He Transmigrated Into The Body Of A Demonic Sect Leader And Fell In Love With The Male Lead - Chapter 1

When Lu Fenghuo woke up, he found himself in an antique hall.

The hall was bathed in dim lighting, featuring dark purple curtains and pitch-black carpets. Everything made the place look eerie, yet it radiated an understated luxury in every detail.

As for Lu Fenghuo, he was sitting right on the throne at the head of the hall.

Lu Fenghuo felt slightly dazed.

Where was this?

Was he not sleeping in his own bed?

Why, upon waking up, had he arrived in such an unfamiliar place?

Lu Fenghuo rubbed his temples.

The seat beneath him was ice-cold, carrying the texture of solid metal, yet he did not feel cold at all.

Glancing down, he noticed he was wearing a long, dark purple robe. The robe was intricately and gorgeously crafted, with a black inner layer and embroidered patterns of flowers, butterflies, and water reflecting the moon on the outer layer.

Touching the fabric, Lu Fenghuo could guarantee that if this outfit were sold outside, it would easily cost tens of thousands.

Turning his head slightly, he saw a silver mask in his hand, engraved with rose motifs. Under the faint candlelight, it looked extremely bizarre.

However, Lu Fenghuo paid even more attention to his hand.

The hand holding the mask was pale, slender, and distinct with knuckle lines. It was certainly pretty, but Lu Fenghuo was entirely certain this was not his hand.

This was not his body either.

What was going on?

Had he transmigrated?

Wait a minute. Purple robes, flower and butterfly patterns, a silver mask, why did this character design feel so familiar?

It seemed that not long ago, in a novel he had just finished writing, there was precisely such a character, one who had a head of silver hair, frequently wore purple robes, and wore a silver mask.

Lu Fenghuo’s eyes darkened slightly.

After a moment of silence, as if to verify something, he reached his hand behind his shoulder and, unsurprisingly, hooked a long strand of silver hair.

Lu Fenghuo raised an eyebrow.

He truly had transmigrated, right into a book he had written himself. After taking a nap, he had crossed over without any warning.

In reality, Lu Fenghuo was a web novelist. He had completed seven or eight novels, every single one of them becoming a massive hit, with copyright adaptations selling continuously.

As an orphan in the real world, he did not feel particularly disturbed by the prospect of transmigration. It was simply living in a different place, which at most brought a sense of unfamiliarity.

If his guess was correct, the novel he had transmigrated into was titled Heroic Bones, a Wuxia novel that he had recently completed.

And the original owner of the body he now inhabited was a notoriously famous demonic sect leader in the Jianghu named Lu Jue.

In Heroic Bones, the character Lu Jue actually did not have much screen time, serving merely as a mid-stage boss while holding a pivotal position.

Although he was called a demonic sect leader, he had never actually committed any heinous crimes. Because he kept an exceptionally low profile, the rumors about him in the Jianghu had grown wildly exaggerated and bizarre.

To put it in modern terms, Lu Jue was basically an indoor recluse. He never cared about the affairs of the Jianghu, nor did he care about the people and things around him. The only thing he cared about was the art of the blade in his hand.

He loved practicing sword and blade techniques.

Because of his aloof indifference, his reputation in the Jianghu grew increasingly fierce. By the mid-stage of Heroic Bones, his sect was annihilated as a demonic cult by the protagonist’s underlings, and he himself died at the hands of the protagonist’s subordinate.

It was a textbook portrayal of the phrase: Sitting quietly at home, while disaster falls from the sky.

Lu Fenghuo recalled the plot and let out a leisurely sigh. His current identity could not be considered overly troublesome, but resolving it would still take some effort.

Actually, avoiding death at the hands of the protagonist’s underlings was quite easy. However, clearing the demonic sect’s name would depend entirely on good fortune.

Thinking about those distant future events was looking too far ahead. Right now, what interested Lu Fenghuo the most was this body of his.

The original owner of this body, Lu Jue, was ranked ninth among martial arts masters in the Wuxia world. As a modern person, having the privilege of transmigrating into a martial arts world, he was naturally fascinated by concepts like martial arts and internal energy.

Lu Fenghuo put on the mask in his hand and stood up from his seat, instantly feeling extraordinarily light, as if he possessed boundless strength. His five senses had also become exceptionally sharp.

Without a second thought, Lu Fenghuo drew a blade from the weapon rack. As he wondered how to wield it, the body moved with built-in muscle memory, fluidly executing a set of blade techniques.

This directly resulted in a corner of his throne being cleanly sliced off.

Lu Fenghuo touched the smooth, cut edge left by the blade. There was not a shred of regret on his face, and instead, he clicked his tongue in wonder, finding the blade technique remarkably easy to use.

Hearing the commotion, the maidservants standing outside the room hurried into the hall. They bowed in an orderly fashion and respectfully asked, “Master, do you have any instructions?”

Lu Fenghuo turned around and did not immediately dismiss the maids. He pondered for a moment before asking, “What time is it right now?”

The lead maid replied, “The hour of Si.”

Lu Fenghuo calculated briefly. This time was roughly around nine in the morning. He asked again, “What year is it?”

“The twenty-third year of Qingxiao.”

“Oh?” Lu Fenghuo was slightly surprised.

He hadn’t expected it to be only the twenty-third year of Qingxiao. This timeline was a bit early, meaning the plot of Heroic Bones hadn’t even officially begun yet.

During this period, the male lead and the villains were likely still youths. Many major events in the Jianghu had yet to transpire. Naturally, their demonic sect’s reputation had not yet become as notorious as it would later on.

Lu Fenghuo hooked the corner of his mouth.

This was certainly good news.

There was no need to worry about the political landscape for the time being, nor did he need to run around trying to redeem the demonic sect’s reputation.

In other words, he currently possessed a massive sect and supreme martial arts prowess, yet had absolutely nothing pressing that required his attention.

Regarding this, Lu Fenghuo expressed that it was wonderful.

Since that was the case, Lu Fenghuo felt an urge to go out and experience the Jianghu. After all, he did not want to stay cooped up in the demonic sect all day like the original owner. How boring would that be?

Moreover, this was a world he had once written with his own pen, and he was intensely curious about everything in it. Not just the people, but every blade of grass and tree here felt entirely novel to him.

However, if he wanted to wander the Jianghu, some preparatory work was indispensable. For instance, he needed to prepare several disguises and some medicinal herbs. Above all, he needed to dye his silver hair black.

Speaking of this silver hair, Lu Fenghuo felt a minor headache coming on.

According to the original text, Lu Jue’s silver hair was caused by a backlash from practicing martial arts in his early years.

Such a far-fetched reason hadn’t bothered him when he wrote it. In fact, he thought it gave the character a unique flair. But now, facing a full head of silver hair in the mirror, Lu Fenghuo only thought it looked deeply chuunibyou.

He just wanted to dye it black as soon as possible.

A moment later, Lu Fenghuo had everything ready. Disguised and fully prepared, he wore a dark purple casual tunic, with black hair cascading down to his waist. A disguise mask covered his peerless face, transforming him into an ordinary, plain-looking crowd member. With a long blade at his waist, he looked like an utterly generic swordsman who would easily blend into any mob.

That was precisely the effect Lu Fenghuo wanted.

Being ordinary made it much more fun and allowed him to easily experience all walks of life.

“This sect master is heading down the mountain from this moment on. All internal affairs of the sect are entrusted to the great elders. Aside from major emergencies, handle everything else as you see fit,” Lu Fenghuo instructed his subordinates.

Everyone inside the hall dropped respectfully to their knees.

Seeing that they understood, Lu Fenghuo finally set off with peace of mind.