Hehuan Sect, Outer Sect Servant Quarters.
The air was filled with a mix of fox-like musk and foot odor.
This was Shen Changqing's third day since transmigrating into this world.
Unlike others who transmigrated via sleeping or car accidents, his process followed that old saying: "To die under a peony flower is to be amorous even as a ghost."
Because of this, in his previous life as a Top-tier Host, he accidentally took a role too far and had some "you know, I know, everyone knows" stories with the wife of a top-tier gangster.
For this, he was buried head-down and feet-up in the dirt, planted like a human ginseng.
But luckily, when he opened his eyes again, he found he had been reborn! Reborn in a cultivation world!
Most importantly, the face he was proudest of in his previous life was exactly the same as his current one.
Isn't this like a cow flying into the sky—utterly badass!
He originally thought he could once again rely on his skills from the rich women's circle to start over.
Then, the memories of the original body flooded in:
Shen Changqing: Hehuan Sect outer sect servant.
Age: 16
Realm: Qi Refining Layer 1
Spirit Root: Mixed Spirit Root (Trash)
Anyone familiar with web novels knows this setup screams "protagonist template."
So for these three days, he had been waiting every moment for his golden finger to arrive.
But as the saying goes, the moon waxes and wanes, and people have their ups and downs.
Especially since he was in the infamous Hehuan Sect!
Just moments ago, the outer sect manager Ma Decai, with his effeminate voice and the gaze of a madam eyeing a top courtesan, said to him:
"Shen Changqing, your ancestral grave must be smoking blue today!"
"The Sect Master is recently cultivating a divine art and urgently needs a handsome disciple with pure yang energy to 'serve' her. I racked my brains to pick you out of three thousand disciples!"
Hearing this, Shen Changqing's legs went weak. Ancestral grave smoking blue? This was clearly the ancestral grave on fire!
Who didn't know the Sect Master, Red Lotus, was notoriously violent and bloodthirsty? The disciples who "served" her changed batch after batch every year.
Chapter 2
Red Luan Hall. The most forbidden place in the Hehuan Sect.
A grand hall entirely red, as if forged from fresh blood.
The flying boat descended. "We're here, get off!"
The enforcement disciples dropped him off and fled as if for their lives.
"Phew... stay calm, Shen Changqing. You're a professional."
He pushed open the heavy vermilion doors. Inside, it was deathly quiet.
At the far end, a figure in a snow-white robe sat with her back to him on a cold jade bed, her icy chill suppressing the hall's seductive atmosphere.
"This is the infamous Red Lotus Demon Sovereign? Something's off. Where's the fiery red lips? This looks more like someone in the late stages of sexual frigidity!"
Suddenly, she turned around. Boom! A terrifying pressure swept the hall.
Shen Changqing spat out blood, his knees slamming into the obsidian floor. It was a face of breathtaking beauty, but her eyes were filled with barely contained rage.
[Warning!! The wealthy patron is currently unstable. Host, good luck!]
[Passive skill "All Beings Suffer, Only You Are Sweet (Moonlight Limited Edition)" activated!]
[Filter matching: The senior brother who died under her sword years ago, yet forgave her until his last breath...]
In Red Lotus's eyes, the blood-soaked hall vanished, replaced by an apricot grove. The young man at the door was no longer Shen Changqing, but her Senior Brother from ten years ago.
In reality, Shen Changqing felt he was shattering under the Mahayana pressure. "It's over!"
But the pressure withdrew. "Look up," her voice rang out like ice shards.
Shen Changqing met her bottomless, complex gaze. "Don't shake... Shen Changqing, don't shake!"
After a silence, she said coldly, "Go wipe the floor clean."
"Yes!" Shen responded promptly, enduring his injuries to wipe the blood with his handkerchief at 2x speed.
Just as he prepared to show his "dedicated work ethic," she stopped him and threw a golden pill.
A top-grade Third-Turn Rejuvenation Pill! "Take it. Heal. Then... get out."
Chapter 3
The new residence was a small courtyard built against the mountain—practically a mansion compared to the communal beds.
Shen Changqing bolted the door and slid to the floor. "Holy crap... surviving a disaster brings great fortune!"
He looked at the Red Lotus token and the golden pill. "This soft rice is really damn delicious!"
He swallowed the pill. Boom! It turned into a scorching torrent. Qi Refining Layer 1's bottleneck snapped like a potato chip.
Pop! Layer 2! Layer 3! Layer 4!
"Indeed, hard work means nothing in the face of the right choices. Hug the right thigh, and even a pig can fly."
[Ding! "Fully Automatic Idle Cultivation Module" activated!]
[Current gains: Red Lotus's cultivation overflow (0.001%) + Inner sect welfare conversion.]
Shen Changqing watched the experience bar tick up. "This is clearly the boring life after being kept by a rich woman."
He straightened his crimson robe, exuding high-level ascetic allure, and flashed a signature professional fake smile.
"Alright, makeup and styling done. Time to see Manager Ma's expression."
Back at the manager's room, Shen kicked the door open. Ma Decai shrieked, splashing tea on his crotch. "Which blind—"
Seeing the crimson-robed Shen, Ma Decai's voice cracked. Shen casually threw the token onto the desk. Ma Decai fell to his knees. "Lord Shen! You've... cleared the level?"
Shen pinched the flawed spirit stone. Ma Decai scrambled to drag out a box of hundreds of spirit stones. "This is my humble tea money! Just treat me like a fart and let it go!"
Shen swept the stones into his pouch and whispered in Ma's ear: "Some soft rice isn't for everyone. But since I've started eating it... you'd better respect it. Understand?"
"Understood! Lord Shen is mighty!" Ma shrieked as Shen swaggered out.