"I want to…"
"Fairy, what do you want?"
Outside the imperial city of Yunyin, inside a crumbling temple, a woman dressed in white gauze stood before the Buddha statue. Her skin was pale as snow, her hair cascading like a waterfall—an ethereal beauty, like a fairy descended to earth.
At that moment, her cheeks were flushed, her breathing shallow.
She seemed to be suppressing something with great effort.
Ye Fan stared at her, his throat tightening involuntarily.
Then, in a heartbeat, the woman lunged at him like a starving wolf.
She pinned him down and tore at his clothes with wild urgency.
Her fingertips were icy cold, yet the moment they touched his skin, they ignited a wave of heat.
"Fairy… this is the Buddha's temple. You can't be reckless here…"
Mmph—
Before Ye Fan could finish, her lips sealed his.
He tried to resist, but it was futile.
And then… the clouds rolled, the rain poured, and his soul soared to the heavens.
—
Ye Fan had once been a tireless workhorse on Blue Star.
He died suddenly after working overtime, only to awaken in the Tianqiong Continent.
Before he could even process the reality of transmigration, he was swept into this unexpected encounter.
It was… exhausting. Far more draining than any overtime shift.
Eight times.
One night. Eight full rounds.
By dawn, Ye Fan lay sprawled on the ground, utterly spent.
Beside him, the woman's blush had faded. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly as she opened her eyes.
"You…"
Her gaze sharpened like a blade, locking onto Ye Fan.
"Oh no…"
Ye Fan bolted upright in panic, grabbed a rag to cover himself, and shrank into the corner.
"What did you do to me?"
She raised her hand, and the sword lying nearby flew into her grip. Its blade hovered at Ye Fan's throat—one inch closer, and he'd be dead.
"Fairy, please spare me!"
Ye Fan trembled, not daring to move. He quickly pleaded, "I was forced last night… I tried to resist, but your strength was overwhelming…"
"Enough!"
She frowned, fragments of last night flashing through her mind.
It had been her first time.
And her second. Third. Fourth. Fifth. Sixth. Seventh. Eighth…
"Yesterday, I was tricked by a thief and poisoned. That's why I lost control. I don't blame you."
Her voice was cold as she slowly lowered the sword. "But if you ever speak of this to anyone—I'll kill you."
"I wouldn't dare! Absolutely wouldn't dare…"
Ye Fan nodded frantically, trying to appease her. "Fairy, you don't need to feel guilty. I don't expect you to take responsibility."
She ignored him completely, her demeanor icy.
Turning away, she began gathering her scattered clothes.
Just then, the eyes of the Buddha statue glowed faintly, sending a beam of light into Ye Fan's forehead.
In the next instant, he was pulled into a chaotic realm.
"What the hell is this place?"
Ye Fan looked around, stunned.
"Boy! I've waited thousands of years for you…"
A raspy voice echoed through the space.
An old man emerged from the chaos, his figure flickering like smoke.
"Are you human or ghost?"
Ye Fan panicked, wanting to flee—but there was nowhere to run.
The old man spoke slowly, "I am the Sun God Emperor. Sadly, only a remnant of my soul remains, stored within the Buddha statue."
"The Buddha statue?"
Ye Fan blinked, then muttered, "You didn't see what happened in the temple last night… did you?"
"Not all of it."
The old man replied bluntly, "When you awakened the Sun God Body, I was stirred from slumber. So I missed the first part."
"You shameless old man…"
Ye Fan flushed with embarrassment. He couldn't believe this ancient spirit had witnessed his "live broadcast." "Wait—you said I awakened the Sun God Body? What is that?"
"The Sun God Body is one of the ten supreme divine physiques in the world."
The old man continued, "I was the first to cultivate it to the realm of the God Emperor. You may become the second."
"One of the top ten divine bodies? Sounds like a load of nonsense."
Ye Fan raised an eyebrow. "If it's so powerful, why are you just a soul fragment now?"
"I fell because of this."
The old man raised his hand, revealing a small, ancient stone tablet. "This is the Zhentian Stele. I seized it in the Upper Realm. It's said to be an ancient suppressor."
"As soon as I took it, I was ambushed by ten divine emperors. I barely escaped with my soul and the stele."
"Now that you've awakened me, it must be fate. My soul is fading—I'll pass on my inheritance and the stele to you."
His figure began to dissolve.
Tens of thousands of tendrils surged toward Ye Fan, invading his body.
The Zhentian Stele followed, embedding itself in his brow.
"Ahhh!"
Agonizing pain tore through Ye Fan.
It felt like his soul was being ripped apart.
But alongside the pain, a vast ocean of memories flooded his mind.
This was the second time he'd been forced into something since arriving in this world.
The old man hadn't even asked—just dumped everything on him.
"The Sun God Body grows stronger by absorbing light?"
Only now did Ye Fan grasp its true power.
"Not yet!"
The old man's voice returned, weaker than before. "You haven't condensed Divine Yang. For now, you can only absorb natural light—sunlight, moonlight, starlight."
"Wait a minute…"
Ye Fan frowned. "You said you were the only one with the Sun God Body. But clearly, others have had it too. Are you exaggerating again?"
"Others have possessed it, yes. But I'm the only one who successfully condensed Divine Yang. If you fail, you'll die before your twentieth birthday."
The old man's voice grew faint. "To condense Divine Yang, you must dual cultivate with the yin-cold woman who helped awaken your Sun God Body—nine times. Only then can you survive the tribulation. As for the Zhentian Stele's secrets… you'll have to uncover them yourself…"
"Damn it!"
Ye Fan cursed aloud.
The original owner of this body had just turned eighteen.
Now, he had two years to live—unless he succeeded.
As the curse left his lips, Ye Fan was ejected from the chaotic realm.
A glowing sun-wheel mark appeared on his back.
In his sea of consciousness, the old man's memories lingered.
The Zhentian Stele now rested deep within his mind.
It was all real.
Back in the temple, the woman had finished dressing.
Without a word, she turned to leave.
"Fairy! Please wait…"
Ye Fan remembered the old man's final instructions and rushed to stop her.
"What now?"
She turned, her gaze indifferent.
"Fairy… are you in a hurry?"
Ye Fan swallowed hard, bracing himself. "How about… we do it again?"