Chapter 1 Black Mountain Cave (Part 1) Are you looking for death?
The moonlight is soft and gentle, and the mountains are verdant and layered.
The afterimage was cut by the night wind rushing down, landing lightly in the cave halfway up the mountain.
The Black Mountain Cave gleamed under the moonlight, and the needle-like blades of grass rustled in the wind. Upon reaching the cave entrance, a silver cage filled with the power of the moon suddenly appeared before us.
The cage held humans captured from various regions.
Hearing the noise, the dozing rat spirit instantly woke up and flew over eagerly, holding a small pitchfork: "Lord Ye."
Nighthawk's sharp gaze swept over him indifferently, startling him so much that his short legs trembled and he almost lay down and shook his bottom. But fortunately, Nighthawk simply handed him the food box in his hand, "Pink Shirt."
The Heavenly Rat Spirit agreed, and then whispered instructions: "Now is a critical moment, so be sure to do things carefully. We will take her over after the Cave Master returns in an hour."
The Heavenly Rat Spirit nodded and bowed again in agreement. After watching him disappear into the depths of the labyrinthine caves, he tossed the food box to the pink-clad woman in the cage, made a series of threats as usual, and then went outside the cave with his pitchfork to sing a courtship song.
The woman in the pink shirt was unaware that she had been sentenced to death. She calmly opened the food box and took out a bowl of hot and fragrant duck porridge.
Everyone looked on with envy, while their stomachs rumbled with digestive issues.
They were hungry, but no one dared to go up and grab it; they could only watch longingly.
The aroma fiercely assaulted her nostrils, and Shi Xianxue, who was drowsy from hunger, suddenly opened her eyes.
It's been three days. She's been in the book for three days, and she hasn't even had a proper meal.
When hungry, all you can do is gnaw on sour thorn berries. Those wretched berries are sour and astringent, with a tingling bitterness that makes your scalp tingle. Taking a bite sends shivers down your spine, making you feel like your life is over.
As night falls, the fat mouse in heat will torture her ears with its raucous courtship songs.
The double blow to her body and mind caused Shi Xianxue to break down and go crazy countless times in her sea of consciousness, but the system remained as silent as if it were dead. As a result, even after three days of transmigrating, she didn't even know the name of the book she had transmigrated into.
Heavens above!
Who would want a transmigrator to end up like her?! She might as well wash her hands and strangle herself!
Even drinking a sip of water feels like going through a tribulation.
The water source is located near the top of the cave at the innermost part of the Silver Cage. Water droplets drip from the sea stone flowers, intersecting stone pillars, jade bamboo shoots and strange rocks, with the sound of dripping water rising and falling.
With water, it is dark and damp, a perfect breeding ground for poisonous creatures. No one would risk going there unless absolutely necessary.
Shi Xianxue's gaze fell on the black-clad boy who had fallen into a deep sleep.
When the night hawk captured him, it casually tossed him into the depths of the water source.
Unlike the others who begged for mercy in terror, the boy, realizing he could not escape, desperately huddled together in the warmth of the light source, praying for a glimmer of hope. He rolled on the ground a few times before stopping, and when he got up, he weakly spat out two mouthfuls of blood.
After slowly wiping away the blood with the back of his hand, the boy dragged his battered body to a secluded, damp place teeming with poisonous insects, knelt down, and then—fell asleep immediately.
From head to toe, she exuded a relaxed and carefree attitude, completely out of place with the human race who were constantly anxious and terrified.
Shi Xianxue couldn't help but feel a deep sense of respect.
As his thoughts returned, Shi Xianxue had already climbed to his side. The broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted boy resembled a sleeping beauty, his features appearing even more defined and angular when his face was turned to the side.
Shi Xianxue's gaze slowly moved downwards—
Damn, I'm even thirstier now.
So he forced himself to look away and continue crawling forward in the dark.
The cave smelled terrible; the stench of decay almost filled the entire silver cage. But the closer one got to the boy, the faint, sweet fragrance wafted into his nostrils.
She sniffed around, but finally fixed her gaze on the boy.
The black outfit covered the boy's body, with a chubby little cat embroidered in colorful thread on his chest. The white lion cat, with its tiger-like head, was pouncing on a silver butterfly about to take flight, revealing its snow-white belly. Shi Xianxue's gaze slowly moved down and landed on the bulging black bag at his waist.
I wonder if that sweet smell is coming from this bag.
Just as she was about to get closer, a flower snake as thick as a calf fell down from somewhere and almost made intimate contact with her little face—from then on, Shi Xianxue would rather die of thirst than crawl this way.
Several days passed, and the boy remained motionless. His bangs, hanging down from his forehead, covered most of his face, and his lips were stained dark red with dried blood. Spiders slithered haphazardly across his robes, weaving webs, but he made no sound.
If it doesn't eat or move, it must be dead.
But soon, Shi Xianxue had no time to pay attention to him.
The fruit was far from enough to fill her stomach. She was so hungry that her stomach was sticking to her back, she felt weak all over, saw stars, and even felt like her soul was leaving her body.
After the woman in the pink shirt took out her protective jade and exchanged it for meat porridge, she shook the crystal bracelet on her wrist.
It must have been the original owner's jewelry. Three small buds resembling epiphyllum flowers hung on the silver chain, with white filaments supporting the buds. Under the moonlight, a pale white spiritual energy surged upwards from the flower stems.
She tried to remove the bracelet and put it away properly, but she couldn't find the clasp. The bracelet was tightly fitted to her wrist, and when she pulled hard, it felt like she was tearing her flesh.
Thinking of this, she hid the bracelet in her sleeve.
Her subtle movements were observed by the scarred woman beside her. She licked her dry, chapped lips, and a surge of malice rose within her. Suddenly, she began to frantically tear at Shi Xianxue's wrists. If she didn't eat soon, she would starve to death. Either way, she was going to die, but she didn't want to be a starving ghost.
The woman was tall and strong, with extraordinary strength. When her wrist was gripped by the force of an iron clamp, Shi Xianxue could no longer bear it and kicked the woman in the lower abdomen.
The two women lingered in this small space for a long time. Perhaps feeling that she couldn't gain anything from Shi Xianxue, the scarred woman changed her tactics and tried to snatch the porridge from the pink-clad woman's hand.
Having been beaten for no reason, Shi Xianxue was naturally unwilling to let it go.
She spat out blood, roared, and rushed forward, grabbing the scarred woman's hair and pulling her down.
The scarred woman looked up in pain, but refused to let go of the bowl she had snatched. The woman in pink saw the duck fly away from her mouth and frantically bit the scarred woman's wrist. The scarred woman screamed in pain and turned to pinch the soft flesh on the woman in pink's waist.
Like children pulling each other's hair and fighting, straw flew everywhere, creating a lively scene.
Everyone kept their distance, fearing that it would affect them. In a dimly lit corner behind the crowd, the boy Shi Xianxue had mentioned, whose life or death was unknown, twitched his eyelids and woke up, unable to bear the disturbance any longer.
He watched the chaotic scene unfold before him, then looked away with a bored expression.
His headaches worsened, causing him to become increasingly agitated and filled with murderous intent. If it weren't for something absolutely necessary to do, he would have been a few corpses long ago when they woke him up.
Seeing that they showed no sign of stopping, the boy raised his finger to shut off his five senses, and the world returned to peace. He closed his eyelids lightly and leaned against the rock wall to continue dozing.
The Heavenly Rat Spirit flew back to mediate the fight, but in the chaos, he was slapped away by Shi Xianxue and slid down the wall.
He covered his swollen rat-like face and went to Night Hawk to complain. When Night Hawk arrived angrily, the woman in pink was squatting on the ground, covering her face and sobbing. Shi Xianxue, with disheveled hair, was riding on top of the scarred woman and punched her with a left hook, making her scream.
Looking at the mess on the ground, Night Hawk's anger reached its peak. With a wave of his hand, the group was blasted apart by a domineering spell.
The two men coughed up blood and fainted after crashing into the rock wall. Shi Xianxue, on the other hand, was much more resilient. Her body shot into someone's arms like a stray bullet. The huge shockwave sent the two men flying, crashing through several stone pillars before finally stopping. The person behind her had half of their body embedded in the hard rock wall, unfortunately becoming Shi Xianxue's human cushion.
Shi Xianxue was unharmed, but the boy was not so lucky. His sealed acupoints were forcibly broken by the power of the Night Hawk, and as a result, several of the stone pillars broke, and so did several of his bones.
With each breath, the intense pain from the slow recovery of his senses caused his temples to throb.
His face was deathly pale, and his long, black hair was disheveled and tangled on his chest, giving him a fragile and broken beauty. His clothes were empty beneath his clothes, and Shi Xianxue grabbed a handful in a panic, only to realize that the young man seemed to have lost too much weight.
Shi Xianxue was unusually caught in a pang of conscience and was about to apologize when a notification sounded in her mind indicating that the plot was being unlocked.
"Congratulations, host, on arriving in the 'Cultivation' world. I am Guardian System No. 001. It is a pleasure to work with you."
Shi Xianxue screamed: "All of you!"
The system was moved to tears: "Host!"
Shi Xianxue slammed the ball down with a backhand dunk, yelling, "Where have you been all this time? Don't you have any professional ethics? Believe me or not, I'll report you for dereliction of duty!"
Tom, clutching his head, said, "Who doesn't clock in and out on time? It's my off-duty time until the main characters appear! Making me work overtime should mean giving me triple points!"
Shi Xianxue: "..." Even a broken system like this gets triple pay.
The teacher first sought revenge against this heartless world.
Unaware of her thoughts, the system, seeing that time was running out, said, "The book list has been opened. Please check and confirm, host."
As the last note faded, the dusty book bound by huge chains in his mind shook itself, revealing two large gilded characters. In an instant, the entire book cover surged with golden light.
The book title looks familiar.
"Wait a minute." Shi Xianxue had a bad feeling. "This isn't the novel I read a month ago, is it?"
That book about mentally challenged people who are all crazy?
After recognizing the familiar names of those characters, Shi Xianxue's vision went black.
If you read this novel as a palace intrigue story, the nearly several thousand chapters of plot involving tearing each other apart, framing each other, and pulling hair will be very exciting and thrilling.
The problem is, it's a fantasy novel called "Cultivation of Immortality"!!
The synopsis describes an inspiring story of the male and female protagonists leveling up by defeating monsters, ultimately defeating the great demon king, and attaining immortality!
The story is set in a chaotic era where immortal cultivation sects rise and demons run rampant. Legend has it that a demon bone has descended upon the world, and whoever obtains it will become the new demon lord, bringing annihilation to the human world.
Our female lead, Song Qingshu, and male lead, Li Fuchao, both come from the top cultivation sect, Qingyun Sect, and naturally took on the task of eliminating the demonic bone.
However, Song Qingshu, also known as Tian Xiaocao, is compassionate and kind, and she believes in the principle of "If I don't go to hell, who will?" She has an extraordinary tolerance for her enemies. Meanwhile, the male protagonist, Li Fuchao, is the crown prince of Chaoyun Kingdom in the secular world and is engaged to the princess of Xiliang. The three of them meet by chance on their journey to catch demons. One is an overly saintly woman, another is indecisive, and the third is a ruthless man who thinks about killing the female protagonist every day.
From then on—
The storyline has completely veered off course.
Fortunately, the villain in the book is extremely ambitious. He realizes that the demon bone he is looking for is on the female lead, so he pretends to get close to her and uses his unparalleled acting skills to build a good relationship with the main characters. At the crucial moment, he successfully steals the demon bone and replaces the female lead to become the great demon king.
Therefore, reading this book feels disjointed. When it comes to the minor villain, it's an inspirational story of defying fate. But when the scene shifts to the male and female protagonists, it becomes a childish, elementary school-level plot. The two get caught in a vicious cycle of arguing, misunderstanding, making up, and then arguing again. When the immortal mountains of the human realm are about to be razed to the ground by the demon army, they finally remember their real purpose. In the last two chapters, they hastily drag the minor villain to be sacrificed to the heavens.
This shitty ending is even more chaotic than her life plan.
System: "The character you have drawn is the male lead's fiancée, Princess Xiliang—Shi Huaiyu."
Shi Huaiyu! The pure-blooded warrior with superhuman physique in this palace intrigue novel, Shi Huaiyu!!
Shi Xianxue tried to resist: "I won't..."
"Please help the male and female protagonists successfully seal the villainous demon lord and change the ending where both die. If the mission is successful, a reward of ten million will be sent to your account."
Shi Xianxue swallowed the word "no" and said quickly, "No, twenty million!"
The system's electronic eyes widened suddenly, instinctively retorting, "No, ten million!"
"No! Thirty million!"
"No! Twenty million!"
"No! Fifty million!"
"No! Thirty million!"
Shi Xianxue: "Deal!"
System: "..." Cunning humans!
After signing the contract, she suddenly remembered something.
Black Mountain Cave?
The book says that in order to gain the trust of the male and female protagonists, the minor villain infiltrated the Black Mountain Cave first. When the male and female protagonists were no match for the Black Mountain Cave Master, the minor villain appeared in time to help them, winning the favor of the protagonist group and thus successfully joining the protagonist group.
Since he's infiltrating, is he hiding in the shadows, a disguised monster or...?
The system quickly put away the contract: "Yes, right now, right here and now, you are in his arms."
After saying that, he quietly slipped away.
The sound of the gurgling spring in the cave gradually approached, filling Shi Xianxue's ears. Shi Xianxue blinked her eyelashes, and the fresh scent of sugar lingered in her nostrils. The Heavenly Rat Spirit was embellishing the whole story on the other end, and even suggested that Shi Xianxue replace the woman in pink. Night Hawk's face grew increasingly ugly. He was originally a creature with a bad temper, and now that he had followed the cave master to cultivate the demonic path, he was always ready to crush other people's heads.
However, compared to the irritable Night Hawk Monster—
Shi Xianxue swallowed hard and looked up again with trepidation.
Wu Xiutang was looking at her with his eyes lowered. His face was expressionless, his black eyelashes drooping coldly, giving off a sinister look that said, "If you don't leave now, you're dead."
He practically spat out the words through clenched teeth: "Aren't you going to get out of here?"
Okay, he's still better.
The male and female protagonists won't arrive until the hour of Chou (1-3 AM). Night Hawk has already adopted the Heavenly Rat Spirit's suggestion and is preparing to send her to her death immediately.
She now has two choices. One is to take advantage of their unpreparedness and rush over at full speed. If she's lucky, she can kill that talkative celestial rat spirit. But her final fate will probably be to die as well.
If it's two—
Just as Wu Xiutang's patience was about to run out, Shi Xianxue suddenly made a move: "Excuse me, I'll get up now."
Shi Xianxue swayed slightly, her straw-covered sleeve brushing lightly against his chin, sending a tingling, intriguing itch through him. Wu Xiutang frowned, about to say something, when the girl's figure followed closely behind, swaying back and forth, then quite unexpectedly—
I kissed him on the cheek.
The soft touch was fleeting, and Wu Xiutang's expression went blank for a moment. Before he could react, the girl's sweet scent instantly overwhelmed him, and countless kisses fell like fine raindrops on his forehead, nose, and chin.
His pupils froze.
Unlike the male lead, the minor villain is one of the few characters in the book who strictly adheres to male virtues. He is a crazy guy with a strong sense of career ambition, and his love for the Demon Bone remains unchanged. Even when he tries to please the female lead, he still has a firm "don't touch me" straight man temperament.
Therefore, Shi Xianxue believed that this was obviously more effective at breaking his defenses than slapping him.
Once her defenses are broken, she's prone to impulsiveness, and impulsiveness leads to action. Action inevitably exposes her true colors, and when the two start fighting, she sits back and watches, waiting for the male and female leads to come to her rescue.
Shi Xianxue was almost impressed by her own wisdom. After kissing him, she took off running and sprinted towards Night Hawk.
However, before she could run two steps, a delicate and strong hand silently landed on Shi Xianxue's left shoulder.
Admittedly, the villain's life was beautiful, and his hands were also extremely beautiful, with distinct and slender bones. As he slowly closed his hands, the pale blue veins on the back of his hands bulged out. Shi Xianxue felt as if she was carrying a mountain on her shoulders, which crushed the bones in her left shoulder.
Ahhh!
It hurts! !
The dim firelight inside the cave gradually illuminated his handsome features. Wu Xiutang leaned close to her cheek, his breath as intimate and slow as a venomous snake wafting over her skin behind her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
His eyes were cold, his tone dangerous, and he emphasized each word heavily: "Are you looking for death?"
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Yun Feifei had only taken a short nap, and when she woke up, everything had turned upside down, good and evil were reversed, humans were still the neutral weaklings, while the righteous sects were trampled underfoot by the demons and enslaved.
Meanwhile, her childhood friend, who was always arguing and fighting with her, a sword-cultivation genius who, despite his sharp tongue, was a righteous son of the path, suddenly became the supreme ruler of the demon race, committing all sorts of evil deeds.
Yun Feifei looked down at her clothes, worn and tattered by time, and for the first time truly understood the meaning of jealousy turning a person into something unrecognizable.
The brat she had enslaved and suppressed since childhood had become the overlord of this continent, which was even more unbearable than having her domineering.
but!
"If I become rich and powerful, I will not forget you," she decided to stake her childhood sweetheart's conscience on.
Who knew that the childhood sweetheart had forgotten his true self? The boy in his memory had become a young man with sharp and handsome features. He was sitting in the palace with an air of grandeur, his black robe trailing down the jade steps. Believers shouted "Long live the Emperor!" and beautiful demon servants massaged his shoulders and legs. He could even kill people with just a glance, without having to lift a finger. The corpse was separated from its body.
When the young man's indifferent gaze swept over her, Yun Feifei knelt down dramatically.
In the utter silence, she forced an awkward yet ingratiating smile. "Your Majesty, it's me. I am your most loyal servant, Yun Feifei. Do you remember when we were little, we played with mud together, played house, and even kissed?"
His long eyelashes cast dappled shadows, and his face was devoid of any emotion, looking at her with a strange and cold gaze.
"I don't remember."
"Kill him and feed him to the dogs."
Yun Feifei: Waaah, she knew that Qin Guanlou, that scoundrel, would forget his roots once he became successful.
2.
Qin Guanlou had committed many evil deeds for years, but after becoming the Demon Lord, he found that there was nothing left to do. He was so bored that he could only listen to music and watch plays every day, and he didn't even have anyone to fight with.
He was in despair of the world and was thinking of blowing up the entire continent to end it all.
A little girl with two buns in her hair suddenly approached him, saying that they were childhood sweethearts and had a betrothal.
No, doesn't she have the money to buy a mirror so she can check her age and his age before trying to extort money from someone?
But when she read her memories, she found that there was indeed someone exactly like her who bickered and argued with her all day long, and their days were chaotic but vivid.
Qin Guanlou was surprised, then laughed after a long while, and asked her one last time, "I told you, you've mistaken me for someone else. Do you still want to continue?"
Yun Feifei, with a knowing look on her face, nodded hastily.
Qin Guanlou laughed with an extremely wicked smirk.
That's hilarious, he'll never kill her.
--
But when a sword cultivator who looked exactly like him but was much younger appeared, Yun Feifei was willing to abandon him without hesitation and turn to someone else's arms.
Qin Guanlou's eyes were crazed, burning with the danger of self-destruction, and the force in his hand almost crushed her bones: "I remember telling you that you mistook someone else for someone else, but what did you say back then?"
"You said you'd stay with me for life, and never leave me even in death."
So, do you want to die now?
#Was the Demon Lord played to death today?#
#The Years the Demon Lord Was Manipulated#
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