1: Chapter 1 You...time-traveled!

Congratulations!

You have undergone Transmigration!

Your identity is that of a Young Miss about to be sold into a brothel!

As for why the Transmigration occurred!

That is not important.

What? That audience member says a reason is required!

Very well!

The cause of the matter is simple; you stumbled upon a trashy author named "Zai Xia Liu Bei Can Shang".

You verbally attacked her.

And then she turned you into a Saintess whose beauty rivals Xi Shi and whose "breasts" surpass Mai Shiranui.

You were also sent into an "erotic game" world called Hehuan Sect Female Cultivator Chronicles》!

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Alright, introduction complete.

Your adventure!

Begins!

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Your consciousness recovered earlier than your five senses.

First, there was a dull pain.

It came from deep within your neck, like a dull blade repeatedly cutting inside.

Then came the sensation of suffocation, that stifling feeling where air is forcefully cut off in the windpipe, making you feel like you were about to explode.

Someone is choking you.

This realization was like a basin of ice water poured over your head.

You suddenly opened your eyes.

Before you was a face so twisted it was almost unrecognizable.

The cheekbones were high, the eye sockets deeply sunken, the whites of the eyes bloodshot, and the stench of alcohol mixed with spittle sprayed onto your face.

"You bitch! I told you to go sleep with Master Chen! And you actually dared to refuse! Who do you think you are? You are something I bought for three hundred taels of silver!"

Lin Haolan.

This name surged up from the depths of your memory, carrying a hatred deeper than the pain in your neck.

You remembered.

Your name is Qi Waner, and in your past life, you were tortured to death because you were forced to marry a scumbag.

No!

This is not your memory!

You are a fine young person living in the 21st century; you have undergone Transmigration.

Wait...

Your memories... are being rapidly placed under a Seal, and Qi Waner's memories are occupying your brain!

...

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

...

Memories began to churn and become chaotic.

"I... I... am... Qi Waner. In my last life, I was 'abused' to death by countless men! I have undergone Rebirth! I will have my revenge!"

...

You remembered your past life, how you were also choked by the neck like this.

You cried and begged him to let you go, saying you could do anything, just not to accompany those powerful figures.

You even knelt and kowtowed to him, your forehead split open, blood streaming down your brow bone.

He only laughed, the strength in his hands not decreasing but increasing instead.

You heard the sound of your own laryngeal cartilage shattering.

You heard him say: "Dying is fine too. If you die, I'll just say you caught a sudden illness, saving you from being an eyesore in my house every day. You're just a cheap concubine-born piece of goods anyway."

Then, he had people throw your corpse into a mass grave.

The day you died, it was pouring rain.

And now.

"Still daring to glare at me?"

Lin Haolan! Your fiancé!

Enraged by the hatred in your eyes, he raised his other hand and fiercely slapped your face.

You did not dodge.

It was not that you couldn't dodge, but your body was still too weak, and your reaction couldn't keep up with your consciousness.

"Slap!"

This slap made your ears ring and your vision go black.

But because your body turned, his fingers slid half an inch from your neck.

It was just that half an inch.

You used all your strength to gasp in a breath of air.

That breath carried the scent of blood and the musty smell of the room, but to you, it smelled better than any flower in the world.

Air flooded into your suffocating lungs, and your consciousness instantly cleared by seventy percent.

Lin Haolan still wanted to continue his violence against you!

Footsteps came from outside the door.

Lin Haolan heard them too.

His expression changed, he released your neck, hurriedly tidied his clothes, and put on a smiling face as he went out to greet them.

"Yo, Master Chen, why have you come in person?"

You heard his sycophantic voice drifting further away.

The door was closed.

You were left alone in the room.

You slowly propped yourself up and sat on the edge of the bed.

The marks of his fingers remained on your neck, stinging with pain.

You raised your hand to touch it; there was no blood, just a swollen ring of skin.

The bronze mirror was on the vanity.

You saw yourself in the mirror.

It was a face that would make you dazed.

Eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like mist, lips a faint cherry pink without the need for rouge.

The skin was white to the point of transparency, with fine blue veins faintly visible under the temples.

Dark hair cascaded down your shoulders like a waterfall, making that face appear even more luminous.

It was too beautiful to be that second Young Miss of the Qi Residence who was bullied everywhere.

It was beautiful enough to make one want to possess, destroy, and grasp it in their palm by any means necessary.

Is this... the Innate Charm Body?

When you were young, you met a down-and-out old Daoist who, upon seeing you, told you that you had the Aptitude of an Innate Charm Body.

But it was not a blessing, but a curse!

"Such a Physique, if born in the mortal world, is destined to be a femme fatale and meet a bad end. If it enters the Immortal Realm, it will only be worse. Everyone will want to obtain it, because obtaining it is equivalent to obtaining a living Medicinal Pill, a top-grade Cauldron."

You did not understand at the time.

You understood later.

It was just too late.

You withdrew your gaze from the bronze mirror and began to examine your body.

There were no bruises on your wrists.

You had not yet been tied to the bed by Lin Haolan.

Your clothes were intact, only the collar was slightly torn open.

The point in time of your Rebirth was the night of your wedding.

You closed your eyes and began to think.

Lin Haolan would return in three hours.

When he returned, he would bring two servants and tie you to the bed.

Then that "Master Chen".

The City Defense Commandant of Dawan City.

Would walk in.

In your past life, you struggled desperately, which only earned you a severe beating.

That night you understood that you were just a tool for Lin Haolan to curry favor with powerful figures.

Your face, your body, were the ladder for him to climb upward.

And now, you must escape.

But you cannot just escape like this.

You stood up, walked to the window, and pushed it open a crack.

Outside was pitch black.

This is Lin Haolan's residence.

You saw the rockery in the courtyard, the lanterns lit in the distance, and two servants sitting on stone stools drinking and chatting.

They had knives tucked at their waists.

If you tried to break out directly, you wouldn't be able to escape.

You closed the window and began to search the room.

Clothes.

A few sets of spare clothes, the most valuable one being the wedding dress, which obviously could not be taken.

Jewelry.

A few silver hairpins, a jade bracelet, and a pair of gold earrings on the vanity.

You tucked them all into your bosom.

Banknotes.

None.

You remembered a detail from your past life: Lin Haolan had once bragged while drunk that he hid all his silver in a secret compartment in the study, and that the most dangerous place is the safest.

The study.

You had to find a way to the study.

You walked to the door and pulled it open a crack.

The corridor was empty.

You took a deep breath and squeezed out of the room sideways.

Under your feet was a wooden floor.

You walked on it barefoot, trying your best not to make a sound.

The corridor was not long, and the study was at the end.

The door to the study was ajar.

You hugged the wall as you approached, pushed the door open with your fingertips, and slipped inside sideways.

The study was very dark, barely illuminated by the moonlight filtering in from outside the window.

Relying on your memories from your past life, you walked straight to the bookshelf by the wall.

On the third shelf, there was a book titled 《Dawan Local Gazetteer》.

You pulled the book out, reached your hand in, and touched something cold.

A mechanism.

You pressed it.

A secret compartment popped out from under the bookshelf.

Inside the secret compartment was a wooden box.

You opened it.

Inside, banknotes were neatly stacked.

You counted roughly, and there was about five hundred taels.

There were also some pieces of broken silver and a jade pendant carved with the character "Lin".

You did not stand on ceremony and tucked everything into your bosom.

The banknotes were hidden close to your body, and the broken silver was wrapped in a handkerchief and stuffed into your sleeve.

You hesitated for a moment about the jade pendant, but took it with you as well. Perhaps it would be useful.

Just as you were preparing to leave, footsteps came from outside the door.

Your heart rate suddenly accelerated, and you quickly hid behind the bookshelf.

"Young Master Lin said that no matter what noises you hear tonight, don't go to the backyard," a hoarse voice said.

"He got another one? The last one lasted less than ten days before dying. How long can this one last?" another voice asked.

"Who knows. Anyway, we just need to guard the door well and don't let that woman run away. Last time one escaped, Young Master Lin threw a huge temper."

"Which residence is this one from?"

"The Qi Residence. I heard it's the second Young Miss born of a concubine, not very favored."

"Tsk tsk, then she's just there to be played with casually. What a pity."

The two servants walked away.

You came out from behind the bookshelf, your palms full of sweat.

You must be faster.

You returned to the wedding room the way you came, closed the door, and began to plan your next step.

If you run directly, you won't get out.

If you wait for Lin Haolan to return, it's also a dead end.

You decided to take a risk!

You searched the room and found a dagger among your few personal belongings.

That was the last bit of dignity you left for yourself.

In your past life, it was found by Lin Haolan, which earned you a severe beating.

You pulled it out, the blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

You hid the dagger in your sleeve and sat back on the edge of the bed.

Time passed minute by minute.

Footsteps came from outside the door, heavier than before, with obvious drunkenness.

The door was kicked open.

Lin Haolan had returned.

His face was flushed from alcohol, his clothes were half-torn open, revealing a chest full of flab.

He saw you sitting on the edge of the bed and was stunned for a moment.

"Yo, not crying anymore? Didn't you cry quite fiercely just now?"

You lowered your head and did not look at him.

He walked over, reached out to pinch your chin, and forced you to raise your head.

"Master Chen won't be here for a while. Let me have a taste first."

His words were not finished.

Because the dagger in your hand had already pierced his throat.

When the dagger pierced in, it made a dull sound.

Like piercing into a leather bag filled with water.

His eyes widened, looking at you in disbelief, his mouth opening and closing, but he could make no sound.

Blood gushed from the wound, flowing down the handle onto your hand.

Warm, sticky.

You did not let go.

You looked into his eyes and said word by word: "What you owed me in the past life, pay it back today."

The last expression on his face before he died was fear.

So the man who had tortured you for so long was just this cowardly.

You pulled out the dagger.

You supported his body as it slowly fell to the ground.

You looked at the blood spreading on the floor, crouched down, and confirmed that his breathing and heartbeat had stopped.

Then you stood up, walked to the wardrobe, changed out of that glaring wedding dress, and put on Lin Haolan's clothes.

You stepped over Lin Haolan's corpse and opened the door.

The night wind blew in, dispersing the scent of blood on you.

You looked back at the man lying in the pool of blood.

In your past life, he tortured you in every possible way and let countless men possess you.

In this life, you killed him first.

But this is not enough.

Matriarch Wang Feihua. Qi Feihua. That mother and daughter who schemed to make you marry this scumbag.

You all must die.

You withdrew your gaze and walked into the night without looking back.

In the wedding room behind you, the lanterns with the double happiness character were still swaying, illuminating the bloodstains on the ground with a flickering light.

Thanks to Lin Haolan instructing the servants not to approach, you used his clothes to avoid everyone's line of sight as much as possible along the way.

You stepped out of the back door of the Lin Residence.

Outside was a pitch-black alley, and the sound of the night watchman's clapper could be vaguely heard in the distance.

It was not yet dawn.

With five hundred taels of banknotes and a blood-stained dagger in your bosom, you walked into the darkness.

Not to go home.

You do not have the ability to take revenge yet!

You are going to join the Hehuan Sect!

Only by making yourself strong enough can you take revenge on those evildoers!

You remembered that sentence the old Daoist had said.

"The Innate Charm Body is destined to be coveted by others for a lifetime. But there is one thing to remember: the Heavenly Dao never cares about the tears of the weak. If you want to survive, you must be more ruthless than anyone else."

You understand now!