Hehuan Sect, Outer Sect Servant Quarters.
The air was thick with a nauseating cocktail of fox-like musk and unwashed feet. This was Shen Changqing's third day in this world.
Unlike those who transmigrated via a sudden slumber or the classic "Truck-kun," his crossing followed a more legendary, albeit tragic, script: "To die beneath a peony is to remain amorous even in death." In his previous life, he was a Top-tier Host—a king of the nightlife who mastered the art of charm and the psychology of the wealthy. Unfortunately, he had played his cards a bit too well with the wife of a high-profile "underworld tycoon." As a result, he was planted head-first into the dirt like a human ginseng root.
But luck was on his side. When he opened his eyes again, he was reborn in a cultivation world! Most importantly, the face he had banked on in his previous life—his ultimate "荒古圣体" (Ancient Divine Body)—had come with him perfectly intact.
"Wasn't this just a cow flying into the sky? Absolutely badass!"
He thought he could rely on his professional skills from the "rich women's circle" to dominate this world, until the memories of his new body flooded in:
Identity: Hehuan Sect Outer Servant
Age: 16
Realm: Qi Refining Layer 1
Spirit Root: Mixed Spirit Root (Trash-tier)
It was the classic "loser" template of a web novel. For three days, he had been waiting for his Golden Finger, only to be met with the cold reality of the infamous Hehuan Sect.
Just moments ago, Manager Ma Decai—a man with a voice as shrill as a eunuch and eyes that appraised Shen like a madam eyeing a new courtesan—delivered the "good news."
"Shen Changqing, your ancestral grave must be smoking blue today!" Ma Decai squeaked. "The Sect Master is refining a divine art and needs a handsome disciple with pure yang energy to 'serve' her. Out of three thousand disciples, I racked my brains and picked you as the standout!"
Shen Changqing's legs went weak. In the Hehuan Sect, everyone knew the Sect Master, Red Lotus, was a bloodthirsty tyrant. The disciples who went to "serve" her changed batches every year—most never returned.
Survival instinct kicked in. Shen pulled out his only possession—a chipped, low-grade spirit stone—and pressed it into Ma Decai's hand with a humble bow. "Manager Ma, a small token for tea. Honestly, the guy next door, Wang Ermazi, is much more... virile. I'm just a pretty face with no substance. I'd hate to ruin the Sect Master's mood."
Ma Decai glanced at the pathetic stone with pure disdain. "Junior Brother, don't joke. You're about to soar to greatness. It breaks my heart to think our bond ends here!" With a flick of his fingers, two enforcement disciples grabbed Shen like a chicken for slaughter. "Take him away! Wash him in the purification pool. If we miss the auspicious hour, we'll all be beast food!"
Half an hour later, Shen Changqing was tossed onto a flying boat heading toward Red Luan Hall. The biting wind whistled through his robes, echoing the chill in his heart.
"Goddamn heaven! Is the only reason I transmigrated to get killed again?!"
Just as he closed his eyes in despair—
[Ding!]
A cold, mechanical voice exploded in his mind. To Shen, it sounded like the roar of a celestial dragon!
[Detected host about to die because of a woman again. Survival desire: MAX.]
["Ultimate Soft Rice Hard Eat System" loaded successfully!]
[Newbie Gift Pack: Congratulations on obtaining the passive aura—"All Beings Suffer, Only You Are Sweet (Moonlight Limited Edition)"]
Shen Changqing's eyes snapped open, glowing like 24K titanium.
Passive Effect: When the host is in "service mode," your image will automatically overlay a "Top-tier Moonlight Filter" in the eyes of the opposite sex.
You are not you: You will appear as her deceased first love, her unattainable master, or the deepest regret of her heart.
Defense Mechanism: As long as you don't break character (OOC), her killing intent will be forcibly converted into "reluctance," "guilt," or "possessiveness."
Shen almost wept. This wasn't just a system; it was a career upgrade!
"Hey, kid, stop shaking," mocked the burly disciple beside him. "Scared now? Too late. When you see the Sect Master, you probably won't even be able to speak."
Shen Changqing raised his head. There was no snot, no tears, and no fear. He smoothed his wind-swept hair and adjusted his coarse robe with the effortless grace of a world-class professional. A faint, enigmatic smile played on his lips.
"You're mistaken, Senior Brother," Shen's voice was steady, magnetic, and carried a hint of languid charm. "Serving the Sect Master is a blessing from my past lives. I wasn't shaking—I was brewing emotions."
The disciples stared, dumbfounded. Brewing emotions? For a death sentence? Is this kid insane?