The Awakening and the Unveiling of Treachery

Star-Moon Sect, Spirit Sword Peak.

A youth, his face contorted in a grotesque grimace and his body radiating a ‘forgiveness green’ (TL Note: A Chinese internet slang term referring to the color green, often associated with a partner being cheated on, implying a cuckoldry scenario), clung desperately to the bedroom door.

Through the narrow gap in the door, two figures were intertwined on the bed.

One of those figures was Xia Yi himself.

Inside the room, Xia Yi’s head throbbed with excruciating pain.

It wasn’t until his eyes focused on the beautiful young woman pinning him down, her face flushed crimson, her voluptuous figure barely concealed by her half-unbound daoist robes.

His sealed memories finally awakened.

Unbeknownst to him, eighteen years prior, Xia Yi had suffered a catastrophic dao heart collapse after inadvertently stumbling upon a heaven-defying cultivation novel, leading to his transmigration into its pages.

He had taken the place of an unnamed cannon fodder villain, a mere stepping stone in the novel’s early plot.

It was only now, with the story’s true commencement, that his dormant memories finally surged to life.

And this was precisely the first chapter of the plot:

The original protagonist, Zhen Aoyu, had drugged his beautiful master, Fei Miaoyun, to ensure she would “seamlessly connect” with Xia Yi, the cannon fodder villain, like a mortise and tenon joint, making their union inescapable.

He planned to capture their intimate entanglement on film, using it as irrefutable evidence to frame and ultimately dispose of Xia Yi, this inconvenient villain.

Once Xia Yi was removed from the picture, the original protagonist, Zhen Aoyu, would swoop in, exploiting Fei Miaoyun’s vulnerability to console her and mend her emotional wounds.

His ultimate goal was to cultivate her affection, and once she had fallen irrevocably in love with him, he would cripple her cultivation and cast her into the Myriad Insect Pit, where she would endure forty-nine days of agonizing torment, devoured by countless insects.

By channeling the boundless resentment emanating from Fei Miaoyun, a Heaven’s Chosen heroine, as her body was consumed by the myriad insects, Zhen Aoyu sought to refine his Absolute Resentment Heavenly Art, enabling him to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage and forge his Myriad Resentment Dao Foundation.

This was also one of the reasons for Zhen Aoyu’s heaven-defying combat power later in the story.

Despite Xia Yi’s newfound awareness of the unfolding plot and the damned protagonist Zhen Aoyu’s presence lurking outside the door, he found himself utterly powerless.

Not only was he utterly pinned down by Fei Miaoyun, but the insidious effects of the ‘Slumbering Red Tea’ still coursed through his veins.

This rendered him incapable of fully mobilizing his physical strength.

As Xia Yi desperately tried to rouse his spiritual energy and break free from Fei Miaoyun’s relentless embrace, a sudden shift occurred.

Fei Miaoyun, who had been fervently leaving hickeys on Xia Yi’s skin, seemed to regain a fleeting moment of clarity, and the power binding him loosened ever so slightly.

Seizing this precious window, Xia Yi sacrificed his daoist robe, tearing it asunder to forcibly extricate himself from Fei Miaoyun’s grasp.

“Tear!”

Ignoring his shredded attire, Xia Yi swiftly drew his spirit sword and cleaved it towards the bedroom door.

As a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Condensation, Xia Yi’s enraged strike, combined with Zhen Aoyu’s inability to react in time outside the door, proved devastating.

With just one sword, both the person and the door were sent flying.

Though Zhen Aoyu, also a ninth-level Qi Condensation cultivator, was shielded from severe injury by the door’s obstruction, his qi and blood churned violently within him.

“Hmph…”

He let out a muffled groan.

Zhen Aoyu, despite his confusion over Xia Yi’s sudden lucidity and uncanny accuracy in locating him, knew he could not contend with Xia Yi head-on.

A flash of black light shimmered beneath his feet as he instantly vanished, making his escape.

Xia Yi intended to give chase, but Fei Miaoyun, still in her drugged state, once again clung to him, preventing his pursuit.

He had no choice but to turn and confront his beautiful martial aunt, who was now utterly consumed by a chaotic haze of passion and desire.

Fortunately, Xia Yi’s storage ring contained Pure Heart Pills, and he hastily retrieved one to administer to Fei Miaoyun.

As for how he managed to administer the medicine with his hands still somewhat constrained, the details are best left to the imagination; after all, the affairs of cultivators are not meant to be understood with such mundane clarity.

In any case, aided by the Pure Heart Pill, Fei Miaoyun momentarily regained a semblance of her senses.

“Xia Yi… Junior Nephew… what… are you… doing… here? It’s… so hot… so hot… Junior Nephew… please… help… your Martial Aunt… won’t you?”

Fei Miaoyun’s feverish breath ghosted across Xia Yi’s face, her elegant brows subtly furrowed, and her eyes, like pools of brimming spring water, seemed on the verge of overflowing as she gazed at him.

This display of seductive allure from his beautiful martial aunt nearly overwhelmed Xia Yi, threatening to shatter his resolve.

Firming his conviction.

He urgently reminded Fei Miaoyun to expel the drug from her system.

“Martial Aunt Fei, you’ve been poisoned! Quickly circulate your spiritual energy to force the drug out!”

“Mmm… ah~”

Yet, Fei Miaoyun seemed utterly deaf to Xia Yi’s urgent warning.

As a moan, capable of melting one’s bones, echoed in his ear, it nearly shook Xia Yi’s very soul from his body.

Such a potent and provocative temptation was, frankly, a bit much for someone who had secretly disregarded warnings and continued browsing late into the night.

‘What in the hells did that damned Zhen Aoyu use? This drug is incredibly potent!’ Xia Yi cursed inwardly.

Even Fei Miaoyun, a cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage, couldn’t withstand its effects.

Left with no other recourse, Xia Yi was forced to devise an alternative solution.

“Apologies, Martial Aunt Fei!”

With no other option, Xia Yi carefully scooped up Fei Miaoyun, whose ample ‘headlights’ (TL Note: A slang term referring to breasts) were prominently exposed, and gently carried her back to the bed.

His intention was to guide Fei Miaoyun in expelling the toxins from her system using his own spiritual energy.

It took considerable effort to gently position Fei Miaoyun so she was obediently facing away from him, yet the moment Xia Yi began to circulate his energy, he witnessed an astonishing phenomenon.

“This is?!”

Xia Yi’s spiritual energy acted like a natural bane to the illicit drug’s effects.

After merely one circulation, the drug’s potent hold rapidly dissipated, much like fresh snow melting under a scorching sun.

Indeed, with just that single circuit, the overwhelming majority of the drug’s influence within Fei Miaoyun’s body had been expunged.

As she exhaled a breath of pinkish, turbid qi, Fei Miaoyun’s beautiful eyes slowly regained their pristine clarity.

Immediately, the beautiful martial aunt sagged, utterly drained, into Xia Yi’s embrace.

Her long, narrow eyes fluttered open, and as Fei Miaoyun gradually roused, her gaze fell upon the very object of her long-held fantasies.

His exceptionally handsome features and the tantalizingly close, perfectly sculpted abs surpassed even the junior nephew of her most vivid daydreams!

Meanwhile, Xia Yi was in a flustered scramble, attempting to cover the two prominently exposed ‘super big white rabbits’ (TL Note: A slang term referring to large, white breasts).

“Xia Yi Junior Nephew…”

Xia Yi’s ambiguous movements led his beautiful martial aunt to believe this enchanting dream had yet to conclude.

Her two soft, snowy hands cupped Xia Yi’s handsome face.

A pair of wide, crimson lips descended upon his, catching him in a bewildered stupor.

Xia Yi: “!”

It wasn’t until a sharp pain shot through her tongue that the dazed Fei Miaoyun was jolted back to full awareness.

“Ah!—”

Having confused dream with reality and forcefully kissed her own junior nephew, a tremendous wave of shame washed over Fei Miaoyun upon regaining clarity.

She buried her head deep within the brocade quilt, leaving only her voluptuous, peach-shaped derrière facing Xia Yi.

The sheer visual impact left Xia Yi feeling somewhat overwhelmed.

To regain his composure, he opted to step outside the room and allow himself to calm down.

Time flowed by, minute by minute, until dusk began to settle.

Finally having settled his nerves, Xia Yi chose to return to the room.

“Martial Aunt Fei…”

Upon hearing Xia Yi’s voice, Fei Miaoyun’s heart involuntarily quickened, and an unfamiliar sensation spread throughout her body.

“Wh-what is it, Xia Yi?”

Fei Miaoyun’s trembling voice caused Xia Yi to halt his approach.

To help Fei Miaoyun maintain her calm, he decided to reveal the truth of the matter to the unfortunate Heaven-Blessed Fairy from where he stood.

“This…”

After hearing Xia Yi’s explanation, Fei Miaoyun’s initial reaction was disbelief that her beloved disciple, Zhen Aoyu, could be such a monstrous fiend.

“Martial Aunt Fei, I have said all I can. I understand it’s difficult for you to accept this immediately. However, I earnestly hope you will be extra cautious around Zhen Aoyu. I shall take my leave…”

Xia Yi knew that without definitive proof, Fei Miaoyun would not believe him.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have offered no resistance even when Zhen Aoyu crippled her cultivation in the original story.

Fei Miaoyun’s years of devoted tutelage towards Zhen Aoyu could not be undone by a mere few words from Xia Yi.

This matter could not be rushed; Xia Yi needed Fei Miaoyun to witness Zhen Aoyu’s true face for herself, thereby saving this beautiful martial aunt from the tragic fate of being devoured by myriad insects as depicted in the original novel.