Chapter 8: The Sky Collapses.
Her heart plummeted as her connection to the lunar energy vanished completely.
With this man’s cunning, likely no less than that of the Devouring Heaven Beast scion, falling into his hands would only plunge her into a darker abyss.
She was her mother’s pride, the hope of their lineage, and cherished by her senior brothers and sisters in the holy land.
A chilling despair engulfed her entirely.
“Ancestors…”
Jiang Ningshuang’s lips, smeared with mud and blood, trembled faintly, her voice weak as a dream’s whisper.
“If your divine will still lingers… please… save Frost…”
Tears mixed with the mud and blood on her face, leaving faint traces on the cold ground.
“Frost… would rather die… than endure this humiliation…”
Silently, she prayed in her heart, the last flicker of attachment to life in her soul extinguishing like a candle in the wind.
“Father… Mother…”
She saw their gentle, blurred faces in her memory, her final thoughts filled with longing and guilt.
“Frost… is coming to you… Frost… has let you down…”
“Frost is coming to you.”
Her thoughts, tinged with the relief of release, drifted like a kite into boundless darkness and cold, farther and farther…
Yet, for some reason, a faint smile curved her lips…
[Ding! Detecting Lunar Saint Body—Jiang Ningshuang’s soul on the verge of dissipation. Soul injection accelerating… 1%… 50%… 99%… Injection complete! Host consciousness loading…]
A cold, emotionless mechanical voice echoed in some unknowable dimension.
Pain!
All-consuming, excruciating pain!
It felt like being caught between ice and fire.
He felt worse now than when he was on the brink of starvation.
He forced open heavy eyelids—or rather, her eyelids.
His vision blurred for a few seconds before barely focusing.
Who… who’s this? So beautiful, but why dressed in men’s clothes?
The person before him had features carved with precision, exuding a sharp, commanding presence.
The brows weren’t the soft willow arcs of a woman but slanted sharply, radiating bold heroism and killing intent.
Most striking were the eyes—long, elegant phoenix eyes with slightly upturned corners.
Jet-black hair, casually tied with a jade-green hairpin, with a few rebellious strands falling over the forehead and cheeks.
But those eyes… Xie Qiyang shivered. Something about this person felt wrong.
His gaze drifted downward… landing on “his” chest!
!!! What kind of shocking scene was this?!
The girl wore only a thin layer of gauze. Worse, the sweat-soaked fabric clung to her skin, outlining every curve of her feminine, alluring figure in vivid detail.
A rush of heat surged to Xie Qiyang’s head! The visual impact was a million times more intense than any spicy novel illustration he’d seen.
But excitement was swiftly replaced by unmatched terror and shame!
No way, was he really being turned into some anime character? He loved spicy novels, sure, but experiencing it in first-person?! 😭
Wait, hold on. If the person opposite was also a woman, maybe it wasn’t… Anyway, nothing could happen, right?
Xie Qiyang found a sliver of comfort in that thought.
His stomach… didn’t feel as hungry anymore?
But a strange, bloated sensation replaced the hunger.
Then, a sharper, knife-twisting pain erupted from deep in his abdomen.
It was like someone was stirring a red-hot iron inside him!
The pain made her arch her back, gasping sharply.
Her arms? She couldn’t feel them at all, only a piercing agony radiating from her shoulder sockets.
Her wrists and ankles were completely numb, her body utterly drained of strength.
Every pain signal flooded her brain like a tsunami, screaming a brutal truth: this body was in an utterly dire state.
And the stunning woman before her, with an aggressive yet obsessive air, sparked an ominous feeling…
No, no, no—could this be someone seeking revenge on the original owner?
Was the original owner tortured to death, and now he was stuck in her place?
The pain coursing through this body led Xie Qiyang to that conclusion.
“Ugh…”
His vision darkened.
Her heart, in that moment, died completely.
Damn it! (A certain plant)
Did he get the wrong transmigration script?
Others got underdog-to-hero or overpowered protagonist arcs.
Him? Up, down, down, down, down… straight to the eighteenth layer of hell, in the most absurd way possible.
Then, something even more despair-inducing happened.
With a rip, the “beauty” before her tore off their upper garment, revealing a chiseled, perfectly proportioned physique.
Wait… huh? Something’s off…
What?! A man?!
The unmistakable bulge below crushed Xie Qiyang’s last shred of hope.
“It’s over. It’s over.”
She murmured.
As a veteran fan of cultivation spicy novels and art, Xie Qiyang’s “knowledge reserves” were sounding every alarm.
In the wilderness, a stunning fairy with torn clothes, bound hands and feet, and a shirtless, muscular man…
Did he even need to guess the plot?
It was straight out of a spicy novel!
What came next didn’t need imagining—the scenes were already playing in her mind.
Best case? She’d fall under the man’s sway.
Worst case? Well, the best case was at least… somewhat enjoyable.
She had no idea what grudge or love-hate drama existed between this silver-haired fairy and this ridiculously handsome man.
But one thing was clear—they weren’t loving dao partners.
Otherwise, would he be this ruthless?
She glanced at the clothes clinging to her battered body, the terrifyingly vivid pain making it impossible to think calmly.
It’s over! What now? I never should’ve used this stupid system! Starving to death would’ve been better! 😭😭😭
Xie Qiyang’s soul wailed silently within the unfamiliar, scarred, delicate body.