“Senior Nanying, I’ve brought the food back. Open the door and let me in.”
She kept her voice low, calling through the crack of the door, her eyes filled with tension and fear as she glanced around nervously.
“Just give me the food. You don’t need to come in.”
“Please, Senior Nanying, there are so many zombies out here. I’m scared. I’m begging you, let me in!”
“Hua Wuyan, who knows if you’ve been bitten by those things after being out for so long. If you’ve mutated, we’ll all be killed because of you!”
A cold, distant voice accompanied by a forceful shove pierced her eardrums.
Hua Wuyan felt a sharp pain at the back of her head, and a surge of irritation and confusion welled up inside her. “What food? What mutation?”
She opened her eyes and reached back to touch the back of her head. “Hiss! Blood?”
She had clearly been reading an apocalyptic novel set in the Mortal Realm—how was she suddenly bleeding?
With that thought, she immediately looked around warily. No, this wasn’t the Heavenly Dao Sovereign’s residence. It wasn’t even the Cultivation Realm.
The corridor was lit by only a dim, flickering light, with dark brown and black bloodstains splattered everywhere.
A thick, putrid stench hung in the air.
“Ugh! What is that smell?” What was going on? Where was she?
She was sitting on the cold floor, facing a locked glass door. On the other side, several unfamiliar faces were staring at her with contempt.
“Hua Wuyan, don’t think acting pitiful will make us let you in. Get lost while you still can!
If you dare lead any zombies here, I’ll never forgive you!”
“Senior Nanying, you’re just too kind. You’ve given Hua Wuyan chance after chance, and that’s why she’s so brazen.
Hua Wuyan, just leave already. Don’t drag us down with you.”
“Junior Qingtian, let’s ignore her. Look, this food is enough to last us three days. There’s even your favorite cilantro-flavored instant noodles in here.”
“Hiss! Senior Nanying? Junior Qingtian?”
She sprang to her feet in an instant, ignoring the pain at the back of her head, and rushed to the door, slamming her palms against the glass several times.
“What did you call me?”
The group inside was wearing matching school uniforms. Among them, a tall, long-legged man turned around, disgust evident in his eyes as he spoke.
“Hua Wuyan, you idiot, stop banging on the door! You’re going to attract the zombies!
Let me tell you one last time—I, Jiang Nanying, will never fall for you! Get the hell out of here!”
Hua Wuyan’s eyes went blank for a second.
Zombies, mutation, Jiang Nanying, and Xu Qingtian?
Damn it! She had transmigrated into the book!
Hidden inside the sports equipment room were the female lead, Xu Qingtian, and her number-one simp, Jiang Nanying.
The current scene was exactly one month after the apocalypse had begun—the plot where the cannon fodder female supporting character, Hua Wuyan, brought food back to curry favor with Jiang Nanying.
Jiang Nanying simped for Xu Qingtian, and Hua Wuyan simped for Jiang Nanying.
What rotten luck! She had transmigrated into the role of a simp’s simp.
She was the ancestor of the Wind-Moon Sect, with countless admirers at her feet—all of them top-tier talents in the Cultivation Realm with outstanding looks and physiques.
This Jiang Nanying, who was supposedly the campus heartthrob of Lin University, had drooping eyes and a turned-up nose. Though he was tall, his frame was as frail as a willow in the wind. How could he possibly deserve Hua Wuyan’s affection?
If word of this ever got out, she’d be laughed at by her disciples and descendants for sure.
But how had she ended up inside the book? No—how she got in didn’t matter. What mattered was how she was going to get back!
Jiang Nanying licked Xu Qingtian, and Hua Wuyan licked Jiang Nanying.
What rotten luck! She had transmigrated into a book as a simp’s simp.
She was the ancestor of the Wind-Moon Sect, with countless admirers at her feet, each one a top-tier cultivator with impeccable looks and physiques.
This Jiang Nanying, hailed as the school heartthrob of Lin University, had drooping eyes and a turned-up nose. Though tall, his frame was as frail as a willow swaying in the wind—how could he possibly deserve Hua Wuyan’s affection?
If word of this ever got out, her disciples and descendants would laugh their heads off.
But how had she even ended up inside this book? No! How she got in didn’t matter—what mattered was how to get back!
She had finally secured an audience with the Heavenly Dao Sovereign. With her Natural Alluring Physique, the moment he laid eyes on her, he would surely be spellbound, and their union would elevate her cultivation to new heights.
Who would have thought that merely reading a book while waiting would land her in this mess?
Just then, a mechanical male voice echoed in her mind.
[Ding! The Heavenly Dao Providence System has activated. Detecting a strong desire within you, it is now binding with you.]
A system! One of the standard golden fingers for female protagonists in novels!
She knew it—she, the esteemed ancestor of the Wind-Moon Sect, had been brought here by a twist of fate, so she was bound to have a golden finger too.
[Ding! Binding successful. Binding target: Hua Wuyan, ancestor of the Wind-Moon Sect. Final wish: Return to the cultivation world.]
Hearing the system’s prompt, Hua Wuyan felt a surge of excitement. “System, how do I return to my original world?”
[Host, you cannot return for now.]
“Say that again!” She tried to channel her qi, only to find her Dantian completely empty. Panic flashed across her face. “Where is my Nascent Soul in my Dantian?”
[I regret to inform you that, according to the Heavenly Dao Laws, you currently possess an ordinary mortal body in this world.
To return to your original cultivation world, you must complete the fortuitous opportunity tasks assigned to you by the system.]
Hua Wuyan took a deep breath to steady herself.
How could a mortal body withstand the scorching heat and the endless horde of zombies!
“Fine, fine, so that’s how you want to play it! Heavenly Dao Laws? Aren’t those just the rules set by the Heavenly Dao Sovereign? Have him come out and talk to me!”
She understood now—there was no way she could have been transported without her knowledge at her level of cultivation.
This was clearly the Heavenly Dao Sovereign’s revenge for her peeking at him bathing yesterday, deliberately tossing her into this book as punishment!
“Rumble!”
Suddenly, thunder roared outside, and a bolt of heavenly lightning appeared above her head, blasting a massive crater into the ground before her.
That wasn’t just lightning—it was the Whip of Heavenly Punishment wielded by the Heavenly Dao Sovereign.
She looked up and pointed at the ceiling, cursing, “Heavenly Dao Sovereign, you hypocrite! I merely coveted your body and didn’t even succeed—was that worth this? You actually threw me into a book to undergo tribulation!”
“Boom!” Another strike of the punishment whip was about to descend.
“Stop, stop, stop! You’ve already punished me by sending me into this book for tribulation—do you have to be so vicious!” The Whip of Heavenly Punishment dissipated in midair.
Thinking of the Heavenly Dao Sovereign’s ethereal, ascetic, and cold demeanor, she felt a pang of unwillingness.
Now, with her cultivation completely gone and zombies rampant in this world, one scratch could easily spell her doom.
“System, if I get scratched by a zombie in this world, will I mutate?”
[This book world is an apocalyptic one. Being scratched by a zombie leads to two outcomes.
One: mutation into a zombie. Two: evolution into an Ability User.
Based on calculations, with your current body, the probability of mutation upon being scratched is ninety-eight percent. The probability of becoming an Ability User is only two percent.
If you accidentally turn into a zombie, to prevent contamination of the cultivation world, this system will completely eradicate you.]
“What? Eradicate me?”
[That’s correct. So, until you meet the requirements to return to the cultivation world, please ensure your own survival first, host.]
Hua Wuyan cursed the Heavenly Dao Sovereign a thousand times in her heart before finally conceding.
She touched the wound on the back of her head and asked, resigned, “So what do I need to do?”
“Is there any way to heal the wound on the back of my head first? In my current state, I won’t even need you to erase me—I’ll bleed out and die again before long.”
[Since the fatal wound on the back of your head was caused by your predecessor, the system can heal it for you once, free of charge. Only this once—don’t expect it again.]
Hua Wuyan felt a cool, tingling sensation at the back of her skull. She reached up and touched it—the wound was gone without a trace, not even a scar left behind.
She let out a sigh of relief, then stretched her arms and legs.
She was starving, her stomach pressed against her spine, and her whole body felt weak.
In this book’s world, it was now one month after the apocalypse had begun, and most supplies and food had already been snatched up by the survivors.
Given her current physical condition, she had to solve the problem of food and clothing first.
“System, are there any places in Linjiang City that still have food?”