I Accidentally Triggered the Restricted Punishment Protocol - Chapter 2

Just a split second before Yi Hanxing could transform into a screaming chicken, the hand resting on her neck abruptly let go.

The curtains hung in nine layers, and the candlelight flickered. Under the ambiguous light, the young man’s handsome features appeared sharp, almost cruel, radiating a bone-chilling coldness. He looked like a great shark that had caught the scent of blood. His golden pupils shimmered unsteadily, resembling two glowing yellow lanterns reflecting the dazed face of the girl with disheveled hair.

However, in the next moment, a well-disguised look of loathing flashed through Qin Wuzhou’s brilliant golden eyes, and his previous murderous aura vanished instantly.

The corners of his mouth curled upward, revealing a row of neat, white teeth. He wore a radiant smile, the very picture of a kind mentor, as if the person who had just wanted to wring her head off for forcibly climbing into his bed was someone else entirely.

Yi Hanxing stared blankly, pinching her thigh once more. Her face immediately lit up with joy: “Great, it does not hurt! It really is a dream.”

“You are pinching Master’s leg,” the young man’s voice chimed in at the perfect moment.

Yi Hanxing stood frozen like a wooden chicken again. In a flash of insight, a thought struck her: could it be that last night, when I was trying to verify if I was dreaming, the thing I pinched was also his leg?

Qin Wuzhou pulled her hand away and sat up. His broad robes slipped from his shoulders, revealing the ambiguous blue and purple marks left behind after last night’s vigorous activities.

With just one glance, Yi Hanxing quickly averted her eyes. She nimbly shifted into a formal kneeling position, keeping her eyes fixed on her nose and her nose toward her heart. “Master, I was wrong.”

She did not know how a wet dream had turned into the reality of being transmigrated into a book, but step one was to apologize.

“Oh?” Qin Wuzhou simply pulled his clothes around him, a gold-flecked, dark purple brocade robe. His black hair cascaded down like a waterfall; because last night’s tossing had been too excessive, a few rebellious strands stuck up.

He leaned sideways against the headboard, resting his chin on one hand, looking at her with great interest. “Tell me, where did you go wrong?”

Yi Hanxing instantly donned a mask of pain, looking like a university student unable to answer a professor’s question in a calculus class. “This disciple should not have taken advantage of you. Because I lusted after your beauty, I actually committed an indecent act against you.”

She did not know if the original owner of this body thought that way, but since she had initially thought he was a man in a dream, she truly had held the mindset of to die under a peony flower is to be a romantic ghost.

She was wrong. She repented. She was dishonest.

Qin Wuzhou gave a cold, emotionless laugh. “Is that all?”

His fingers, hidden beneath his wide sleeves, moved slightly.

Fearing those warm, powerful knuckles would settle on her neck again, Yi Hanxing hurriedly added: “Also, I should not have ignored Eldest Senior Brother’s warnings and even injured him.”

Rather than waiting for him to find out, it was better to confess honestly and strive for leniency.

To be honest, the development of the situation had far exceeded her expectations. According to the original plot, the moment the original character tried to climb into bed, Qin Wuzhou should have used his unique killing move, the Illusion Flower Pupil Technique, kicked her off the bed without mercy, and then followed up with the combo of throwing her into the Thorn Cave for solitary confinement, severing the master-disciple relationship, and expelling her from the sect.

But since she transmigrated, aside from a slight headache after being glared at by what seemed like the Illusion Flower Pupil Technique initially, she was still perfectly fine. She had actually slept with Qin Wuzhou.

That was the big villain from the original book who unscrewed heads like opening soda bottles.

Predictably, Qin Wuzhou’s tone turned cold. “You injured Nan Xun?”

He sent a telepathic message. Not knowing what the person on the other side said, he gave a cold snort.

Yi Hanxing’s throat tightened. “Master, I…”

“Enough!” Qin Wuzhou interrupted abruptly. “You do not need to explain anything. Now, roll off this bed. In the future, you are not allowed to say a word to anyone you meet.”

“Yes, Master. Sorry, Master.” Yi Hanxing followed his lead, moved off the bed, and knelt before it.

Wait, in the future? There was still a future? Did Qin Wuzhou not intend to execute her on the spot? The original character was expelled immediately for injuring a fellow disciple.

Yi Hanxing’s mind whirred. A new thought occurred to her: the original character was indeed wrong, but what truly led to such severe punishment was touching Qin Wuzhou’s reverse scale.

Qin Wuzhou was a man who had always been cold-blooded and heartless, but there was one thing he would never tolerate: being deceived or betrayed.

In that case, had her honest confession just now accidentally saved her life?

Qin Wuzhou pulled out a jade slip and communicated for a moment. He sneered, “With that meager three-legged cat skill of hers, I expect she could not have actually hurt you.”

He must be asking about Nan Xun’s injuries. Good, it seems he is okay.

Qin Wuzhou said impatiently, “She hurt you and committed such a huge mistake, yet you still want to plead for her. Truly foolish.”

Yi Hanxing could not help but peek through her eyelids again, only to lock eyes with Qin Wuzhou’s expressionless gaze. She immediately lowered her head, burying it even deeper.

Whatever was said on the other end of the transmission, Qin Wuzhou cut it off directly.

The remaining lamp swayed, and the curtains hung heavy. He lowered his eyes, lost in thought. Those eerie golden pupils in the dim light were like cold snow, a chilling moon, or ten thousand sharp swords. His gaze swept over every inch of Yi Hanxing’s body, feeling like a slow execution by a thousand cuts.

Yi Hanxing thought to herself: This man is thinking about how to deal with me.

Hot candle wax dripped down, landing on the golden tray with a faint hiss. In the dead silence, Yi Hanxing’s heart beat like a drum.

Just when she felt her heart was about to jump out of her throat, Qin Wuzhou let out a long breath and said slowly, “Our sect has a tradition of masters personally teaching Chamber Arts. It is just that I have always disliked these things and have been busy with affairs these past few years. Last night, you shall consider it as me teaching you the practice of Chamber Arts.”

Yi Hanxing: “Ah, what? Oh, okay, yes.”

Fortunately, the original book was an adult-rated novel. In that setting, the Hehuan Sect was basically one giant party. From top to bottom, fellow disciples, elders, and students could all be mixed and matched for dual cultivation. It was not like those Heartless Way cultivators next door who would want to die if their purity was taken.

Qin Wuzhou was arrogant and cold-blooded; he preferred killing people to sleeping with them. As the main villain of the original book, he was always on the front lines of causing trouble, often seen only in glimpses. Disciples like her hardly saw their Master a few times a year.

However, right now, this cheap Master did not plan to settle scores with her. Had her fate been rewritten already?

While Yi Hanxing breathed a sigh of relief, Qin Wuzhou was staring at her blankly.

He suddenly asked, “Why was it specifically last night?”

In the morning light, those golden double pupils emitted a faint halo. It looked as if tiny shards were flickering and refracting within his pupils. “Did you know I was injured last night and unable to move? Who told you? Who else knows besides you?”

Yi Hanxing suddenly understood. No wonder this man did not resist at all while she was doing whatever she wanted to him last night; he was injured.

That is the terrifying constitution of a big villain. He recovered so quickly from a serious injury that he had the strength to settle scores the moment he woke up.

“Reporting to Master, I did not know you were injured at first. It was all a coincidence.” This man was extremely suspicious; he probably did not believe a word she said earlier about lusting after his beauty and was testing her now.

Yi Hanxing complained in her heart: If you are asking me, who am I supposed to ask? I do not know what the original owner was thinking either!

Her mouth was faster than her brain. By the time she finished answering honestly, Qin Wuzhou raised an eyebrow slightly and said in a flat tone, “You have quite the nerve.”

Yi Hanxing could not tell if he believed her or not, so she could only remain as silent as a cicada in winter. She tried to recall what Qin Wuzhou was supposed to be doing before this plot point. It seemed he had gone to a secret realm left by an ancient Great Power, killed several cultivators who were fighting him for treasure, and obtained a supreme treasure: the Glass Sun.

The Glass Sun was his unique pair of golden eyes.

She could not help but peek at Qin Wuzhou’s eyes again, only to be caught red-handed. The latter gave her a half-smile.

Yi Hanxing: I do not know why, but this is terrifying.

“What are you thinking?” The flickering shards in Qin Wuzhou’s eyes seemed to multiply.

For some reason, his voice sounded different than before, singularly refreshing and soft, making her feel as if she had fallen into a cloud of cotton. She spoke involuntarily: “I was thinking about your eyes.”

Qin Wuzhou suddenly laughed.

Yi Hanxing snapped out of his illusion. Seeing his mocking expression, she immediately knew things were bad.

The Glass Sun was Qin Wuzhou’s magical treasure, replacing his original eyes. They looked like two small suns made of glass.

The Glass Sun allowed him to control the minds of others through eye contact, a perfect magical tool for the seductive image of the Hehuan Sect. In the original book, there was a scene where Qin Wuzhou fought a group of sword cultivators; he used the Glass Sun to control half a square’s worth of cultivators, commanding them to turn their swords on their former comrades. Meanwhile, he sat effortlessly on the roof of an archery tower, watching the bloody fratricide below with a giant blood-red moon at his back.

She had not expected that on only her second day in this book, this mass destruction weapon would be used on her. That strange tingling sensation must have been Qin Wuzhou forcing her to tell the truth.

In The Overbearing Immortal Lord’s Daily Forced Love, very little was mentioned about Qin Wuzhou’s background. The author preferred to spend tens of thousands of words detailing various adult scenes rather than filling in the plot logic. Yi Hanxing did not know what he was thinking, so she could only brace herself and speak: “Master, your eyes seem to have healed. I heard before that your eye ailment recurred frequently, making you unable to see light and forcing you to cover them with white silk. But now, it seems to this disciple that your eyes are very different from before.”

Whether she stretched out her neck or pulled it back, it was still a blade. She decided she might as well be proactive and try to earn some honest person points.

Qin Wuzhou narrowed his eyes slightly. “Master obtained a treasure in the secret realm.”

Yi Hanxing, reading the room, quickly cupped her hands in congratulation. “Congratulations, Master!”

He had only mentioned it briefly, clearly not wishing to say more. Yi Hanxing felt this made sense; no one wanted to reveal their greatest trump card to a stranger, even if that stranger was the little disciple who had been rolling in the sheets with him last night.

She continued to keep her eyes fixed on her nose and her nose toward her heart, staying as still as a quail. She felt a lingering gaze sweeping back and forth over the top of her head, making her scalp tingle.

Qin Wuzhou: “Mhm. If there is nothing else, you may leave.”

Yi Hanxing: “Ah?” He was just letting her go? Where was the thunderous rage and the creative torture from the original book?

Qin Wuzhou gave a half-smile. “Loath to leave?”

Yi Hanxing jumped up as if her backside were on fire, cupping her hands respectfully. “This disciple takes her leave.”

After taking two steps, Qin Wuzhou’s voice, laced with laughter, came from behind her: “Three.”

“What?” she turned back, bewildered.

The headboard was carved with a gold-plated relief of an unknown, ferocious beast. In the center of that giant, hideous beast head, Qin Wuzhou sat in his gold-flecked purple brocade robe. One foot rested on the ground while the other leg was crossed. He wore a brilliant smile. “Two.”

At that moment, a candle that had burned all night snapped with a pop. Yi Hanxing only had time to see Qin Wuzhou mouth the word “One” before a sudden, searing dizziness washed over her.

As she collapsed to the floor, the world spun. Right in the center of her vision, an image slowly appeared of the man walking toward her barefoot.

With every step, the wide hem of his gold-purple robe swayed, revealing his feet like a pipa partially hidden behind a veil. Those snow-white feet showed clear veins and a jade-like translucent sheen under the flickering lamplight, possessing a beauty that carried a faint, imperceptible cruelty.

Just like that, one step, then another.

Finally, Qin Wuzhou stood still, looking down at her with a smile. In the Golden Scale Hall, the dying lamps looked like blood, dark fragrance drifted, and spectral shadows danced. Yet, standing in the middle of it all, he seemed unexpectedly well-suited to the environment. Those cruel and cunning cat-like eyes curved, and his pupils shimmered with a hidden gold, looking eerie and cold.

He crouched down in front of her, resting his cheek on his hand. “One.”

Seeing the dazed and pained expression on Yi Hanxing’s face, he could not help but laugh out loud. “It turns out you did not even know you were suffering from Qi deviation.”

Yi Hanxing: What?

The original plot did not mention this at all!

Wait, if it was Qi deviation, everything made sense. That would explain why the original character’s personality changed so drastically, why a weak “cauldron” disciple could injure a fellow student and climb the bed of her terrifying Master.

And this man, Qin Wuzhou, had seen through it from the very beginning.

Yi Hanxing felt like a piece of popcorn being fried in a pot, ready to burst at any second. Even breathing became difficult.

He knew from the start, yet he stood by and watched her suffer. This old, cunning demon!

Qin Wuzhou reached out and gripped her chin, tilting his head to inspect her appearance.

The girl was unable to resist the pain of the Qi deviation. Fine beads of sweat covered her oval face. After last night’s tossing, her white, soft hair ornaments had fallen, and her long black hair cascaded like a waterfall. Half-hidden amidst the strands, her beautiful face looked as if it were stained with peach blossoms.

This useless, wicked disciple of his possessed a face like a pitiful water lily. With this peach-colored flush, any man with a heart of iron would likely turn into soft mush with just one look.

Unfortunately, she had met him today.

He applied pressure with his knuckles, forcing her to look him in the eye. “Just now was the first time I used this magical treasure. I am not very used to it yet, and I did not know if it would work.”

“No matter. When a person is severely injured, their mental resistance drops. This time, I will certainly get the truth out of your mouth.”

Countless tiny flashes of light ignited within those crystalline golden pupils. Qin Wuzhou said, “Last night, what did you see on my body?”

Countless chaotic and erotic images flashed through her mind. Yi Hanxing was in a stupor, her face blank.

Why was he asking this?

Qin Wuzhou clicked his tongue. The question was likely too broad for this stupid disciple to answer. He changed his approach: “What part of my body left the deepest impression on you?”

Did he misunderstand and think she saw some secret she should not have seen?

Yi Hanxing wanted to explain, but controlled by the Illusion Flower Pupil Technique, her mouth did not follow her heart. Her chaotic thoughts finally settled on a single, vivid image.

Her gaze slowly drifted below his waist. Her mouth opened involuntarily, and she spoke honestly: “A transgenic giant eggplant.”

Qin Wuzhou: …?

He did not understand what “transgenic” meant, but that did not stop him from guessing her meaning based on the change in her eyes.

In the thousand years since his birth, this was the first time he had been… sexually harassed like this.

Qin Wuzhou froze for a moment, then suddenly burst into a hearty laugh, increasing the pressure of his fingers. “You have deviated so far that you have started talking nonsense.”

Locked by the gaze of the Glass Sun, Yi Hanxing’s mouth became a direct pipe from her brain; she said whatever she thought. “And your eyes.”

The smile remained on Qin Wuzhou’s face, but his tone was light. “This again.” He might as well just kill this wicked disciple here. He did not have to worry about Nan Xun; the boy’s mouth was always sealed tight.

“They are so beautiful.”

A spark popped in the lamp, a tiny sound in the silence. Qin Wuzhou’s train of thought was abruptly interrupted.

He stared intently at the girl with watery eyes for a while. After a moment, he suddenly laughed loudly.

Even as he laughed, he did not relax his mental control over Yi Hanxing at all. Between laughs, he said, “This is a tool for killing. You only think it is beautiful?”

Yi Hanxing shook her head honestly and strained her neck forward.

As she drew closer, she brought with her a faint scent of moisture and warm incense, which triggered some unpleasant memories for Qin Wuzhou from last night.

“What, do you want to get closer?” he smiled with a frown. He did not think this weak girl could hurt him in the slightest, so he let go and lazily lowered his eyelids, allowing her to lean in.

Yi Hanxing murmured: “I… also want…”

She had drunk honey wine last night. Her breath was hazy, carrying a sweet, slightly drunken warmth. The light kiss she placed on his eyelashes was the same.

Qin Wuzhou blinked under her lips. He burst into another earth-shaking laugh and casually pushed her to the floor. Yi Hanxing immediately fainted like a drunkard who had lost her spine.

He clutched his stomach, laughing until he was slumped on the ground. After laughing for a while, he realized that if he did not deal with her, this wicked disciple of his really would die from her body exploding due to the Qi deviation.

Only then did he slowly sit up and strike her chest with a palm.

He had always been the one to lure people into demonic deviation; this was the first time he had ever helped someone dispel demonic energy. It was quite a novel experience.

The violent, murderous aura triggered by the backlash of the Glass Sun last night had also calmed down significantly.

Well… it probably has nothing to do with this stupid thing that climbed into my bed.

He did not know if she was truly honest or just pretending, but she had managed to endure two consecutive interrogations by his Glass Sun.

No matter. He would see just how long the fox could hide its tail.

When Yi Hanxing woke up, she discovered to her misery that she was still lying on that familiar large bed—Qin Wuzhou’s bed.

And her cheap Master, who had looked at her with ill intent from the moment they met, was leaning against the headboard with his clothes in disarray. He gave her a radiant smile: “Master has thought about it. It is time for the Chamber Arts I taught you to be put to use.”

“Master is now giving you an important mission: go down the mountain, find the Shura Sword Lin Wujiu, an Elder of the Yuxu Mountain Sword Sect. Within three days, take his Primordial Yang and find an opportunity to kill him.”