions?]
System: [Farm the Master’s favorability points, farm the Master’s hatred points, or farm the Master’s paternal love points you may choose any one to farm. For example: every 10 points of favorability increases your life value by 1 point. Reaching 100 points will grant you eternal life.]
Wen Xu: [???]
Good lord, why is it all about the Master?! Is the Master such a hot commodity nowadays? Also, favorability and hatred points make sense, but what on earth is paternal love points?
Could this be the legendary ‘a teacher for one day is like a father for life’?
System: [Warning: For every 10 favorability points lost, your life value drops by 2 points.]
Hearing this, Wen Xu was utterly shocked: [You’re too ruthless! You give so little, but take away so much! Brother, let’s strike a bargain—can we swap those two around?]
System: [Negative. This is a mandatory mission; no bargaining or refusal is permitted, or else your soul will scatter into nothingness.]
Wen Xu couldn’t help cursing with a national swear word: [You motherfucker really are something else!]
This is forced buying and selling right here! What a black-hearted system!
He definitely couldn’t farm hatred points; even without reading the full book, he knew how cold, unfeeling, and ruthless the villain Yu Qinghan was.
Farming paternal love or favorability points felt like it could be done either way; in any case, it just meant trying hard to please Yu Qinghan, and the outcome would be the same.
The system didn’t bother telling Wen Xu that maxing out paternal love versus maxing out favorability might lead to entirely different results.
Wen Xu didn’t have time to ask for all the details either, because his body was growing even more agonizingly uncomfortable, and Yu Qinghan’s body was icy-cool and exceptionally comforting.
Knowing full well this wasn’t proper, he still couldn’t help rubbing himself against Yu Qinghan, rambling incoherently as he spoke: “Master… your body feels so comfortable…”
Yu Qinghan’s body stiffened for a moment. The person in his arms was burning hot, his face flushed, panting incessantly as if he had been drugged with aphrodisiacs.
He stared at his little disciple’s flushed face for a moment, yet ultimately still didn’t toss the person away.
“Master! The people outside have all been cleared out, how is Ah Xu doing?”
Yu Qinghan’s eldest disciple, Min Zhou, hurried running in, followed by the third disciple, Yuan Xiuzhu.
The moment Yuan Xiuzhu caught sight of Wen Xu’s appearance, his expression changed instantly, and he said with anxious worry:
“Master, the disciples of the Xuanshuang Sect confessed that they fed Ah Xu a dose of A Night of Spring Wind! What should we do? A small dose of A Night of Spring Wind is easy to resolve, but an overdose can be fatal!”
Yu Qinghan’s gaze turned sharp and frosty. Indeed, it was A Night of Spring Wind—this drug was originally developed by the Xuanshuang Sect and was quite notorious throughout the pugilist world.
Wen Xu was still continuously pressing himself against Yu Qinghan, crying out about how uncomfortable he felt. This completely unfamiliar sensation was truly torturing him.
A shuang’er’s body was different from an ordinary man’s, after all; whatever symptoms a woman would experience under such circumstances, a shuang’er would experience as well.
That sensation… was exceptionally intense.
Min Zhou drew a sharp intake of breath. It was the first time anyone had ever dared to rub against their Master like this.
With a complicated expression, he said to Yuan Xiuzhu, “Xiuzhu, you don’t need to worry too much either. Ah Xu is frail; if he had truly overdosed on A Night of Spring Wind, he wouldn’t have lasted until we arrived.”
Yuan Xiuzhu thought about it and decided that made a lot of sense, but deep down he was still desperately worried about Wen Xu, wondering if his secret had been discovered by their Master.
With an expressionless face, Yu Qinghan picked up Wen Xu and stood up, saying coldly, “Is there a cold water pool outside?”
“A water pool?” Min Zhou froze for a moment before answering, “There seems to be one, right outside…”
Before he even finished speaking, Yu Qinghan vanished into thin air carrying Wen Xu.
Min Zhou and Yuan Xiuzhu hurried outside to take a look, only to hear a resounding splash as Yu Qinghan actually tossed Wen Xu directly into the cold water pool.
Min Zhou and Yuan Xiuzhu: “!!”
Yuan Xiuzhu anxiously cried out, “Master, what are you doing?!”
Yu Qinghan’s handsome face looked even colder in the moonlight. Parting his thin lips, he uttered, “The dosage was small and symptoms are mild. Soaking in cold water for a while will fix it. Rest assured, he won’t die even if he does die, this seat can bring him back.”
Although Wen Xu’s consciousness was hazy, he still had a sliver of awareness left. Shocked awake by the icy water, he regained most of his lucidity, and upon hearing Yu Qinghan’s words, he was so infuriated he wanted to curse.
Yu Qinghan, you really are a total jerk!!!
Soaking in cold water is one thing, but why resort to such brutality? The bottom of the pool was covered in hard rocks, and it hurt him to death.
I curse you to never find a wife!