[Quick Transmigration] The Stunning Villain Trains His Dog Online - Chapter 1

The red sun was about to rise, mist blanketed the surface of the lake, and the occasional croak of a frog could be heard.

A lone, light skiff drifted slowly among a cluster of lotus flowers. Reclining on the boat was a beauty with a tall and slender posture, dressed in crimson robes and with black hair, possessing an appearance of absolute magnificence.

He leaned sideways, resting his head on his hand while closing his eyes in feigned sleep. Because of his posture, the cuff of his red robe slipped down to the bend of his arm, revealing a section of skin as white and flawless as jade.

[Detected the aura of the male protagonist. Please complete the mission as soon as possible, Host.]

The system’s cold, mechanical voice rang in his mind, and Shen Zaixin slowly opened his eyes.

The previously static painting of the beauty came vividly alive the moment he opened his eyes.

Without any wind, the small boat moved automatically, drifting toward the figure floating in the distance on the water surface.

Shen Zaixin was in no rush to save the person. He fished out the jade flute from his waist and pushed aside the hair that was obscuring the man’s face, leisurely appreciating the disheveled and wretched appearance of the Son of Heaven’s Mandate.

This person’s stature was taller than that of an ordinary man. He wore a cyan Taoist robe, his entire body was covered in wounds, and his face was even more appalling, making it completely impossible to tell what he originally looked like.

[Please initiate the punishment mission as soon as possible: bring the heavily injured and unconscious male protagonist back to the Demon Realm to recuperate, and humiliate and trample him to wear down his willpower.]

Shen Zaixin said calmly, “What is the rush? He would not die even if he lay on this lake for half a month, would he?”

The mechanical voice in his mind stuttered for a fraction of a second: [.]

Protected by his destiny, the male protagonist would indeed be fine; at worst, the plane would just reset. But as a system that had reached an agreement with the Heavenly Dao of this realm, it might not be so lucky.

Shen Zaixin had repeatedly provoked the Main God and toyed with the protagonist. To punish him, every time he transmigrated across planes, he had to be born as a baby. He had to experience all the hardships of being a villain firsthand, yet as a result, he was recognized by the Heavenly Dao of this realm as a native.

Meanwhile, the system drifted outside the world, making it easy for it to be rejected by the Heavenly Dao if it was not careful, let alone casually punishing or urging Shen Zaixin, its host.

Before 152, countless systems had died miserably at Shen Zaixin’s demonic hands. It had originally not taken this seriously, but now it could only watch Shen Zaixin’s lighthearted and breezy smile, secretly cursing him as a viper-hearted beauty.

The eastern red sun revealed a corner, and sunlight pierced through the thin mist, shining on Shen Zaixin’s peerlessly handsome face.

He lowered his eyelids to conceal his expression, his long, curled eyelashes, which seemed coated in a layer of gold powder, trembling slightly.

After a long silence, he disdainfully used his jade flute to hook the man’s waistband and flung him onto the skiff, instantly stirring up ripples across the lake.

The small boat carried the two of them forward leisurely toward the north, passing straight through the hills at the edge of the lake and disappearing into the thin mist.

Walking all the way north from the Immortal Cultivation World and crossing the Sea of No Thought led to Niyetian, the Demon Realm. There was no distinction between day and night here, and the entire Demon Realm was shrouded in a blood-red sky.

The Demon Palace was situated at the highest point of Niyetian.

Shen Zaixin tossed the person to an attendant, instructed that he be placed in the side hall to recuperate from his injuries, and turned to walk toward his own bedchamber.

The moment he stepped into the bedchamber, the door behind him closed automatically.

Candlelight flickered inside the hall, and a mass of black fog condensed behind him, followed immediately by a chilling chest.

“My Lord Demon Lord, nowadays even trash from the Xie family can catch your eye; your standards have truly dropped compared to before.” The man formed from the condensed black fog embraced the slender waist of the person from behind, his thin lips pressing intimately against the earlobe of the one in his arms, his voice deep.

Shen Zaixin shook off the person behind him, walked step by step to the edge of the bed in the bedchamber, and lazily leaned sideways against the headboard.

The smile on his face was very faint, yet it inexplicably carried a quality that made it impossible for people to look away: “My standards have always been like this, otherwise I would not have even deigned to sleep with you.”

The black fog coiled around his slender fingertips and then slowly drifted upward, approaching his snow-white neck.

Shen Zaixin said coldly, “Xiao Fang.”

The black fog stopped right where it was about to touch his neck, and the bed behind him sank.

“What? Is my blood no longer enough to satisfy you?” Xiao Fang’s deep voice carried undisguised jealousy, and he punitively nibbled on the delicate earlobe of that person.

A bizarre expression appeared on Shen Zaixin’s face. He turned his head slightly to look sideways at the man, his phoenix eyes curving: “A mere replacement, how could he ever be mentioned in the same breath as the original?”

Xiao Fang abruptly rolled over to pin him down, his eyes filled with ruthlessness and unwillingness. He lowered his head, intending to kiss the lips that had just uttered such unfeeling words, but was kicked right off the bed instead.

“When has it ever been your turn to point fingers and meddle in my affairs?”

Shen Zaixin leisurely propped himself up, tidying his disheveled lapels. A captivating yet bone-chilling smile curled the corners of his lips: “If you still have not learned how to be an obedient, pleasing dog, then there are plenty of others who can take your place.”

“Understood?”

The atmosphere in the hall stagnated.

After a long moment, the tall figure knelt on one knee before Shen Zaixin. Xiao Fang restrained the surging undercurrents in his eyes, took that pair of flawless, fair hands, and bowed his head to plant a kiss on the back of his hand: “Xiao Fang knows his wrong, and beseeches Lord Demon Lord for punishment.”

Though he had seen such a scene countless times, the heart of 152, composed purely of data, still twisted for a fleeting second.

In the original world line, Xiao Fang served as the male protagonist’s soulmate in the path of the sword, whom he met too late. Although a rogue immortal, he possessed extreme talent in swordsmanship. Upon accidentally learning that the male protagonist was humiliated by the Demon Lord, he resolutely extended a helping hand out of mutual sympathy, serving as one of the key supports in counter-slaying the Demon Lord Shen Zaixin.

As a result, he had now been ruthlessly trained by Shen Zaixin into a mad dog that bit everyone it saw, purely because of that fake congenital spiritual marrow on his body which had a similar effect to the male protagonist’s.

152 secretly despised Xiao Fang in its heart for lacking firm willpower, allowing himself to be bewitched by a man-eating flower without even realizing it.

The male protagonist had the protection of the Heavenly Dao consciousness; he would never become as crazed and demonized as this.

Evil could not prevail over good; Shen Zaixin was bound to be defeated by the righteous male protagonist sooner or later. When that time came, let us see how arrogant he could still be!

Unaware of how the system was disparaging him in its mind, Shen Zaixin gripped Xiao Fang’s black collar. Without even needing him to exert force, the man consciously brought his neck right to his lips.

Soft, crimson lips pressed against the tender flesh of the neck, and sharp fangs mercilessly pierced the skin, sending the pure spiritual energy condensed from the spiritual marrow rushing endlessly into his dantian.

Only when Xiao Fang’s complexion turned pale did Shen Zaixin push the person in front of him away.

“Step down.”

Xiao Fang stared at the lips of that person, which were stained red by his own blood, his gaze turning dark and his Adam’s apple involuntarily bobbing up and down.

Seeing that the person was showing signs of impatience, he had no choice but to turn into black fog and retreat.

Shen Zaixin lazily half-leaned against the headboard. With the circulation of spiritual power inside his body, a red lotus blossomed outward from his left pupil, and bizarre patterns spread up to his temples before gradually fading away.

By now, his cultivation had reached the peak of the Mahayana stage, and as long as he obtained the nourishment of Xie Linfeng’s congenital spiritual marrow, even the Heavenly Dao would not be able to stop him from breaking through to the Tribulation stage.

On the third day of secluded cultivation inside the bedchamber to absorb spiritual energy, the demon palace attendant who was tending to the male protagonist came to the outside of the hall to report.

“Lord Demon Lord, the person has woken up.”

Shen Zaixin opened his eyes and slowly curved his lips into a smile: “Understood.”

The moment Shen Zaixin stepped into the side hall, his gaze locked directly onto the wary-looking man sitting on the bed.

[Male protagonist Xie Linfeng, the concubine-born son of the Xie family, one of the four major families in the Immortal Cultivation World. Half a month ago, he was framed by his legal mother and driven out of the Xie family, and afterwards, to eliminate future troubles, people were sent to hunt him down, causing the male protagonist to fall off a cliff, be swept away by the river currents, and be picked up by the villainous and wicked Demon Lord Shen Zaixin.]

[Please complete the long-term mission: Humiliate the male protagonist.]

The man before him had a tall figure and a handsome appearance, with a trace of unbridled wildness between his brows.

Before this person had even arrived, Xie Linfeng had already secretly assessed the surrounding environment. The palace was luxurious, yet it revealed a sense of bizarre eeriness everywhere, completely opposite to the jade-paved towers and palaces revered in the Immortal Cultivation World.

It looked somewhat like the legendary Demon Palace.

“Who are you?”

The corners of Shen Zaixin’s lips twitched slightly, looking down at him from a condescending height: “What, is this how the Xie family taught you to speak to your savior?”

Xie Linfeng’s pupils constricted slightly; this person actually knew his identity.

Regardless, it was a fact that he had saved him.

“Many thanks to Your Excellency for saving my life. I wonder what Your Excellency’s surname and given name are; Xie will surely repay this in the future,” Xie Linfeng said solemnly.

Watching him express his gratitude with such absolute seriousness, Shen Zaixin could not help but let out a soft chuckle.

“If you wish to repay it, why wait for the future?” His fingertips moved slightly, and a streak of red light abruptly plunged into Xie Linfeng’s glabella. “From this day onward, I am your master.”

Xie Linfeng’s eyes widened instantly. Even along this entire road of being hunted down, he had always chosen death over surrender. At this moment, suffering such inexplicable humiliation, he found it beyond endurance: “I am not an ungrateful person, but I am certainly not willing to become your servant.”

As he spoke, he stood up and continued in a cold voice, “Xie Linfeng will keep today’s lifesaving grace engraved in his heart and will surely repay this karma in the future.”

Seeing the person smile without a word, Xie Linfeng refused to linger any longer, turning to walk outside, only to find his body refusing to obey and remaining frozen in place, completely unable to move.

“Without my permission, you cannot walk out of this Demon Palace.”

As the words Demon Palace left his lips, Xie Linfeng was instantly struck with shock.

This person’s appearance and demeanor were peerless in this world, and since he referred to himself as this seat, his identity went without saying.

“You are the Demon Lord Shen Zaixin… What have you done to my body!”

The Immortal Cultivation World and the Demon Realm were destined to be as incompatible as fire and water. As the Son of Heaven’s Mandate, Xie Linfeng perhaps did not even realize it himself, but he held an innate aversion toward everyone in the Demon Realm.

“I have heard that in the mortal world, raising a dog requires tying it up with a dog leash.” Shen Zaixin smiled playfully. “So to make you more obedient, I planted a blood contract on you.”

Xie Linfeng’s expression turned ashen. After multiple attempts to break free ended in failure, he could only watch helplessly as the demon lord walked toward him with a smile.

“It is also strange; the people who hunted you down to the death were all of your own kind, so why do you uniquely despise the Demon Race?” Shen Zaixin frivolously hooked up his chin, the disgust between his brows instantly laid bare.

Xie Linfeng was taken aback by the question, but quickly his gaze turned firm: “Donot even think about shaking my willpower; I will never submit.”

“Is that so?”

Following a sneer from Shen Zaixin, a bone-chilling frost spread from all four of his limbs. The loss of bodily control lifted at some unknown moment, causing him to stumble and drop to his knees on the floor. The biting cold seeped straight into his marrow, making his entire body tremble uncontrollably.

So cold.

His sharp brows and eyes were covered in white frost in an instant. The hands Xie Linfeng pressed against the floor had already lost all sensation from the freezing cold. The tiny patch of ground around him was gradually stained with ice, and Shen Zaixin, standing right beside him, was his only source of heat.

Facing life and death, human survival instincts ultimately overpowered his resolve to shatter like jade rather than remain intact like tile.

With a dazed expression, Xie Linfeng could only see that pair of fair, jade-like hands in his vision. Eagerly, he reached forward to grasp them, pressing his own forehead lightly against the smooth back of the hand. Feeling the continuous wave of warmth radiating from between his brows, he found it impossible to let go ever again.

Shen Zaixin used his other hand to soothingly stroke his head, laughing softly, “Good boy.”