"Am I in heaven?" Mu Jin murmured, the corner of his lips curling upward as he blatantly stared at the sky-blue-haired woman's underwear.
"How many times do I have to tell you to inform me when someone bullies you?" the lady demanded, ignoring his gaze even though she knew exactly where he was staring.
"Who even is this beauty?" Mu Jin murmured inwardly. "But more importantly, where am I? I'm sure I died after falling from the cliff."
From the way the lady spoke to him and ignored his shameless gaze, he was certain that she knew him.
What he needed to do now was resolve the immediate crisis and find out exactly where he was and how he had survived.
"I will inform you next time," Mu Jin replied in a low tone, lowering his gaze.
"Hmph, at least you know your wrongs," the woman retorted, lifting her legs. "Clean yourself up. I will bring you something to eat at night."
With that, she turned and began to leave, her perky butt swaying back and forth in a graceful yet seductive motion. Mu Jin kept his gaze on her back until she was no longer visible.
Once she left, Mu Jin turned his attention to his surroundings. He was lying on a beautiful grassland, the area filled with apple trees. Beside him was a part of a pond.
He tried to rise, but a stinging pain surged through his whole body.
He groaned, leaning himself against the tree behind him, and took a closer look at his body.
He was small and frail. His limbs were far shorter than they used to be. His bare upper body was slim, almost skinny, with various purple bruises all over his skin.
Mu Jin, who had lived a tough and violent life, instantly recognized where these bruises came from. Someone had beaten him, and very brutally at that.
He dragged his injured body toward the pond and looked at his reflection. He had long black hair, beautiful marble-like golden eyes, and he was handsome, far too handsome.
"Who is this punk?" Mu Jin murmured, confused by his own reflection. Even though his face was covered in light bruises and his cheeks were slightly sunken, he was undeniably striking and did not resemble his original appearance in the slightest.
Suddenly, a sharp pain surged through his head, and a series of memories that did not belong to Mu Jin played one after another in his mind.
Mu Jin was the lone survivor of a village massacred by a martial artist suffering from Qi Deviation.
At the age of five, he was rescued by the Sect Master of the Emei Sect, who brought him to the sect.
He was adorable at a young age, and as he matured, his features became more and more breathtaking.
His appealing appearance made him popular among the disciples of the sect.
However, he could not move on from the trauma of losing his parents at such a young age.
Each time the Sect Master tried to teach him cultivation or told him to lift a sword, his trauma would trigger and he would fall unconscious.
Due to Mu Jin's repeated failure to cultivate, the disappointed Sect Master eventually gave up on teaching him.
At the age of sixteen, he left the abode of the Sect Master, where he had lived for the past eleven years, and moved to the quarters of the third-generation disciples of the sect.
It was then that the real hell began for Mu Jin.
Away from the Sect Master's protection, he was targeted by the male disciples of the sect, consistently mocked and bullied by them.
When Mu Jin did not react much to their words, their mental bullying slowly turned physical.
Under the pretense of sparring, he was beaten to near death every day and treated worse than a servant among the third-generation disciples.
The bullying led the female disciples to care for him even more. They stood up for him and complained to the Sect Master.
The bullying reduced for some time, but then, a few months ago, he was targeted again, and they broke his rod.
Unable to withstand the bullying any longer, Mu Jin went to the apple tree garden behind the sect and killed himself by eating pois—
"Wait, wait, wait! What the fuck was that about 'broke his rod'?" Mu Jin shouted, quickly removing his robes.
There it was... his little brother hanging lifeless.
He silently rose to his feet, made a noose from his robe, tied it to a branch of the tree, and placed it around his neck.
"Fuck! What am I even doing!?" he shouted, throwing the robe to the ground. "Wasn't it enough to possess the body of a disciple of an Orthodox Sect? How can I, the Sex Demon, become impotent!?"
"Ughh!! This is the worst!" he muttered, sighing heavily as he lay on the ground again.
His hand touched something smooth on the ground. It was a small jade box.
He opened it and found a cream inside. The cream carried the faint aroma of medicine.
"Did that girl leave this medicine for me—I mean for the Mu Jin whose body I possessed?"
The sky-blue-haired lady was Gentle Sword Min Ji, a second-generation disciple of the Emei Sect and a talent ranked among the Dragon-Phoenix prodigies of the Orthodox Murim.
From the memories of the original owner of the body, she appeared as a strict and cold senior disciple, but the Sex Demon Mu Jin knew better.
The way she bit her lips for just a moment upon seeing Mu Jin's bruised body, how she instantly turned away to hide her blushing face when he spoke in a soft tone, and the fact that she left medicine for him all revealed her hidden caring nature that the previous Mu Jin had failed to notice.
"Mu Jin, that bastard. He was just a pathetic and weak man," Mu Jin muttered, rubbing the medicine over his bruises.
"Instead of standing up, that idiot gave up on his precious life even when he had such a handsome face and was surrounded by beauties. No matter the circumstances, one should never give up on life," said the man who had been about to hang himself just minutes ago.
"Now then, let's see the condition of this body," Mu Jin murmured, sitting in a lotus position.