The Handsome, Powerful, and Tragic Master Has Been Reborn [Transmigration] - Chapter 1

Jun Lianyi had never imagined that he would one day read Danmei, much less that he would end up pouring such genuine, raw emotion into a “2D” fictional character.

Watching his beloved Shizun being deceived by that scum of a protagonist, he unleashed his fury in the comment section:

【You absolute dog! I hope you die a miserable death! Get lost! Don’t you dare touch my cold, elegant Shizun! You don’t deserve him in the slightest!】

As the story progressed, the scum gong used sweet words to coax Shizun into willingly offering his dragon blood, plucking his scales, and even carving out his own flesh. Jun Lianyi was besides himself:

【You piece of trash, why aren’t you dead yet?! You’re the one who should die!!! Shizun, please wake up! He doesn’t love you at all; he’s just tricking you into becoming a medicinal catalyst for his “White Moonlight”!! Ahhhhh!!!】

Finally, when the scum gong used the pretext of dual cultivation to make Shizun lower his guard—only to thrust a hand through Shizun’s chest and rip out his heart—Jun Lianyi lost it. Tears streamed down his face, yet he didn’t stop typing:

【Author, give me back my tears! Come out here right now… I promise I won’t send you any razor blades in the mail…】

After crying for a while, he realized his threats might be counterproductive. He composed himself and left a more serious message:

【Since Shizun is a Divine Dragon, he should be able to survive without a heart, right? Author, if you can just give him a standalone extra chapter after the finale where he comes back to life, I’ll forgive you.】

In the end, he resorted to a desperate, pleading tone, even trying to sound like a cute fan-girl:

【Swoosh! Dropping 520 Deep-Sea Torpedoes! Author-tai-tai, I love you! QAQ Please, be kind. Take the money, just give Shizun a standalone extra. I really want him to have a happy ending. I’m begging you! QAQ】

Despite the massive donation, Jun Lianyi stayed up all night refreshing the page. He watched the likes on his comment climb from one to a hundred, yet the author never replied. Eventually, exhaustion claimed him. He pulled the physical copy of the book from his shelf and fell into a heavy, tearful sleep with it cradled in his arms.

That night, Jun Lianyi had a dream. He dreamed his “treasure author” finally heard his heart’s cry and replied to his comment:

“Don’t worry. Shizun is a Divine Dragon; he can live even without a heart. There will be a happy ending.”

Finally at peace, Jun Lianyi let a faint smile touch his lips even through his tears.

******

A gentle breeze swept through, making the leaves in the forest rustle softly.

On a bamboo bed beneath a window, a youth furrowed his brows. He turned over irritably and pulled the blanket over his head. “A-Li, stop being noisy. Let me sleep a bit longer!”

Silence met his request, save for the persistent rustling of the leaves outside.

“What are you making such a fuss for? If you keep it up, I’m throwing you out!” Finally reaching his limit, the youth bolted upright, glaring toward the cat bed less than three meters away.

Jun Lianyi owned a tabby cat named A-Li. The creature was a bundle of energy, always scratching at its bed before dawn and driving him to distraction.

However, when he looked over this time, there was no leather cat bed. Instead, he saw a simple, square wooden table topped with a ceramic teapot and a set of delicate blue-and-white porcelain cups.

Stunned, Jun Lianyi slowly panned his gaze around the room.

The chamber was decorated in an ancient, classical style. It was small, yet elegant and sparse. Five paces from his bed stood a four-legged divine beast incense burner, trailing thin wisps of smoke. Between the burner and the window was a folding screen, and on the other side of that screen stood a freestanding clothes rack.

Hanging neatly on the rack was a set of light blue ancient robes: a white silk inner layer covered by a blue gauze outer robe, with flowing cloud embroidery along the cuffs and waist. It looked exactly like… the disciple uniform of the Divine Sword Sect from the novel he had been reading last night.

A jolt went through his heart. Forgetting everything else, he threw off the covers and rushed to the rack. After checking his surroundings once more to ensure this wasn’t some elaborate prank, he swallowed hard, took the clothes down, and hurriedly dressed himself.

Since ancient bedrooms rarely had mirrors, Jun Lianyi fetched a basin of water from a small spring outside. Using the reflection in the water, he carefully examined his face.

The reflection showed a youth with raven hair and porcelain skin. His features were elegant and refined, though currently clouded by tension. His sword-like brows were slightly furrowed, yet his almond eyes sparkled with a joy he couldn’t suppress.

This face was almost identical to his original one.

The youth’s lips curled into a smile, his heart thumping wildly. Unable to contain himself any longer, he scooped up a handful of water and splashed it onto his face, laughing out loud.

He had actually transmigrated into the book! And it was the very novel he had just finished! He had become the scum gong!

Jun Lianyi was overjoyed, yet the sheer absurdity of it kept him reeling. It took a long moment for him to settle his excitement and slowly clench his fists.

After meticulously adjusting his appearance, his heart hammering like a drum, he set off for Peach Blossom Valley. The place where the master and disciple practiced daily according to the original story.

As the sky began to brighten and the first rays of morning light hit the dewdrops on the branches, Jun Lianyi finally heard the sound of a sword cutting through the air.

Delighted, he quickened his pace. Just before the sun fully cleared the eastern mountains, he caught sight of a snow-white figure in the forest.

Yue Wuji. One of the Peak Lords of the Divine Sword Sect, known as the Immortal Venerable Jiyue. He had joined the sect at three, formed his Golden Core at eight, and now, at merely two hundred years old, he was already a late-stage Soul Transformation cultivator. He was the preeminent leader of the cultivation world and an undisputed genius of the sword.

Dressed in robes as white as snow, Yue Wuji moved through the peach forest with a longsword in hand. His movements were lightning-fast, as graceful as a startled swan and as fluid as a soaring dragon.

Jun Lianyi stared at the white silhouette, his heart racing faster and faster. He was completely mesmerized, standing still for a long time.

The young swordsman suddenly pivoted. For some reason, his gaze sharpened with a cold intensity. He flipped through the air, and then his sword pointed directly at Jun Lianyi.

Killing intent…

It vanished in an instant.

Jun Lianyi froze for a second before lunging to the side, but he was a step too late. The blade grazed his cheek, and a string of bright red blood droplets trickled down.

Drip, drip. The blood seeped into the damp soil.

The young Immortal Venerable’s eyes flickered. He sheathed his sword instantly, his brows knitting together as he walked slowly toward Jun Lianyi. “Lianyi, why didn’t you draw your sword?”

Jun Lianyi finally snapped out of it. He reached up to touch the wound on his face. It was deep enough to see the bone and stared blankly for a moment.

Yue Wuji’s frown deepened. He slowly raised a hand, his calloused fingertips gently brushing over the wound on the boy’s cheek before moving to tuck a stray lock of hair behind his ear.

Jun Lianyi’s heart skipped a beat, his ears turning a bright red. Feeling the touch of those cool fingertips, he whispered, “Th—Thank you, Shizun.”

Yue Wuji remained expressionless. He pulled his hand back, turned away, and summoned his Natal Sword once more, flying back into the woods.

Soon after, a cold, indifferent voice drifted back: “Lianyi, draw your sword.”

Blushing, Jun Lianyi watched the white figure darting through the trees. He subconsciously reached out to touch the wound on his face again.

By then, there wasn’t a single mark left. The wound that had been deep enough to see the bone had vanished as if it had never existed.

A surge of emotion hit him. Smiling broadly, Jun Lianyi summoned his own Natal Sword and flew toward Yue Wuji.

Yue Wuji raised an eyebrow and unceremoniously blocked Jun Lianyi’s incoming blade. With a slight push of strength, he forced Jun Lianyi back several steps.

In truth, Jun Lianyi didn’t know how to use a sword, but every move and stance came from the physical memory of this body. It was as if he had done this countless times before; every strike and parry felt perfectly timed.

For the first time, Jun Lianyi felt a sense of pure exhilaration.

Even though he was knocked out of the sky by Yue Wuji again and again… even though Yue Wuji’s blade was held to his throat time and again… even though he was bruised by the flat of Yue Wuji’s sword over and over…

Every time Yue Wuji reached out a hand to help him up, he couldn’t stop his heart from pounding and his face from flushing.

Back in the modern world, Jun Lianyi had never liked anyone. It was only in this moment that he truly understood: so this is what it feels like to love someone.

The sun rose in the east and set in the west.

Before they knew it, night had quietly fallen.

Yue Wuji once again used the back of his blade to swat Jun Lianyi down from the air. He landed before the boy, treading on the wind, and extended a hand. “Lianyi,” he said coldly, “you were distracted today. Has something happened?”

Jun Lianyi’s chest tightened. He slowly lifted his gaze to look at Yue Wuji.

The evening glow reflected off the handsome young man’s face, casting a faint, delicate rose hue over his jade-like skin, making him look even more breathtakingly beautiful.

Jun Lianyi felt his heart skip a beat. He reached out to grasp the man’s hand, then turned his head away slightly, looking down. “I’m sorry, Shizun. It was your disciple’s lack of focus. I am willing to accept punishment.”

With a light tug, Yue Wuji pulled him up from the ground. He reached out to tilt Jun Lianyi’s chin up, forcing their eyes to meet. His gaze was as calm as still water.

Jun Lianyi looked at him with a mix of shock and hesitation. His eyes darted away as he wrestled with his thoughts. Finally, emboldened, he reached out and wrapped his arms around the man’s waist.

He remembered clearly that at this point in the story, Yue Wuji already harbored feelings for the scum gong. If he took the initiative…

Rising onto his tiptoe, Jun Lianyi closed his eyes and slowly leaned toward Yue Wuji. He whispered softly, “Shizun, your disciple… really, really likes you…”

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