Chapter 1: Madam Guo: “I can’t betray Brother Jing… unless I can’t help it”
A desolate wilderness.
Inside a dilapidated temple.
A woman’s desperate cry pierced the silence.
“No! I can’t betray Brother Jing!”
Her voice was soaked in grief, trembling with sorrow— And yet… laced with a seductive charm that stirred something deep in the soul.
The temple doors creaked in the wind.
Wang Xuan stared blankly, stunned, at the woman straddling him—completely absorbed in what she was doing.
Just fifteen minutes ago, he had been on his way to his tutor Miss Bai’s house for some “extra lessons.”
He’d barely rung the bell when the world spun around him—and the next thing he knew, he was in this ruined temple.
Did I just… time-travel?
What about Miss Bai’s busted sewer pipe?
He’d been saving up his energy for days!
Now it was all wasted?!
But then, as if fate wanted to compensate him, a gorgeous woman burst into the temple.
And her face—and figure—were every bit as stunning as Miss Bai’s.
Those curves… that waist… that round, perfect—
Even fully dressed, she was somehow more arousing than being naked.
No man would be able to hold himself back.
What shocked Wang Xuan even more was how her gaze shifted—from shock to fear… to blazing, barely contained desire.
Why does she look even thirstier than I feel?!
Is this one of those insane fantasy worlds?
His brain spun into overdrive— Maybe this is one of those temples where you can’t leave without “doing it”? Or if you don’t within a minute of meeting, you die?
All those wild story clichés flooded his mind.
The woman suddenly lunged like a starving tigress, pinning him down, tearing at her clothes.
Are those… ancient-style garments?
Wang Xuan reached out to help— Only to have his hand slapped away.
“No, this can’t happen… I can’t betray Brother Jing!”
She muttered resistance, but her body betrayed her.
Her thighs clamped tighter. She wasn’t getting off.
This woman’s strength is insane.
That name froze Wang Xuan for a second.
Hold on. Could this seductive, wild woman… be Huang Rong?!
She looked just over twenty, but her curves screamed “married woman.”
Dear God… the world doesn’t need a Holy Land, but wuxia can’t exist without Madam Guo!
He looked up at her with a reverent gaze.
Why is Madam Guo acting ?
It hit him—there was no way the noble wife of Guo Jing would throw herself at a stranger.
She must’ve been trapped.
As the saying goes, an open spear is easy to dodge, but a hidden arrow is hard to guard against. With calculated intent against an unsuspecting heart, even the ice-and-snow clever Huang Rong could capsize in a ditch!
All one could say was, Well done!
Though it’s unclear who was behind it, given the current scene, this fruit was surely destined to be plucked by Wang Xuan!
With a sii sound, Huang Rong’s last piece of intimate clothing slid to the floor.
Wang Xuan’s eyes widened instantly.
Not missing a single detail!
“Brother Jing, forgive me… ah!”
The wife of the great Hero Guo, the renowned Female Zhuge of the martial world, doing such a thing with another man—what would the consequences be if this got out?
Huang Rong dared not think! She couldn’t afford to overthink!
At the same moment, a cold, mechanical prompt sounded in Wang Xuan’s ear.
Instantly, Wang Xuan’s body shuddered, his mind crystal clear, memorizing the Hehuan Sacred Canon’s contents in detail.
Techniques like harvesting yin to supplement yang, methods of cauldron forging—it truly covered everything!
Most crucially, this technique pointed straight to the path of immortal longevity!
Cultivating immortality in a martial arts world might face resource shortages with other techniques, but now, heh, Wang Xuan only wanted to say one thing:
Heroines, you’re in for a treat!
After his excitement, Wang Xuan calmed his fervor and began adjusting his breathing and rhythm per the Hehuan Sacred Canon’s introductory breathing method.
He quickly entered a focused state!
Half an hour passed in a blink.
Wang Xuan exhaled deeply, his face beaming with joy and excitement.
Per the Hehuan Sacred Canon, he had successfully opened one spiritual vein, now clearly sensing the surrounding spiritual qi.
From this moment, he was a cultivator!
Qi Refining Layer One!
Next, he needed to open the remaining 107 spiritual veins to forge the Pure Yang Sacred Body!
Also known as the Hehuan Sacred Body!
The foundation of Hehuan Immortal Sect cultivators!
Wang Xuan clenched his fist, distinctly feeling his newfound strength.
For cultivators, heavenly materials and earthly treasures were essential.
Wang Xuan knew his rapid progress owed much to Huang Rong!
The value of an S-level rating was terrifyingly potent!
“Thanks for your help!”
Wang Xuan said, pulling Huang Rong up from the ground.
Time was too precious to waste even a bit.
He was eager to grow stronger!
As for cherishing the fairer sex, how could that compare to cultivation?
In any world, the bigger fist speaks loudest!
Besides strength, everything else was nonsense!
Huang Rong regained a sliver of clarity, trying to resist, but her body was limp, and even speaking was laborious.
She could only let Wang Xuan have his way.
As the saying goes, the first step is the hardest. After opening one spiritual vein, the rest came naturally like water flowing into a canal.
One night, one miracle!
As dawn broke and the sun rose, Wang Xuan exhaled a turbid breath.
Eighteen immortal veins!
Qi Refining Layer Three!