Chapter 1: Please kill me quickly!

Rain fell steadily, forming a continuous curtain.

Beneath the rain curtain, the snow-haired Sword Immortal gripped her long sword tightly, her cherry lips parting:

“Junior Brother! You have been bewitched by the Demon Dao Alliance Leader, forming factions and slaughtering countless lives…”

Her sword pointed at the bound youth.

The rain blurred her vision. Li Shixue seemed to see—

Many years ago, on a similar rainy day.

A young man holding an oil-paper umbrella panted as he ran along the long mountain path and handed her the food box he had protected in his arms.

His hair and shoulders were soaked through, yet his ink-black eyes shone brilliantly:

“Senior Sister, these are osmanthus cakes I made myself… If you don’t mind, please try them. They’re still warm!”

At that time, she merely glanced at the food box covered in water droplets, her willow brows slightly furrowed:

“Those who cultivate should not indulge in the desires of the mouth and stomach. The rain is heavy—go back and copy the ‘Clear Heart Incantation’ ten times.”

The youth’s gaze dimmed. He lowered his head and laughed at himself:

“You’re right. I’ll go copy it now.”

He placed the food box under the corridor, turned around, and ran into the rain.

Before long, his thin figure was swallowed by the rain curtain.

As for that box of osmanthus cakes… it was probably taken away by a patrolling spirit beast later, right?

Li Shixue had never asked.

Now, things had changed beyond recognition.

The youth from back then was now kneeling on blood-soaked mud.

The Immortal Binding Rope dug deeply into his shoulders and wrists, constantly eroding the demonic qi within his body.

Rainwater mixed with blood streamed down his lowered profile.

Li Shixue’s sword blade hovered three inches from his forehead, her serene eyes scrutinizing the youth:

“…You carry countless evil debts. Do you have anything to say?”

Chu Yuan slowly raised his head:

“Things have come to this. I have nothing left to say… Please kill me quickly!”

The rain washed away the disheveled hair on his forehead, revealing his eyes.

Those bright eyes held no resentment, no pleading—only relief. In his heart he thought:

‘Fucking hell!’

‘I’ve finally reached the finale!!!’

Recalling the moment he first transmigrated into this female-honored world, Chu Yuan had once been full of vigor, imagining what kind of golden finger he would receive.

Who could have known the system had no humanity and gave him the [Licking Dog Villain Role-playing System] instead.

As Feng Aotian’s junior brother, he needed to play the role of a licking dog whose love was unrequited, ultimately falling to the demonic path and being killed.

Three hundred years had passed in the blink of an eye.

Three hundred years!

He had licked for a full three hundred years!

Did anyone know how he had endured those three centuries?

What kept Chu Yuan diligently performing his role were naturally the various stage rewards and the ultimate grand prize:

[Upon completing all plotlines, you may return to the day of transmigration with peak cultivation, treasures, and more, and freely develop from there.]

In short, he was currently playing in story mode.

Once he cleared it, he could switch to free mode and do whatever he wanted.

Just thinking about his invincible life after rebirth, Chu Yuan couldn’t help humming softly.

Next, all Chu Yuan needed to do was hold on until the Feng Aotian senior sister in front of him executed him.

After recalling the script requirements, he reversed his cultivation technique and spat out a mouthful of essence blood.

Seeing this, Li Shixue’s jade hand holding the sword trembled slightly:

“Junior Brother… what are you…???”

Chu Yuan gave a miserable smile:

“Heh! It’s merely a fatal injury. Why should Senior Sister concern herself? It can only be said that the year I assisted you in breaking through, my soul was damaged, leaving behind old ailments…”

Assisted me in breaking through?

Li Shixue’s blue eyes suddenly contracted as the memory surfaced:

It was the critical moment when she was attacking a major realm.

At that time, she suffered a heart demon backlash, and her sword intent nearly went out of control.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared outside the closed-door cultivation cave, while cracks covered the cold jade platform where she sat.

Just when she thought her Dao foundation would be damaged, a gentle spiritual power flowed in steadily from outside, precisely protecting her nearly collapsing meridians.

That spiritual power felt both familiar and foreign, supporting her through the most dangerous moment.

After she emerged from seclusion and saw her pale-faced junior brother smiling at her as brightly as ever:

“Congratulations on breaking through, Senior Sister!”

She had only nodded indifferently and never once asked him: How are your injuries?

Thinking back now, that warm power supporting her must have used his own sword intent as a guide to forcibly redirect her backlash.

No wonder afterward, his soul was damaged and he had to seclude himself for a full six months to recover.

Li Shixue’s sword-holding hand unconsciously lowered.

“Immortal Li!”

While she was lost in thought, a clear and melodious male voice suddenly rang out.

She turned her gaze and saw a gentle, jade-like modest immortal lord flying out from the righteous path alliance in the distance.

The immortal lord wore plain-colored brocade robes, covered by a water-repelling barrier. Not even a speck of mud stained his shoes.

Chu Yunlan, Chu Yuan’s elder brother and current master of the Taixu Sacred Domain.

At this moment, his face was filled with perfectly measured grief and regret.

His gaze fell on Chu Yuan, and Chu Yunlan displayed the demeanor of a brother who “hated iron for not becoming steel”:

“My foolish little brother~!”

His voice carried a trembling note of deep heartache:

“We are brothers, after all. I truly cannot understand why you would willingly fall and associate with these demonic path demons. Is there some unspeakable hardship? If there is, speak now. With all the righteous path cultivators present, perhaps we can…”

“Your Majesty the Sacred Lord! There is no need to waste words.”

A white-haired, cold-faced elder interrupted in a deep voice:

“The evidence is conclusive! This scoundrel was once the son of the previous Sacred Lord, yet he dared to collude with the demonic path and slaughter countless righteous disciples. His crimes are too numerous to record! Today we must execute him to set the record straight!”

Watching the two of them echoing each other, Chu Yuan let out a scoff as if hearing some ridiculous joke:

“Heh! A fake young master and the dog beside him joined hands to usurp the Sacred position that belonged to me, and now you’re pretending to be merciful? Your faces are truly thick enough!”

Chu Yuan’s tone was full of disdain.

If not for the system’s plot restrictions, he would have wiped out this fake young master and his gang of traitors over a hundred years ago.

Hearing the word “fake,” the corner of Chu Yunlan’s eye twitched involuntarily, but he pretended not to hear it.

Shaking his head with a feigned sigh, Chu Yunlan cupped his hands toward Li Shixue:

“Immortal Li, this person and I are brothers by blood, after all. I truly cannot bear to do it myself. I must trouble you to handle it… and thereby end this sinful karmic tie.”

Sinful karmic tie…

Those two words stabbed into Li Shixue’s heart like cold needles.

Her jade fingers gripping the sword tightened slightly. Her natal spirit sword emitted a faint hum.

Meanwhile, Chu Yuan had already raised his head, closed his eyes, and could barely suppress the upward curl of his lips:

‘Hold it!’

‘Don’t laugh yet!’

‘Must finish the last shift properly.’

‘As long as this Feng Aotian kills me, I can complete the story and rebirth!’

‘After rebirth, in just a few years I’ll break through to the Great Vehicle stage, seize the Sacred position, welcome thousands into my harem, attain the supreme Dao, and stand at the peak of this world.’

‘Come on!’

‘Senior Sister!’

‘Hurry up and kill me!!!’

‘Your junior brother’s great Dao begins with your execution! Wryyyyyy!!!!!’

However, he waited for a long time, yet the sword still did not fall.

Chu Yuan frowned and opened his eyes, only to see—

The senior sister who had maintained a poker face for three hundred years was actually showing a look of struggle.

Thump thump thump!

A bad premonition suddenly rose in Chu Yuan’s heart:

‘This woman has been a block of wood for three hundred years. She’s not going to awaken right at this moment, is she?’