Mo Yu slowly opened his eyes, his consciousness rising from a haze of chaos.
The surroundings were dim. He was inside an airtight secret chamber, its stone walls carved with intricate patterns. A faint fragrance lingered in the air, sweet yet cold.
“Mmm~”
A soft, delicate moan pierced through the remnants of his confusion.
He turned his head abruptly.
Beside him lay a peerless fairy, fast asleep.
Her features were exquisitely refined, her skin smooth as jade. Even in slumber, she radiated a cold arrogance, like a snow lotus blooming atop an icy peak, sacred and untouchable.
Yet at this moment, she was completely unclothed, her flawless curves laid bare, stirring the blood.
In the next instant, the fairy Ling Qingyue suddenly opened her eyes.
Shock, shame, and icy killing intent intertwined within her beautiful gaze.
“Take your hand away!”
Her voice was cold, trembling faintly as she suppressed her fury.
Mo Yu immediately withdrew his hand awkwardly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
Before he could finish speaking, Ling Qingyue vanished.
When she reappeared, she was already several steps away. Her clothes were perfectly restored, white robes pure as snow and untouched by dust, like a moon palace immortal, aloof and distant.
Ling Qingyue lowered her head, recalling fragments of the previous night.
She had accidentally fallen victim to an aphrodisiac poison. Her reason had collapsed, and she had actually…
Shame surged through her body, causing ripples in her cold eyes. The lingering sensations and faint pain reminded her of everything that had happened.
She took a deep breath, suppressing both shame and anger.
What was done was done. Killing him now would solve nothing.
At the root of it, he had been the true victim, used against his will to forcibly detoxify her poison.
“If you dare reveal this matter, I will kill you.”
She left behind that icy warning and turned to leave.
“Fairy, I can take responsibility!” Mo Yu called out.
Ling Qingyue glanced back, her gaze sweeping over him.
His appearance was handsome, with sharp brows and star-like eyes, and an extraordinary bearing.
But his cultivation…
1st stage Qi Refining Realm.
“There’s no need,” she said indifferently, without the slightest warmth. “The gap between us is too great. It is absolutely impossible.”
As she was about to leave, Mo Yu called out again, his tone firm. “No one starts as a strong cultivator. I will grow stronger!”
Ling Qingyue paused, a faint ripple stirring in her heart.
“Taiqing Sacred Land. Ling Qingyue. Come find me within three years.”
She hesitated briefly, her voice almost inaudible. “If you do not come, forget all of this. I am already betrothed to the Holy Son of Tianxuan Sacred Land.”
After speaking, she did not linger. Transforming into a streak of white light, she vanished from the secret chamber, leaving behind only a faint fragrance.
Watching her leave, Mo Yu shook his head and sighed softly.
“Classic. Absolutely classic.”
A storyline straight out of a classic novel from his previous life.
That’s right. Mo Yu was a transmigrator.
In his previous life, he had stayed up too late playing on his phone and died suddenly. He was reborn into this world called Tianyuan Continent and lived a second life.
Here, sects stood in abundance, and strength reigned supreme.
Demons and monsters roamed freely, danger lurking everywhere.
Fortunately, he had the standard protagonist template.
A mysterious background. Missing parents. A cultivation genius who suddenly became useless. A beauty in a ring. A miraculous encounter at a cliff…
Oh right, he had no memory before six months of age, and he just so happened to be missing a bone from his body.
In short, everything a protagonist should have, he had.
This time was no different.
He had found a treasure map at a street stall, was kidnapped by a minor villain to scout the way, and by sheer coincidence helped Ling Qingyue detoxify her aphrodisiac poison…
One link after another, perfectly classic.
Next would come diligent cultivation, defeating the Holy Son three years later, and ascending to the pinnacle of life, right?
“Little Yu has finally grown up. As your master, I feel gratified.”
Red mist flowed beside Mo Yu, condensing into a woman of unparalleled elegance.
She wore a crimson gown, her skin fair as snow, her features picturesque. Her white hair shimmered like frost, and her red eyes burned like fire. Demonic allure and sacred purity merged seamlessly within her, forming a heart-stirring charm.
Her gentle voice carried a hint of teasing as it echoed through the dark chamber.
Mo Yu looked at his golden-finger cheat, modeled after the classic “old master in the ring” trope, and said helplessly, “Sister Yan Xi, please stop teasing me.”
He took out a diary he had obtained at an auction from his storage ring and carefully compared its contents.
Walking to the corner of the chamber, he traced the cold stone wall with his fingers, searching carefully.
Eventually, behind a landscape mural, he found a mechanism.
Click.
The stone wall slid open, revealing a hidden compartment.
Inside lay a simple ancient pill bottle.
“You brat, your luck is truly good,” Yan Xi remarked with a sigh. “Take it, and your strength will recover.”
“You’re always so reckless. If not for your luck this time, things could have ended badly.”
She recalled his previous battle against an old demonic cultivator in the 1st stage Divine Transformation Realm and still felt lingering fear.
That battle had sealed Mo Yu’s cultivation.
Mo Yu merely smiled. “I have great destiny luck. I won’t die.”
Yan Xi sighed lightly and said nothing more.
After several years together, she understood his luck well enough.
This fellow would jump off cliffs whenever he saw one, and every time he would encounter a fortuitous opportunity. He was practically a monster.
Mo Yu swallowed the pill.
The shackles within his body shattered.
A golden core slowly formed within his dantian.
Spiritual power surged wildly like an unbridled beast.
His aura climbed steadily.
His cultivation soared from the 1st stage Qi Refining Realm back to the 4th stage Golden Core Realm.
“Finally restored.”
Mo Yu clenched his fists, feeling the power coursing through him.
“That woman said she was betrothed to some Holy Son, right?”
As he spoke, he took out a small notebook densely filled with names—his “enemy list.”
He had offended far too many people to fear a mere Holy Son.
As if he weren’t one himself.
Yan Xi’s expression turned strange. “Tianxuan Sacred Land…”
Mo Yu froze.
Tianxuan Sacred Land?
Holy Son?
Wasn’t that him?
That’s right. He was the only Holy Son of Tianxuan Sacred Land.
But he had never heard of any engagement!
Was he being cuckolded by himself?
What kind of absurd plot was this?
At that moment, a mechanical voice echoed in his mind.
[Ding! Conditions met. System awakening.]
System!
Mo Yu was instantly overjoyed, all previous confusion thrown aside.
He would clarify those matters after returning to the Sacred Land.
As a transmigrator, he naturally knew what a system was.
The protagonist template was already decent, leveling up all the way in cheat mode and feeling great.
But he did not enjoy the thrilling lifestyle of constantly jumping off cliffs for opportunities.
A system was far more appealing.
Destiny alone already paved an invincible path. With a system, there would be even more paths.
[Villain Counterattack System successfully bound.]
[Detected Child of Destiny Mo Yu. Suppress him to obtain generous rewards.]
Mo Yu: ?!!
Villain Counterattack System?
Suppress the Child of Destiny?
Suppress himself?!
“System, did you make a mistake?”
[Verification complete. No error detected.]
[Your fiancée was taken by the Child of Destiny. Activation conditions fulfilled.]
Mo Yu’s lips twitched.
What a twisted line of reasoning!
Technically true, but…
Was he insane to suppress himself?!
[Detected that you successfully intercepted the Fated Woman of Destiny, Saintess Ling Qingyue of Taiqing Sacred Land.]
[You forced a relationship with Ling Qingyue. Although you were somewhat passive during the process, you still crossed three major realms and inflicted irreversible bleeding damage upon her.]
[Though forcibly twisted melons are not sweet, they quench thirst.]
[Villain counterattack successful.]
[Reward: Pure Yang Sacred Body.]
Pure Yang Sacred Body?!
Mo Yu’s heart surged with shock.
This was a legendary top-tier physique.
Those who possessed it cultivated far faster than ordinary people and had the qualifications to ascend to immortality.
They could even control Pure Yang True Flame, capable of burning the heavens and boiling the seas, with immeasurable power.
This counted as a villain counterattack?!
This system truly delivered when it came to rewards.
Now he was wide awake.
However…
“System, there’s a typo.”
[Verification complete. No error detected.]
[Commencing physique fusion.]