Chapter 1: Selling Himself for a Meal
Wushan is shrouded in mist, and mist envelops Wushan.
The enormous fish shadow broke through the rolling sea of clouds, its fins trailing shimmering light, creating streaks of icy, dreamlike images.
Jiang Xianwan was preoccupied with his own thoughts and did not notice the fleeting phenomenon.
He casually brushed aside his slightly messy black hair and walked slowly forward.
A year has passed since she was struck by lightning and unexpectedly came into this world.
She also slept with a handsome guy whose name she didn't know for a year.
There was no other way; the sect leader of the Eternal Sect, Wu Miao, was truly full of malice.
The identity of the man she cultivated with was unknown; she had never seen him in the Eternal Sect.
As for why she sold herself, she should thank her body, which is both capable and unreliable.
In Wu Miao's words: "Jade-like bones, mutated spiritual root, peerless furnace."
On her fifth day in this world, she was so hungry that she felt dizzy.
Just as she was bent over, questioning her existence, and fighting fiercely with a pheasant that had only recently hatched and was still struggling to fly, Wu Miao witnessed it all.
Later, she joined the Eternal Sect.
Later, their spiritual root constitution was tested.
Later, she was put on the bed.
A series of shrewd maneuvers were accomplished in just two days.
Is she shameless?
Is she shameless?
No, it's not.
It's poverty.
It's hunger.
I just want to live.
How much is integrity worth?
Wu Miao said that if she disagreed, she would be thrown out and pecked to death by chickens.
If she agrees, he will give her a large sum of money every month and provide her with good food and drink.
Having been starving for five days, enduring wind and rain, barely surviving, unable to even defeat a chicken and nearly being pecked to death, Jiang Xianwan, in pain and hunger, wishing he could devour someone, finally humbly surrendered after spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, tears of hunger and despair streaming down his face.
"Sleep, sleep, sleep! Let me eat ten bowls of rice first!"
After eating their fill, they regretted their actions and tried to negotiate.
However, Wu Miao threatened her, saying that if she didn't sleep, he would announce to the two realms and three domains the fact that she possessed the Glazed Jade Bone and the peerless furnace.
After learning about this world where even chickens possess such terrifying fighting power, Jiang Xianwan's lips curled into a resolute smile.
That's fucking dog-like!
Finally, after a heated debate and her threat of suicide, she agreed to sleep with him, but said she would never stay in the Eternal Sect on ordinary days, and the deal was struck.
Both sides are intelligent people.
Wu Miao knew she couldn't escape his grasp, and since she had no cultivation to rely on, she dared not run away.
Jiang Xianwan pretended to be obedient on the surface, but in his heart he was unwilling to be manipulated and become a vessel that could be summoned and dismissed at will, without any sense of self.
She was even more afraid that the other party would kill her to silence her or hand her over to someone else once they no longer needed her.
With her crystal-clear jade bones and the added blessing of a mutated ice spirit root, and having neither cultivation nor wealth, wouldn't it be suicide for her to just run away like that?
Jiang Xianwan nodded through gritted teeth.
As for why the other party needed a furnace, she only figured it out later when she gained cultivation and a deeper understanding of this fantasy world.
Judging from the dragon shape moving across the man's chest, it must have been caused by swallowing a dragon.
This person cultivates the path of ruthlessness and attains the supreme state of detachment from emotions.
That dragon naturally possessed the unique physical characteristics of the dragon race, especially its lustful nature.
As a result, the other party is implicated and suffers from the torment of lust from time to time.
To put it seriously, it could lead to demonic possession.
And this sleep lasted for a year.
Looking at the glass window with its ice bamboo pattern, Jiang Xianwan's face turned bitter. He dawdled and moved slowly, taking one step at a time.
Even after a year, she still suffers from severe psychological trauma.
Although her cultivation level improved rapidly from nothing to something.
But just thinking about the near-death experience makes my legs go weak.
He's so damn weirdo!
Fortunately, each time Wu Miao would throw her a mustard seed bag as a form of exchange.
The man she cultivated with would often casually teach her various cultivation techniques and secret manuals.
Thinking about how he was about to escape his misery and enjoy the good days that were just around the corner, he gritted his teeth and took out a health-strengthening pill.
She didn't want to be worked to death in bed!
This person has abnormally good physical strength and is terrifyingly fierce.
After thinking about it, I ate one more.
Jiang Xianwan took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and, with the resolve of a warrior cutting off his own arm, pushed open the door and entered.
The blazing light shone through layers of drifting snow, spreading across the ground.
The figure, as pure and white as snow, beneath the window frame was shrouded in a hazy glow.
The man was dressed in white with silver hair, his chin resting on his hand, wearing a half-silver mask, and his eyes were slightly upturned at the corners.
Her porcelain-white jawline was exquisitely defined, as if meticulously drawn with an ink brush, and her thin lips were lightly pursed, revealing a hint of petal pink.
Her long, ankle-length silver hair was unbound and freely spread out, bathed in the soft moonlight, flowing along her snow-white robe and piling up on the golden-red cushion woven from feathers, its luster subtly flowing.
Hearing the noise, he rested his elbow on the table and glanced sideways.
Beneath her jet-black eyelashes, a pair of eyes, as if washed by snowmelt, resembled an ancient, icy pool beneath the vast ocean, still and calm, piercingly clear and cold.
The air was ethereal and enchanting, beyond words.
Like the cold moon hanging high in the sky, it is visible but unattainable.
Hmm... that's all Jiang Xianwan can think of.
He gazed silently at the girl whose shoulders were covered by a thin veil of snow, his breathing growing heavier.
A glimmer of light unexpectedly flickered in his empty eyes, and his usually cool face now seemed to be infused with a captivating allure.
Although Jiang Xianwan couldn't see his face clearly, it didn't stop her from being deeply captivated by his pure and radiant temperament, like a newly blossoming jade flower.
Even though only half of her face was shown, she was undeniably beautiful and arrogant.
His seemingly casual sitting down actually touched her heart.
One can't help but wonder, which of the two is the peerless furnace?
Cough cough... Okay.
She admitted that she was incredibly lucky to have slept with such a rare and exceptional man.
Jiang Xianwan reluctantly suppressed the thought and just as she approached, her slender wrist was gently grasped by a long, thin hand.
My gaze shifted, and a cool, snow-like fragrance enveloped me.
The man frowned slightly, looking down at the girl whose clothes were slightly disheveled and who looked somewhat travel-worn. His voice was clear and low.
The sound fell beside my ear, and for some reason, I felt a strange sense of grievance.
Why are you so late?
Jiang Xianwan tried to slide off his lap, but the hand around her waist wouldn't budge, so she had to give up.
Because my name is Xianwan, I naturally arrive late.
He thought to himself: I'm so tired from fighting in a group, and now you've sent me this message. My sword is practically smoking from stepping on it.
Of course, Jiang Xianwan would never engage in empty talk with a heartless iceberg.
She has a strong sense of being both an employer and an employee.
She also knew that the man wasn't really asking her for an explanation.
Sure enough, before she could even open her mouth to argue, the icy aura, mixed with her scorching breath, drew even closer.
Jiang Xianwan was a little embarrassed. "Could you please wait a moment while I... take a shower first?"
This man has a severe case of mysophobia, and now, disregarding her disheveled appearance and even her messy hair, he has clearly reached the limit of his patience.
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