Mo Yu slowly opened his eyes, his consciousness emerging from chaos.
The surroundings were dim. He was inside an airtight secret chamber, its stone walls carved with ancient patterns that exuded the weight of countless years. A faint fragrance lingered in the air—sweet and cloying, yet cool and refreshing at the same time.
He realized he was holding something soft.
Instinctively, he gave it a slight squeeze.
The touch was delicate and warm, smooth as jade, with surprising elasticity.
"Mmm~"
A soft, fragile moan shattered the last traces of haze in his mind.
Mo Yu stiffened and turned his head.
Beside him lay a peerless fairy, sleeping soundly.
Her features were exquisitely beautiful. Her skin was as smooth as congealed cream, fairer than frost and snow. Her brows resembled distant mountain peaks—dark and elegant without the need for paint. Her lips were like crimson petals, vivid and alluring.
Even in sleep, she radiated a cold, aloof aura, like a snow lotus blooming atop an iceberg—sacred and untouchable.
At that moment, however, she was completely unclothed, her flawless figure laid bare. Her curves were perfect and harmonious, enough to fit within a single hand.
In the next instant, Ling Qingyue's eyes snapped open.
Shock, shame, and icy killing intent intertwined within her beautiful gaze.
"Remove your hand."
Her voice was cold, trembling ever so slightly as she suppressed her fury.
Mo Yu quickly withdrew his hand, flustered. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"
Before he could finish, her figure vanished.
When she reappeared, she stood several paces away, already fully dressed. Her white robes were immaculate, like fresh snow—making her seem like a fairy descending from the Moon Palace.
Ling Qingyue lowered her gaze. Fragments of the previous night resurfaced in her mind.
Poisoned by an aphrodisiac. Her reason consumed. She had actually…
A wave of shame swept through her, and her calm eyes trembled.
The lingering sensations and faint soreness reminded her clearly of everything that had occurred.
She inhaled slowly, forcing down her anger and humiliation.
What was done could not be undone. Killing him would solve nothing.
In truth, he had been dragged into this—used to neutralize the poison.
"If you dare utter a single word of this, I will kill you."
She left the warning coldly and turned to depart.
"Fairy, I can take responsibility!" Mo Yu called after her.
Ling Qingyue paused and glanced back at him.
He was handsome—sword-like brows, starry eyes, and an extraordinary bearing.
But his cultivation was merely at the Foundation Establishment Stage.
"There's no need," she said indifferently. "The gap between us is too great. It is impossible."
She stepped forward again, but Mo Yu's firm voice stopped her once more.
"No one is born strong. I will become stronger."
Her footsteps halted. A faint ripple stirred within her heart.
"Taiqing Holy Land. Ling Qingyue," she said quietly. "Within 20 years, If You broke through to Core formation Stage, come find me."
She hesitated briefly.
"If you can not, then forget this ever happened. I am already engaged to the Saint of the Tianxuan Holy Land."
With that, she transformed into a streak of white light and vanished, leaving behind only a trace of fragrance.
Mo Yu sighed softly.
"Classic. Truly classic."
A plot straight out of the novels from his previous life.
That's right—Mo Yu was a transmigrator.
In his past life, he had died from staying up too late scrolling on his phone. Now, he had been reborn in this world—Tianyuan Continent—for a second chance at life.
Here, sects flourished and strength reigned supreme. Demons ran rampant, and danger lurked everywhere.
Fortunately, he possessed the standard protagonist template.
A mysterious background. Missing parents. A fallen genius. A beauty residing in a ring. Cliffside fortuitous encounters. No memories before six months old. Even a missing bone in his body.
In short, he had everything a proper protagonist required.
And this time was no exception.
A treasure map found at a street stall. Kidnapped by a minor villain to scout ahead. Accidentally detoxifying Ling Qingyue's aphrodisiac.
One cliché after another.
All he needed to do now was cultivate diligently, defeat the Saint in 20 years, and reach the pinnacle of life.
Right?
"Little Yu has finally grown up. This master is truly gratified."
A red mist swirled beside him, condensing into a woman of breathtaking elegance.
She wore a long dress the color of sunset clouds. Her skin was fairer than snow, her features as refined as a painting. Her white hair flowed like frost, and her crimson eyes shimmered like burning embers. Holiness and allure intertwined within her, creating a captivating charm.
Her voice was gentle, tinged with playful amusement.
Mo Yu looked at his "Old Master"-style golden finger and said helplessly, "Sister Yanxi, stop teasing me."
From his storage ring, he retrieved a diary purchased at auction and carefully compared its contents.
He walked to a corner of the chamber, running his fingers along the cold stone wall.
At last, he discovered a hidden mechanism behind a landscape carving.
Click.
The wall slid aside, revealing a concealed compartment.
Inside lay a simple, ancient pill bottle.
"You truly are fortunate," Yan Xi sighed.
"Swallow it, and your Injury will Heal."
She recalled the fierce battle between Mo Yu and the Core formation Demon. That clash had made his cultivation fall from the core formation stage.
"You're always reckless. If not for your luck, you would have died long ago."
Mo Yu smiled lightly. "My luck is extraordinary. I won't die."
Yan Xi sighed again. After years together, she understood just how absurd his luck was. He jumped off cliffs for fun and always emerged with fortuitous encounters.
Mo Yu swallowed the medicinal pill.
The internal injuries to his Golden core within his body Healed slowly.
The Golden Core reformed within his dantian, radiant and solid.
Spiritual energy surged like a raging tide.
His aura climbed steadily, his cultivation rising from Foundation Establishment back to the fourth level of the Golden Core Stage.
"Finally recovered."
He clenched his fists, feeling the power coursing through him.
"That woman said she's engaged to which Saint?"
He pulled out a small notebook densely packed with names—his personal enemy list.
He had offended far too many people to fear a mere Saint.
After all, he was one himself.
Yan Xi's expression grew strange. "Tianxuan Holy Land…"
Mo Yu froze.
Tianxuan Holy Land?
Saint?
Wasn't that… him?
He was the only Saint of the Tianxuan Holy Land.
But he had never heard of any engagement!
Did he just cuckold himself?
What kind of absurd plot was this?
At that moment, a mechanical voice echoed in his mind.
[Ding! Achievement conditions detected. System awakening.]
System!
Mo Yu's eyes lit up, instantly setting aside his confusion.
He would investigate the engagement later. For now—
As a transmigrator, he knew exactly what a System meant.
The protagonist template was useful, but constantly risking death for opportunities was exhausting.
A System—that was true invincibility.
[Villain Destiny System successfully bound.]
[Detected Child of Destiny: Mo Yu. Suppress him to receive generous rewards.]
Mo Yu: ???
"Villain Counterattack System?"
"Suppress the Child of Destiny?"
"And that Child of Destiny is… me?"
"System, did you make a mistake?"
[Verification complete. No error detected.]
[Your fiancée has been taken by the Child of Destiny. Activation conditions fulfilled.]
Mo Yu's mouth twitched.
What kind of twisted logic was that?
Yes, technically true—but suppress himself?
That would be insanity!
[Detected successful interception of the Daughter of Destiny: Saintess Ling Qingyue of the Taiqing Holy Land.]
[A relationship has been forcibly established. Though the process was passive, you crossed a major realm and caused irreversible damage.]
[A forced fruit may not be sweet, but it quenches thirst.]
[Villain counterattack successful.]
[Reward: Pure Yang Holy Body.]
Mo Yu's heart trembled.
The Pure Yang Holy Body!
A top-tier Spiritual body.
Those who possessed it cultivated at astonishing speed and held the potential for Soul Transformation. They could command Pure Yang True Fire—capable of burning the heavens and boiling the seas.
And this counted as a villainous counterattack?
This System… actually delivered.
Mo Yu was now fully awake.
But still—
"System, you got one word wrong."
[Verification complete. No error detected.]
[Commencing Physique Fusion.]