The Gift of Transmigration

With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his well-built upper body displayed a muscular physique. His chest was just thick enough, and his eight-pack abs were clearly defined, with an alluring v-line disappearing beneath the white trousers.

His jet-black hair fell, partially obscuring half of his face, making it difficult to see his features. However, one could discern from his attractive lip shape and smooth, sharp jawline that he was undeniably handsome.

If only this handsome man’s limbs weren’t bound by iron chains,

If only there were no dagger plunged into his left chest;

It would be even better if the dagger wasn’t held in her hand.

Having absorbed the memories of the original host, Yan Shu stared at the man’s faintly visible head, displaying a bright red health bar indicating a -70 (hatred) affinity. Her hand trembled as she held the dagger.

What was this supposed to be? A gift of transmigration?!

This handsome man’s name was Xiao Jihan, a rare pure Yang body seen once in a thousand years. He was naturally immune to all demonic influences and evil spirits. In other words, for Xiao Jihan, there were almost no bottlenecks in his cultivation advancement because he had no inner demons to overcome.

The major sects would have regarded him as a key disciple even if he had only possessed ordinary spiritual roots. Unfortunately, he happened to have pseudo-spiritual roots with four attributes, making cultivation nearly impossible.

But it was only nearly impossible.

Only Yan Shu knew that Xiao Jihan’s so-called pseudo-spiritual roots, which were considered worthless by everyone else, were a unique type of growing spiritual roots that had never appeared in the cultivation world. Although they were difficult to cultivate in the beginning, once they entered the right path, with each step of advancement, they would eventually surpass even the naturally gifted super-spiritual roots in their terror.

Xiao Jihan would astonish the world with his speed, step by step, from Foundation Establishment to tribulation crossing, ultimately becoming the first person in thousands of years to ascend in the cultivation world.

And she, the nominal master of Xiao Jihan, would be the sacrifice for his second advancement of spiritual roots.

Despite enduring the excruciating pain of having her heart gouged out, Xiao Jihan’s face showed no signs of agony. Lowering his gaze to the blood gradually overflowing from his chest, Xiao Jihan’s thin lips curled into a mocking arc, “Master, if you keep trembling like this, this blood from my heart will be wasted.”

Hearing these words, Yan Shu regained her senses. How did the original host handle this again?

Oh yes, licking and sucking...

Yan Shu suddenly stiffened, feeling completely overwhelmed. Was she exuding such a strong sense of sensuality?

Taking the heart blood was one thing, but licking and sucking on it? Those who knew would understand that she was drinking heart blood, but those who didn’t would think it was some kind of foreplay before a certain activity!

Looking at the blood on Xiao Jihan’s chest, Yan Shu reluctantly approached with a brave face.

Although he appeared to have just built the foundation, in reality, he had already formed the Golden Dan, entering the Golden Dan stage. Breaking free from this dark iron was just a matter of minutes.

If he were to detect her flaw, she wouldn’t have to wait for three months; her life would be instantly forfeited.

That was why her hand trembled like a cramp, and she dared not release the dagger.

Yan Shu gradually leaned closer to his chest, her brave face without a trace of the imagined bloody smell. Instead, there was a hint of tempting fragrance, proving her status as a great supplement for her pure Yin body.

Yet, it was still human blood after all. Yan Shu, who grew up as the successor of socialism, couldn’t pass that moral test. But considering her own life, she stuck out her tongue and gave it a lick.

Hmm, it even had a slightly sweet taste.

Her acceptance level instantly increased significantly. Yan Shu pondered for a moment, lifted her head, and gently withdrew the dagger, watching as the blood from the wound gradually stopped. Only then did she reapply the dagger back onto the wound.

Truly befitting of a male lead, his skin was excessively smooth, making it feel like she was licking pudding!

Yan Shu closed her eyes and continued to lick slowly. Unable to see anything, her acceptance level grew even higher, to the point where...

She even found some enjoyment in it.

A tickling sensation spread across Xiao Jihan’s chest as he watched Yan Shu, her tongue gradually licking away the bloodstains on his chest, resembling a cat. His phoenix-like eyes, hidden beneath his falling black hair, were dark and impenetrable.

Yan Shu remained focused on licking, completely oblivious to the health bar above Xiao Jihan’s head, visible only to her, which briefly fluctuated from -60 back to -70.

Satisfied with the pristine condition of his chest, Yan Shu raised her head, coughed lightly, and adopted the tone of the original host, “The inner demon has been vanquished, and today marks the final time I’ll take your heart blood. From now on, there’s no need for such actions. You can go back and rest. Tomorrow, I will officially impart Xuantian Sect’s Cultivation technique to you.”

To ensure his belief, Yan Shu, to show her sincerity, picked up the dagger and swung it towards the dark iron chain that bound Xiao Jihan.

Dang!

Yan Shu’s scalp went numb as the dark iron chain remained motionless. This shouldn’t be happening. The dagger was made of extremely pure Yin dark iron, so how could it not cut through the impure dark iron chain? It should be as easy as cutting tofu!

Yan Shu, feeling a bit incredulous, raised the dagger high and struck at the dark iron chain once again.

Bam!

The dark iron chain still didn’t budge, but Xiao Jihan, who was bound by the chain, had his wrist pulled and turned red.

Uh...

Yan Shu didn’t dare look at Xiao Jihan’s expression. She sheepishly took out the key from her mustard seed bag and unlocked the iron chain for him. “Every word I said was true. From now on, you don’t need to enter this dungeon anymore.”

After saying this, she didn’t dare linger and turned to leave.

Xiao Jihan watched her figure as a frost gradually covered his phoenix-like eyes hidden beneath his black hair. It was only when her figure disappeared completely that he withdrew his gaze, picked up his clothes from the ground, and walked away.

The entrance to the dungeon was in Yan Shu’s courtyard. After Yan Shu came out of the dungeon, she quietly lay in her bedroom window, waiting for Xiao Jihan.

When she saw the number on the health bar above Xiao Jihan’s head change to -75, she went crazy!

She clearly said she wouldn’t drink his blood anymore and started to act like a proper master, but instead of his affinity increasing, it dropped by five points?!

Why?! Why on earth?!

Yan Shu lay on the bed, feeling desperately hopeless.

The original host had an inner demon, which was strongest on the night of the full moon. Xiao Jihan’s blood was an excellent medicine for suppressing the inner demon.

That’s why the original host pretended to take him as a disciple and used him as her blood bank, binding him in the dungeon every month on the fifteenth day to take his heart blood.

Following the plot, after three months, when Xiao Jihan broke through the Golden Dan stage and successfully reached the Infant Foundation, he broke free from the dark iron chain that no longer bound him, used the dagger that had gouged his heart to extract her spiritual roots as a supplement, destroy her cultivation, and then separate her body and head.

Moreover, after her death, Xuantian Sect, which protected her, would go chase him and ultimately be destroyed by Xiao Jihan.

The -75-hostility rating hung over her head like a sword, which would fall after three months and lead to the destruction of the sect. Yan Shu sat up on the bed in shock.

Xiao Jihan was the male lead, and anyone with ill intentions toward him didn’t have a good ending. Every danger he encountered would become a stepping stone for his spiritual root’s transformation.

Killing him was impossible, so couldn’t she escape?!

Yes! She should hide first and study the original host’s techniques. Now that she no longer had an inner demon, as long as she found a place to hide, she would be safe until Xiao Jihan ascended.

That’s right! She should take action!

Yan Shu immediately went outside and summoned her flying sword based on her memory. However, just as she was about to fly on the sword, thunder rumbled overhead, and a purple thunderbolt struck straight at her!

Boom!

She and the sword were immediately knocked to the ground. As the wind blew, her burnt and tender body slowly stood up from the ground, and she silently raised her middle finger to the sky.

F**k you!

They didn’t even let me change the plot!