Chapter 10: The Sacred Body of the Sun.

“Wait… hold on!”
Xie Qiyang forced the words from her throat, one by one.
She’d grasped something useful.

Her words spilled out like a machine gun, ignoring the omnipresent pain.
Her ice-blue eyes blazed with a fierce will to survive.

After all, in spicy novel logic, the male lead’s ego was usually bigger than a gourd.

“I… I’m the Lunar Saint Body! Your cultivation… at most, it’s two major realms above mine, right? Forcing dual cultivation with me… it’d do you more harm than good!”

“The backlash from the Lunar Laws would drag down your cultivation! Look… I… I can’t even run in this state, right? How about… you hold off? We… we can plan this out slowly! I swear I won’t run! Please… just wait, okay?”

She didn’t care about logic or shame anymore, spilling every scrap of info from Jiang Ningshuang’s memory fragments about the drawbacks of dual cultivating with a Lunar Saint Body.

If she could avoid being taken right now, she could stomach other humiliations.

It’s just enduring, she told herself, gritting her teeth.

This was her only shot at making him hesitate.

The original owner, with her Lunar Saint Body and Great Emperor potential, couldn’t beat this guy.
His talent had to be at least comparable to hers.

A genius like that… probably wouldn’t think with his lower half, right?

She had little faith in this reasoning, but if she didn’t stall, she’d be “popped open” any second now.

She didn’t want her first few days as a transmigrator to end with a defeat CG in this wilderness forest!

Li Tianxing’s movements paused slightly at her sudden plea.

A spark of hope flashed in her eyes—maybe… there’s a chance!

He lowered his head, studying the girl’s pitiful, pleading expression with interest.

That gaze made her skin crawl.

“Hahaha…”
Li Tianxing laughed as if he’d heard the funniest joke, his shoulders shaking slightly.

“Plan slowly? Wait?”
He echoed her words, his tone dripping with mockery.
“When I act, why would I need to wait?”

“I plan without fail!”

Before his words settled—

Li Tianxing straightened abruptly, no longer holding back!

Boom—!!!

A pure, domineering blaze of divine light erupted unrestrained from his chiseled frame!

In that instant, he seemed to transform into a blazing sun fallen to earth.

Blinding! Scorching! Overbearing!

For some reason, Xie Qiyang’s mind automatically added background music:
“You came from Guangdong, trading for my city of snow…”

Okay, she was getting off track.

The light was so intense that Xie Qiyang, standing so close, felt her eyes sting.
She instinctively squeezed them shut, her vision reduced to a white-hot blur.

The dark, damp clearing seemed as if the sun itself had descended.

The cold, wet air sizzled, evaporating instantly!
The thick layer of decayed leaves curled, yellowed, and smoked visibly.

Amid this godlike, solar aura and searing heat, Li Tianxing’s voice, brimming with absolute control, reached her ears:

“Now, do you understand?”

“I am the Solar Saint Body!”

“This mission was for your Lunar Saint Body!”

“If you’re smart and compliant…”
His voice lowered slightly, “you’ll suffer less. Our cultivation, blending yin and yang, merging laws—that’s true mutual benefit!”

“Grass (a common plant)!”

Solar Saint Body!
Xie Qiyang cursed the system a thousand times in her heart, from its family to its ancestors, showering it with “affectionate” greetings.

A bolt from the blue—he was a Solar Saint Body?
Lunar Saint Body versus Solar Saint Body.

She had every reason to suspect the system had set her up.

It’s over… completely over…

The cold reality doused her like ice water.

She might’ve been better off not stalling.
Maybe if she’d closed her eyes and endured, he’d at least fix her dislocated arms, sparing her some pain.

Like a spine had been yanked from her, she collapsed onto the blackened, slightly warm mud scorched by Li Tianxing’s divine power.

Her ice-blue eyes lost all light, filled only with hollow despair.

Her silver hair splayed messily across the heated mud and ashen leaves, stained with filth.

Seeing the girl’s broken, hopeless state, Li Tianxing’s desire for control and conquest swelled, tinged with a cat-toying-with-mouse amusement.

The suffocating divine light around him dimmed slightly as he loomed over the defeated girl.

“You don’t need to look so devastated.”
He reached out, gently lifting a strand of mud-caked silver hair.
“The way of yin and yang is the ultimate truth of heaven and earth, the root of all things. You bear the Lunar Saint Body, I the Solar Saint Body—fated by the heavens, a perfect match, destined dao partners. But…”

His tone shifted, his gaze sweeping the ravaged clearing—charred leaves, the acrid smell of heat and scorched earth, the lingering damp mud stench.

“This place is indeed too crude and filthy.”

His voice carried undisguised disdain.
“The way of yin and yang requires the right timing, place, and harmony.”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!!”

Xie Qiyang snapped her head up, her lifeless eyes reigniting with a desperate spark of survival.

“This place is a mess! Filthy! Not fit for humans! It’s really not… uh… a suitable spot for cultivation!”

Her head bobbed like a pecking chick, her face forcing a look of “sincere” agreement, her heart praying frantically.

“Stall! Just stall! Change the location—anywhere, even the ends of the earth! Just not here, not some unspeakable scene right now!”

She knew, deep down, that stalling only delayed the inevitable.
But her motto was: delay, and let tomorrow’s self deal with it.

Plus, she had the system.
If she found a chance to wear a top-tier powerhouse’s clothes, she’d hang this guy up and whip him!

Make him see why flowers are so red.