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After her death, Yun Chuanzhi was offered a body through a soul-sacrifice ritual. Her spirit ended up inhabiting Cui Ergou, a lowly tea-serving servant at Buxi Mountain.
This Cui Ergou was truly audacious. He had long been infatuated with the Sect Master, Bai Fenghe, who was the notorious “scumbag villainess” recognized by the entire cultivation world. Following a string of shameless pestering and failed attempts at seduction, Ergou finally enraged Bai Fenghe and met a gruesome end, sliced in half at the waist.
Yun Chuanzhi’s timing was unfortunate. The original owner of the body had just been beaten half to death for peeping at the Sect Master while she bathed. At the moment of the soul sacrifice, the original owner left behind a final wish: reform the Sect Master, find true love, and live a happy life.
Yun Chuanzhi: “Love-obsessed brains are truly terrifying.”
Half a day later, inside the Green Phoenix curtains, Yun Chuanzhi met Bai Fenghe. Clad in fluttering purple robes, the woman was a stunning, multi-faceted beauty.
Just as Yun Chuanzhi was preparing to kneel and wait for her death sentence, the legendary “scumbag villainess” covered her lips, coughing weakly. Drenched in tears of fragrance, she let out a soft cry and collapsed weakly into Yun Chuanzhi’s arms.
Yun Chuanzhi: “?”
Recently, Bai Fenghe had been visited in her dreams by a white-browed immortal. The immortal claimed that a rebellious servant would soon appear under her command. This servant was known as the “Living Yama.” In their past life, no one who faced them in battle was left alive.
Bai Fenghe frowned and asked exactly how this servant would rebel, but the white-browed immortal only smiled without speaking.
Since this person could neither be driven away nor killed, Bai Fenghe was forced to restrain her true nature. She put on an act of being frail and tender-hearted. From time to time, she would linger in bed, demanding to be cared for. Other times, when overcome by emotion, she would cry in the servant’s arms for half the night.
Though exhausting, the plan seemed effective. While this rebellious servant was a bit of a “salted fish,” they didn’t do anything out of line. Instead, they began to look after Bai Fenghe with meticulous care and protection.
Unexpectedly, Bai Fenghe was later denounced as a public enemy by the various immortal sects. On the verge of death, that honest and dutiful little servant of hers broke into the depths of purgatory alone. She slaughtered the immortal sects who had slandered her until the world turned upside down, then took Bai Fenghe to a secluded place to raise and nurse her back to health.
Confused, Bai Fenghe coldly spat out a single sentence: “I will give you whatever you want. From now on, we owe each other nothing.”
A day later, with her waist sore and legs weak, an exhausted Bai Fenghe realized something. So this was the kind of rebellion the immortal meant.
Behold the teeming masses, bearing grievances and wrongs; heaven and earth have mistaken the wise for the fools. Watch her as origins end and begin; the sun sets over the long river, rewriting the night rain of the martial world.
From this point on, the mountains stand still, the rivers flow, the wind rustles the grain, and all rises.
