"My Lord Judge... Please, show no mercy. Be as cruel as possible."
Within the vast, echoing halls of the Court of Justice, located deep inside the territory of the prestigious Xuan Clan—a martial lineage renowned for their "Tranquil Mountain" techniques.
Balance is the peak; Justice is the foundation of Heaven and Earth. But on this day, the present Sunday, a high-ranking member of the clan stands accused of a grave and sinister crime.
A lowly servant has dared to point the finger at one of the Clan Head's Concubines, accusing her of poisoning the medicinal brew of the Clan's Young Master.
Now, the Young Master teeters on the brink of life and death. The world holds its breath as the elderly Judge prepares to deliver his verdict, waiting only for the final medical report from the Grand Physician to seal her fate.
Suddenly, amidst the roars of condemnation and the seething rage filling the hall... before the eyes and ears of the gathered masses...
The great doors of the hall creaked open slowly. A group of three elderly men entered, their faces veiled by celestial blue masks embroidered with cloud patterns.
They knelt at the entrance, pressing their hands firmly against their chests in a solemn salute.
"My Lord Judge... it has been proven, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that the Clan Leader's Concubine..."
The truth was finally on the verge of being unveiled.
"Lady Qian is as innocent and pure as a flawless diamond. It has been confirmed that the cup is entirely free of poison. We pray for a verdict from your honorable and just self!"
The cries of outrage erupted, louder than ever. Everyone present witnessed a terrifying display of corrupted power. They all knew the cunning malice of this concubine, and now, the injustice was happening right before their eyes.
"SILENCE! The Judge is about to deliver his verdict!"
One of the elite warriors standing beside the elderly Judge unleashed his Qi Aura, flooding the room with a suffocating pressure that forced everyone into a dead silence.
In the midst of these harrowing minutes, as the crowd held its collective breath for the verdict... the elderly Judge stared down at the three men standing before the threshold, their heads bowed low in a submissive kneel.
He spoke in a voice that was calm, ordinary, and bone-chillingly cold. It was a voice stripped of any human emotion, echoing like a hollow wind through the hall.
"As a Judge, I believe you came here seeking an acquittal. I know you are liars. I will not applaud your performance. The Young Master Morse's Qi channels have been corroded; his life is fading away. He was a good man... yet, I have no evidence to condemn you."
He didn't so much as blink, as if the words he just uttered carried no weight at all.
"By the power of the Law, this Judicial Hall, and the deputies and nobles present here... Concubine Qian and her servant, Ti Ming, are hereby acquitted of the charge of attempted premeditated murder. This case is closed."
This incident was two days before the current time. Now, in a tightly enclosed room...
On a wooden bed, covered with a blanket of woven silk and a soft cotton pillow under his head, he lay completely silent. His eyes were fixed, his features motionless.
He was covered by a white quilt with a thin layer of ashy grey, embroidered with amethyst lotus flowers.
"Is this the end?" inside the subconscious... or within the deepest inner consciousness... above the structure of the conscious and beneath the sky of the mind.
Morse Xuan felt his consciousness being crushed by two extremely heavy layers of blackness, blocking out everything. He could not know or perceive anything.
Since his birth, Morse had been a pretender of virtue, while deep inside, he was utterly dissolute. He was the primary guardian of the Ten Morals and Ethics, and a staunch advocate for workers' rights. Outwardly, he was also a major donor to charities.
But ironically, at the same time, he knew every color and type of the female servants' underwear.
He was the master artist of the leading adult comics in Jian Province. His drawings truly rivaled reality, and every single young man owed him a great debt for his generosity.
And despite all of this, Morse still claimed high morals and a hatred for evil. In the end, a plot was orchestrated out of malice by his father's concubine so that his brother could seize power.
He could feel his end approaching. His breaths were shallow and faint. He could no longer feel his own Qi.
His Yang Qi, once so masculine and potent, was now entirely bankrupt. The Qi channels in his body were utterly destroyed, rendered useless, leaving him a cripple.
Even if he were to wake up from his unconsciousness, he would be a disgrace to his family. He would be a complete nobody.
He had dreamt a while ago of a strange dream... about alien worlds. They were like stories, yet they told of things that Morse felt resembled him.
Tales of legendary beast tamers who were initially crippled, bullied, and despised by everyone, until they became the strongest and slapped everyone's faces, surrounded by countless women.
Or those who succeeded in dual cultivation, and instead of cultivating day and night, they spent their time with incredibly sexy girls.
They would grow in power, and the famous line would be: "In truth, sex does not lie, and desire never fades."
A metaphor meaning: instead of tiring yourself with traditional cultivation, why not engage in sex and become stronger?
Wasn't that so easy? Morse was terrified of it. He didn't know the source of these dreams. Were they his own past lives?
But what did it matter now? He was on the verge of death.
In the dark room where Morse lay, there was a butterfly of a beautiful pink color standing behind the window. It fluttered its wings as if it were dancing.
It was as if it were gazing at the unconscious Morse.
In an incredibly strange manner, the butterfly passed through the glass, penetrating it with a magical shimmer as if the glass didn't exist, and entered the room flying in a straight and amazing path.
The butterfly soared through the air and settled its legs on the face of the sleeping Morse Xuan. It moved closer to his forehead and sat quietly. Then, a faint glow ignited from it, and it entered Morse's mind.
Inside Morse's consciousness, he felt a warm, calm, and very stable light... like smoke or as if he were between two vast nebulae. It was as if his consciousness had begun to transcend.
Ascending... it was as if he were ascending to heaven. He opened his eyes slowly and looked around. He tried to turn his head, but his body and limbs would not obey him.
He struggled with all his might until he finally stood up, looking around and smiling. Yes, he was smiling.
"Damn you all... Hahaha... Haha... Fuck... Hahaha... What is this?"
[Welcome, Host... The system has detected a host with perfect specifications. Do you accept becoming the host of the system? Yes / No]
Is this some kind of mind control, or is it just the remaining effect of the poison that hasn't disappeared yet?
He didn't know, but he was happy. He was certainly in a suitable mood. Even though he had suffered damage to his Qi channels, at least he hadn't lost his precious life.
He reviewed the message for longer than necessary.
There was a blurry memory of this kind of thing. It was trying to emerge, but it was as if it were blocked by some force. However, there was a feeling of needing to agree.
And that if he agreed, it would be good in any case.
[The Host has chosen: Yes...]
[Wait... until the review is complete.]
[Congratulations! Congratulations on appointing Mr. Morse Xuan as the official host of the Nominal Yin-Yang System... Choose your path and begin the cultivation journey.]
[Before the Host's decision is determined, the System will lift the restriction of the Reincarnation Wheel from the memories of the past life.]
Suddenly... strange, foreign memories attacked Morse's mind with ferocity. Morse's head ached so intensely that it felt like the worst kind of pain in the world. It made him collapse to the ground, trembling.
And when he stood up from the floor...
He remembered now. He understood. He realized... and how he wished he hadn't.
So this world is a Hantai world... The novel "Nights of the Celestial Phoenix's Lust."