Transmigrated as the Villain's Heart Demon - Chapter 1

If nothing unexpected happened, Jiang Qunyu had probably transmigrated into a book.

And if further nothing unexpected happened, he, Jiang Qunyu, a straight guy, had transmigrated into a certain website’s 18+ restricted novel.

The title of the book was After Committing Insubordination, I [Censored] My Cold and Aloof Master.

The tags included Ancient Pure Love, Forced, Year-Under, which means a younger top, [Censored], [Censored], and Villainous Disciple.

The protagonists were Shen Peiqiu and Lan Yuanzhou.

Jiang Qunyu remembered this particular novel vividly.

In his meager and boring eighteen years of life, he had accidentally clicked on a novel shared by a close friend due to a stray click of his hand. The words had entered his eyes at an incredibly malicious speed.

Even though Jiang Qunyu had closed it as fast as lightning, several vividly descriptive, censored passages were still branded into his mind.

Jiang Qunyu was completely dumbfounded on the spot.

His friend had solemnly sworn to him that this was a standard male-channel power fantasy web novel. In the original book, Shen Peiqiu was supposed to level up and fight monsters all the way, progressing from “do not look down on a poor youth” to “if heaven did not give birth to me, Shen Peiqiu, the immortal realm’s eternity would be like a long night.” It was supposed to be a traditional, orthodox legend of someone who ultimately trampled the three realms and reigned supreme over the nine heavens.

But the style of the novel he actually opened was bizarrely peculiar.

Yet, Jiang Qunyu refused to believe in evil portents. He preferred to believe that he had opened it the wrong way rather than believe his friend was pranking him.

Thus, Jiang Qunyu forced himself to open that dazzling page once more. Amidst a screen full of censored characters and ambiguous, fragmented whispers, he barely managed to piece together a plotline.

In the original plot, Shen Peiqiu was the cold and aloof Sword Deity of the Xuantian Sect, clad in a snow-white collar and frost-like sleeves, untainted by the dust of the mortal world.

During a trip down the mountain to eliminate demons, he rescued the ten-year-old Lan Yuanzhou from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Seeing that although Lan Yuanzhou’s parents were both dead, the boy possessed a firm resolve and excellent talent for cultivation, Shen Peiqiu took him under his sect and personally raised Lan Yuanzhou.

At first, Lan Yuanzhou’s heart was filled only with reverence and gratitude.

However, as the years silently surged by, a certain rebellious, deluded obsession quietly bred within the youth’s gradually maturing physique.

The way he looked at his Master gradually became stained with yearning and desire.

Yet, his Master had always treated him as a child.

The turning point occurred on the night of Lan Yuanzhou’s eighteenth birthday.

As he walked past his Master’s quiet chamber, he suddenly heard an extremely suppressed, broken, low gasp coming from inside. As if possessed by a ghost, he paused in his tracks, and his gaze crashed through the unclosed crack in the door.

Where the candlelight cast a red shadow, his Master, who was forever like a distant mountain of snow, had his clothes in disarray and his state of mind difficult to discern.

Sweat-soaked, ink-black hair clung to the side of his neck. The knuckles that usually held swords and scrolls were now [Censored] in front of a mirror.

Lan Yuanzhou’s breathing stopped abruptly, and all the blood in his body rushed to the top of his head.

He knew he should leave immediately, but his feet seemed nailed to the spot. What was even more terrifying was that his own hand actually reached down slowly beneath his robe without his control, gripping a crimson object.

From then on, Lan Yuanzhou began to intentionally or unintentionally entice his Master.

Shen Peiqiu belonged to the Spiritual Deer clan by nature, born with a desire for passion that surpassed ordinary people. Under Lan Yuanzhou’s fierce offensive, he soon began living a shameless daily routine of dual cultivation with Lan Yuanzhou.

Probably because too many 18+ plots were written, the readers felt a bit tired of it, and many comments about dropping the novel appeared under the chapters.

With a grand wave of her hand, the author forcibly separated Shen Peiqiu and Lan Yuanzhou.

She also added a villain character named Wei Xun.

This person, Wei Xun, was ruthless and cruel, a naturally cold-hearted and emotionless demonic creature.

He was originally a stunningly brilliant young genius of the Yunxiao Sect, but during an experiential training expedition, he was injured by demonic energy while saving his fellow disciples, and his meridians were completely destroyed.

Falling from the clouds into the mud, his fiancée broke off the engagement, his fellow disciples humiliated him, and his relatives abandoned him, making him ultimately become the crazed Demon Venerable who struck terror into the cultivation world at the mere mention of his name.

In order to enhance his cultivation, he took advantage of Shen Peiqiu’s injury to abduct him, imprisoning him in the Cloud Pavilion City of the Demon Realm and entangling with him day and night.

He had no tenderness for Shen Peiqiu. He even repeatedly forced him to fall into demonhood and planted a passion gu inside him, making it so that Shen Peiqiu’s body and mind could not leave him.

Facing Lan Yuanzhou, Wei Xun told him that Shen Peiqiu had long grown tired of him and ordered him to stay away from Shen Peiqiu.

Lan Yuanzhou naturally did not believe it. But when he saw with his own eyes that Shen Peiqiu, driven by the gu insect, took the initiative to kiss Wei Xun’s lips, his heart was ultimately pierced with pain, and he flung his sleeves and left.

Wei Xun was pleased to see this outcome.

This person Wei Xun also had some attributes of a cuckold fetish.

He knew that Lan Yuanzhou could not let go of Shen Peiqiu, and the two would often meet secretly whenever Wei Xun left Cloud Pavilion City. Sometimes, they would even suddenly roll into bed together while arguing.

Unsure whether Lan Yuanzhou did it to retaliate against Wei Xun or for some other reason, Lan Yuanzhou liked nothing more than to penetrate Shen Peiqiu even deeper when Wei Xun was about to return to the city, while also coaxing Shen Peiqiu into saying shameful words.

But Wei Xun did not mind, or rather, he had no emotions.

In his eyes, Shen Peiqiu was merely a tool to boost his cultivation. As long as the tool remained, he did not care what Shen Peiqiu did.

He was bloodthirsty and tyrannical.

Massacring the immortal sects and climbing step by step to the peak was what he truly wanted to obtain.

Probably because the author portrayed this character too vividly, Wei Xun’s popularity gradually surpassed that of the main protagonist couple.

There were even readers requesting the author to open a standalone storyline for Wei Xun.

In a fit of anger, the author made Wei Xun fall in love with Shen Peiqiu.

Wei Xun was gradually attracted to Shen Peiqiu. He hated that Shen Peiqiu still did not fall in love with him even after being afflicted with the passion gu, and he hated Lan Yuanzhou’s unique position in Shen Peiqiu’s heart compared to anyone else. Those intimate past memories that he had once ignored had now become thorns driven into his bones and blood.

The collective readers expressed that Wei Xun’s character design was out of character, commonly known as OOC.

But the author said she preferred plots filled with a sea of hatred and heaven-shattering love. She even overturned her previous promise to comfort readers, which had claimed she was just changing the map to continue serving “meat” and that Wei Xun was merely a plot device to drive the story forward who would not truly fall for the protagonist receiver.

Finally, at the very end, Wei Xun was jointly slain by the protagonist couple.

The protagonist couple returned to living their shameless daily routine.

Jiang Qunyu had refrained from eating and drinking, reading for three days and three nights, before finally finishing this novel.

Before he could even share his post-reading thoughts with his friend, his friend told him that what he had read was actually a fan fiction written by the friend’s younger sister, which was serialized on a certain fanfic website.

Jiang Qunyu: “…”

Then why did he call it a male-channel power fantasy web novel?

The friend said, “I could not help it either, my sister insisted that I read it. Such a malicious thing cannot poison me alone. You are my brother, so we must share our hardships.”

Jiang Qunyu smiled without feelings, suddenly feeling that this friendship was not entirely mandatory.

The friend asked curiously out of pursuit, “You really finished it? No way? I clicked on the first chapter, saw two men kissing, and closed it on the spot.”

Jiang Qunyu naturally would not tell his friend that he had finished reading the entire one-million-word melodramatic, restricted novel.

Mainly, putting everything else aside, the fighting scenes inside were written truly splendidly, interspersed with supernatural and fantasy settings. He could only act against his conscience by telling himself that the flaws do not obscure the jade while honestly chasing it to the ending.

But he still could not swallow that breath of anger, so he downvoted all the comments he had previously posted.

In passing, he also replied to a few comments.

One of the comments read: “Wei Xun, having broken free from the author’s consciousness, is truly so charming. When a paper character suddenly gains a soul, he will love his lover.”

Jiang Qunyu was so angry he almost spat blood.

In the original plot, one of the few things that kept him reading was the initial Wei Xun.

Who would have thought that halfway through the plot, the character would suddenly collapse, hovering around Shen Peiqiu all day, even casually throwing away the hegemony over the three realms that was within his grasp.

At that time, Jiang Qunyu had wished he could transmigrate into the book to shake him awake, thinking that he was just one step away, only one step away.

Unfortunately, Wei Xun still went down the path of being out of character, never to return, completely turning into a love-brain.

His knuckles tapped rapidly, and suppressing his temper, he countered back: “Are you the author’s alt account? In the later stages, Wei Xun drugged and imprisoned him; you call this having a soul? If you met this kind of person in reality, you would run faster than anyone else.”

After commenting, Jiang Qunyu felt embarrassed and deleted his browsing history.

Unexpectedly, on the way back to the gaming base after finishing a tournament the next day, his car was rear-ended. He failed to be resuscitated and died.

Jiang Qunyu was an esports player. His mother had passed away long ago, so he did not have to worry about a white-haired person sending off a black-haired one.

He was even relieved that he had deleted the browsing history on his phone the night before.

Otherwise, he truly would not have been able to wash himself clean even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

But he never expected that he would actually transmigrate into the book.

Transmigrating into the book was one thing, but transmigrating as Wei Xun’s inner demon was another.

In the original book, the author did not describe Wei Xun’s inner demon with a large paragraph space.

Jiang Qunyu only knew that the existence of the inner demon was meant to be sacrificed to Wei Xun’s sword.

Every time Wei Xun blackened, he would crush the inner demon once to sacrifice it to his sword, and the sword intent of his natal sword, the Soul-Devouring Sword, would consequently rise to a higher level. According to the setting, he had to kill the inner demon a total of seven times before his sword path could be considered fully accomplished.

Pityingly, right up until Wei Xun was executed by the protagonist couple at Tianque City in the book, his sword path had only reached the fifth level.

Very obviously, an inner demon was an inner demon, living by depending on Wei Xun. Even if he privately did not want to have any entanglements with the protagonist couple, as the villain’s inner demon opposing the protagonist couple, he would not meet a good end.

In the end, he would naturally have to dissipate into smoke alongside the villain.

For a moment, Jiang Qunyu did not know what to say.

He was truly unlucky enough.

However, the saving grace among his misfortunes was that he had transmigrated as an inner demon, rather than Shen Peiqiu, and certainly not Lan Yuanzhou.

He absolutely did not want to engage in a romance with a man.

Furthermore, according to the voice next to his ear after his death, as long as he helped Wei Xun achieve greatness in his sword path, he could be reborn and live on in this world.

That was to say, as long as he was killed seven times by Wei Xun before Wei Xun was executed by the protagonist couple, he could once again possess a body belonging to himself.

Although he could not return to his original world, a terrible life was still better than a good death, and a cultivation world was also quite interesting.

Besides, there was nothing to look back on in his original world. In order to play tournaments, he always had to stay up late practicing his shooting. If things continued like this, he was afraid he would drop dead from staying up late one day anyway.

After being silently angry for a while, Jiang Qunyu finally stood up to examine the place he was located in.

It certainly did not look like a cultivator’s sea of consciousness at all.

Reasonably speaking, a sea of consciousness should be as clear as a mirror, with quiet water and no waves, preferably planted with a tree that withered or flourished according to one’s state of mind. But here at Wei Xun’s place, one could only see crimson demonic energy surging like a tide, blotting out the sky and the sun, making it completely impossible to see the full appearance of his sea of consciousness.

Fortunately, since Jiang Qunyu was his inner demon, he was still fairly at ease within the demonic energy.

It was just that, unsure whether he was affected by Wei Xun, a faint gloom and irritability always lingered within the sea of consciousness, causing a layer of darkness to cover Jiang Qunyu’s heart as well.

He did not know which stage the plot had developed to now.

If only he could go out and take a look.

Thinking this way, Jiang Qunyu actually transformed into a mass of black mist and drifted out from Wei Xun’s sea of consciousness.

Jiang Qunyu thought to himself that it was a strange way to make an entrance.

Should he be accompanied by the characteristic “jie-jie-jie” laughter exclusive to villains right now?

Complaining aside, Jiang Qunyu barely formed a human shape. Once he saw the surroundings clearly, he lost his voice again.

A faint light slanted down from the window frame, casting a few pale traces of light onto the messy straw spread across the floor.

Within the dim light and shadows, the curled-up figure of a person in the corner of the wall was vaguely outlined. That figure wore thin clothing, only loosely wrapped in a plain white robe, looking incredibly pitiful.

Whenever the figure moved occasionally, it would pull at the iron chains on its body, producing a harsh dragging sound that was exceptionally grating in the silence.

A lingering damp and musty odor permeated the air, mixed with the scent of decayed wood and soil, as a biting cold seeped into the bones strand by strand.

This place should be a dungeon.

Jiang Qunyu’s gaze fell once more upon that figure curled up in the corner.

And if he was not guessing incorrectly, this youth before his eyes, who looked down and out as well as fragile, was the future demon who would shake the world and strike terror into people’s hearts, Wei Xun.

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