The clang of steel echoed across the martial arena. Dust swirled, blood stained the stone tiles, and the jeering voices of disciples thundered like a storm.
"Li Xian! You dare challenge Senior Brother Zhao while you're still at the Body Tempering Realm? You're seeking death!"
"Pathetic trash, still dreaming of glory!"
The young man lying on the ground could barely open his eyes. His ribs cracked, lips bleeding, he struggled to lift the broken wooden sword in his hand. The body wasn't his.
Or rather… it was now.
A flood of memories rushed into his mind, burning like molten lava: Li Xian, only son of the Li Clan's patriarch, once a promising genius, crippled by poison during his childhood. Once betrothed to the sect's saintess, now mocked, beaten, and stripped of dignity.
So this is transmigration?
His name in his previous life had been irrelevant. Just another modern man crushed by deadlines, bills, and meaningless routines. He had died in a car crash… only to awaken in this ruined shell.
Above him stood Zhao Feng, the sect's prodigy, sneering with contempt.
"Still not dead? Pathetic. Even the heavens don't want you." Zhao raised his blade, spiritual qi swirling around him like a storm. "Die here, forgotten like the waste you are!"
The crowd roared.
But in that instant, something awakened within Li Xian.
A whisper, soft yet sharp as a blade, slid into his consciousness:
> [System Initialization… Bound Host: Li Xian.]
[Mode: Survival.]
[Directive: Seduce or Perish.]
His vision cleared. His wounds throbbed—but with every beat of his heart, he felt power trickle into him, foreign yet intoxicating. His gaze swept across the crowd and locked onto her.
The woman who once was his fiancée—Su Yao, the saintess of the Heavenly Jade Sect. Clad in white, eyes like frozen jade, lips pursed in disdain as she watched him struggle.
The system's voice purred:
> [Target: Su Yao.]
[Affection: 0%.]
[Requirement: Break through humiliation, awaken desire, claim her heart… and her body.]
Claim her body? His throat tightened, his mind reeling. But as if sensing his hesitation, the system hissed:
> [Failure to act = Immediate Host Death.]
Li Xian coughed blood and laughed bitterly. In his old world, he'd been a wage slave. Here? He was already a cripple, abandoned by family and mocked by the sect. Death or disgrace—it made no difference.
Except… the system was offering him a path. One drenched in sin, one the heavens themselves might condemn… but it was a path to survival.
"Trash, laugh all you want!" Zhao Feng's sword descended.
At that moment, Li Xian's body surged with unfamiliar strength. His arm, broken moments ago, snapped back into place. His wooden sword rose with unnatural precision, intercepting the descending blade. Sparks flew.
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
"What—how can he move?"
"Impossible, his meridians were crippled!"
Li Xian's lips curled. For the first time in both lives, he felt the thrill of power.
Zhao Feng snarled and pushed harder, spiritual qi crushing down. "You can block once, but you're still trash!"
And yet, Li Xian smiled. His eyes weren't on Zhao Feng's blade anymore. They were on Su Yao—her brows furrowed, her chest rising and falling beneath her robes. Cold, beautiful, untouchable.
She used to be mine.
The system whispered like a lover in his ear:
> [First conquest identified. Seduce her… or your cultivation will never rise.]
Li Xian twisted his wrist. The wooden sword shattered, but instead of retreating, he stepped forward. Zhao Feng's strike grazed his arm, blood spraying—but Li Xian used the momentum to close the distance, driving his elbow into Zhao Feng's chest.
Crack!
Zhao Feng flew backward, spitting blood. Silence fell over the arena.
The trash young master had struck the sect's number one genius.
Every disciple's face turned pale. Su Yao's eyes widened for the first time, disbelief flashing in her icy gaze.
Li Xian straightened, chest heaving, blood running down his arm—but his voice rang out clear and sharp:
"I am no longer trash. Remember this day. The path you walk on—Zhao Feng, Su Yao, all of you—will one day bow beneath my feet."
The crowd erupted in chaos. Elders shouted, disciples whispered in panic. Zhao Feng struggled to rise, hatred twisting his face.
And then—
A golden bell tolled in the sky. A chilling voice descended from the heavens:
"The Heavens have taken notice of your fate, Li Xian."
The world froze. Even the elders fell to their knees. Li Xian's heart thundered.
The system purred:
> [New Mission: Survive the Heavenly Decree. Failure = Soul Erasure.]
[Bonus Reward: First woman conquered = Awakening of Demonic Bloodline.]
Li Xian's eyes met Su Yao's across the arena. For the first time, she looked at him—not with disdain, but with uncertainty.
He grinned, bloodied and unbroken.
Seduce or perish, huh? Then let's see how far I can push this cursed path.
The heavens rumbled again. The arena shattered. And the chapter closed on a single chilling thought:
His battle wasn't just against men anymore—it was against fate itself.