Shangguan Yunying’s face flushed bright red, leaving her completely unable to argue back.
So what if someone saw them?
She would already have lost all strength before anyone could see her. She would have collapsed into Gu Chengyin’s arms, rolling her eyes back.
She would have already lost consciousness before the possibility of being seen became reality.
That realization left Shangguan Yunying embarrassed, annoyed, and helpless all at once.
She raised her hand and lightly smacked Gu Chengyin once.
The force was so gentle that it was more like a coquettish gesture than a protest—so light that it could hardly be considered a complaint at all.
But Shangguan Yunying still struck him, because she needed to express at least a little of her displeasure.
After that single pat, she withdrew her hand and once again clutched the front of Gu Chengyin’s robe.
Gu Chengyin said nothing more. He simply led Shangguan Yunying toward the small grove nearby.
The night wind swept across the path, carrying a chill and the faint fragrance of plum blossoms.
Moonlight filtered through the sparse branches, casting mottled shadows across the ground.
It was like a picture torn to pieces, its fragments scattered everywhere and impossible to fit back together.
Deep within the grove, the moonlight could no longer reach them.
Dark tree shadows surrounded them. The wind moved through the treetops, producing a soft rustling sound.
The soil beneath their feet was loose and damp, leaving shallow footprints with every step.
The air was filled with the scent of earth and fallen leaves, mingled with the freshness of night dew.
Shangguan Yunying stopped beside Gu Chengyin, took a deep breath, and began circulating the Azure Cloud Art.
Under her guidance, the spiritual energy within her body began to flow slowly, like a stream awakened by the spring breeze. Starting from her dantian, it spread outward in all directions along her meridians.
The flow was smooth, without the slightest obstruction or discomfort.
It was like a river that had flowed for a thousand years, surging steadily onward within its own channel.
Shangguan Yunying could sense the direction of every strand of spiritual energy, as well as its temperature and speed as it moved through her meridians.
More importantly, she could feel her cultivation steadily and solidly improving under the circulation of the Azure Cloud Art.
From every angle, this was unquestionably the Azure Cloud Art.
There was no deviation, no error, and nothing that needed correction.
It was like a classic text reproduced exactly as it was, without the slightest alteration.
Every word, every stroke, and every punctuation mark was identical to the original.
Gu Chengyin first examined it carefully.
His spiritual sense entered Shangguan Yunying’s body, moving from her dantian to her meridians, from her meridians to her acupoints, and from her acupoints to every subtle fluctuation of spiritual energy.
He inspected everything in meticulous detail.
He found no problems.
The Azure Cloud Art was circulating normally, and Shangguan Yunying’s spiritual energy was also perfectly normal.
Everything was normal—so normal that it could not possibly be more normal.
And that was precisely what was wrong.
If everything was normal, then Shangguan Yunying should not have been this weak.
It was unreasonable. Illogical. Inconsistent with everything he knew about the Azure Cloud Art and Shangguan Yunying.
Therefore, something had to be wrong. There had to be something he had failed to notice.
There had to be a problem that could only be discovered through a deeper investigation.
So Gu Chengyin decided to send his own spiritual energy into Shangguan Yunying’s body.
This was not a decision he had made casually.
Sending one’s spiritual energy into another person’s body was an extremely dangerous act.
If the other party’s spiritual energy resisted in any way—even unconsciously—it could trigger a clash between their energies.
Gu Chengyin’s spiritual energy seeped from his fingertip like a fine thread.
It moved slowly along Shangguan Yunying’s meridians, advancing with the utmost caution.
The next instant, something unexpected happened.
The spiritual energy circulating smoothly within Shangguan Yunying’s body encountered Gu Chengyin’s spiritual energy—and immediately froze as though a mouse had spotted a cat.
Every strand came to a complete stop, as if someone had pressed a pause button.
All movement, all surging force, all vitality ceased in an instant.
This was not resistance.
Resistance was an active response, a conscious expression of opposition.
This was submission.
It was the kind of submission brought about by bloodline suppression.
And it directly affected Shangguan Yunying herself.
Her body went limp in an instant.
Like a puppet with its strings cut, she collapsed into Gu Chengyin’s arms.
Her eyes lost their focus, her pupils becoming unfocused as her gaze turned hazy.
It was as if something had been pulled from her soul, leaving behind nothing but an empty shell.
Fortunately, Gu Chengyin’s embrace supported her, keeping her from sliding to the ground.
Her lips parted slightly, and she murmured in a voice soft enough to melt one’s heart:
“Master~”
This “Master” was different from the ones Shangguan Yunying usually uttered.
Normally, when she called him Master, it was deliberate and conscious, carrying a strong hint of flirtation.
But this time, she was barely conscious. The word had emerged instinctively and without awareness.
This was genuine submission.
Holding Shangguan Yunying’s limp body in his arms and listening to her murmur “Master” as if in a dream, Gu Chengyin could not help frowning.
The facts proved that his guess had been correct.
Shangguan Yunying’s weakness was not caused by her body being frail, nor by a lack of determination, nor by any factor within her control.
It was because the Azure Cloud Art was suppressing her from the depths of her bloodline.
This bloodline suppression remained silent under ordinary circumstances, but it would be triggered the moment it was actively released—or passively entered.
It was like an invisible shackle, locking away all of Shangguan Yunying’s ability to resist.
It could be said that, based solely on this bloodline suppression, Shangguan Yunying truly was his sex slave.
It was a dark title, one filled with temptation.
Even Gu Chengyin’s Dao heart inevitably wavered when faced with such an enormous temptation.
But this was when the importance of core values became apparent.
After silently reciting the Twenty-Four Character Principles once, Gu Chengyin’s Dao heart returned to its clear and tranquil state.
After all, the value and benefits represented by this discovery were simply too immense.
They were so immense that an ordinary person would have no hope of resisting the temptation.
Merely imparting the Azure Cloud Art to Shangguan Yunying had turned this beautiful woman into her current state.
What about everyone else?
If he managed this properly, Gu Chengyin could become a god.
Not an immortal.
A god.
A god who could do whatever he pleased.
Yet in the end, relying on the overwhelming force of his core values, Gu Chengyin held firm to his original resolve.
He was not a good person, but he understood one principle—a principle he had personally verified countless times.
Every gift fate bestowed came with its price secretly marked.
So Gu Chengyin merely held the limp Shangguan Yunying in his arms.
Meanwhile, his mind raced as he tried to figure out how to undo this bloodline suppression.
Setting everything else aside, he absolutely had to break it for Shangguan Yunying.
Only after it was undone could he entrust certain arrangements to her.
However, before Gu Chengyin could come up with a solution, the beauty in his arms had already begun to grow restless.
Shangguan Yunying wrapped both arms around Gu Chengyin’s neck and said softly:
“Please use Yunying as you wish, Master~”
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
