"Fairy Ruoxi, surely you wouldn't want your fiancé to find out about this, would you?"
"Han Mo, don't you dare tell him! No—you are despicable, shameless, and vile. Don't touch me!"
"Since you've lost all your cultivation base, stop wasting your energy. How about this? If you agree to my terms, not only will I keep this from your fiancé, but I will ensure you leave here safely afterward."
"In your dreams! Never! I would rather die—I would throw myself off this cliff—than ever submit to you!"
"Then I suppose I have no choice but to tell your fiancé everything!"
"No—!"
……
"Damn it! This scene, these lines—I can't take it! Damn NTR scum! Blade in hand, I’ll slaughter every last one of these horned dogs!"
In an antique-style chamber, Han Mo bolted upright from the bed, let out a low, furious growl. As a pure-love warrior, he had never been subjected to such provocation!
"What a trash game. I never expected a hidden branch like this. A 'yellow-haired' villain sharing my own name actually popped up... A thieving Cao Cao-style scoundrel. It makes me sick!"
Han Mo’s face was flush with righteous indignation, but he failed to notice a sudden movement behind him.
"Young Master Han! What is the matter?"
Before he could collect his thoughts, a sweet, mellifluous voice—reminiscent of the gentle waters of Jiangnan—sounded from behind, instantly snapping his focus back. The voice was soft and syrupy, like honeyed water. Upon hearing this seductive tone, his face reddened slightly.
He turned around. A charming, oval-faced beauty greeted his eyes.
Her long black hair was swept up and pinned with a single hairpin, styled in a traditional "married woman" updo. Her brows and eyes were as exquisite as a painting, the outer corners slightly upturned with a hint of black liner. Her cherry lips were coated in a vibrant, tempting vermilion balm.
What a stunning, traditional beauty!
That wasn't even the half of it. What was more lethal was her attire: she was draped in nothing but a layer of pure white, gossamer-thin silk. The fabric was absurdly sheer, revealing vast expanses of snowy, tender skin. From Han Mo’s current angle, as she had leaned over to call out to him, her collar had fallen open, exposing a soft, pale fullness that contrasted with the color of her skin. Her shapely, pressed-together legs were fully visible beneath the short hem of her garment, which failed to even fully conceal her rounded, firm hips.
"89, 58, 87... Impressive! No, wait, now is not the time for professional habits. Miss, what are you doing? No, that’s not the point... Why is there a scantily-clad beauty in traditional dress next to me?"
It took a great deal of effort for Han Mo to suppress the stirrings in his heart. There was no helping it; the scene before him was just too—*ahem*—too indecent.
He lifted his head, only then noticing the anomalies around him. Above was an unfamiliar ceiling; beneath him was a somewhat uncomfortable wooden bed. While not as soft as a modern mattress, it was crafted with exquisite detail: carved dragons and phoenixes on the headboard, curtains of golden fabric. Further away, he could see meticulously carved mahogany furniture, elegant silver candlesticks, and soft fur rugs. Everything was opulent and grand. Most importantly, the interior was entirely antique in decor; there was not a trace of modern influence.
"Wait, where am I?"
Although it was an ancient building, Han Mo felt a vague sense of familiarity, as if he had seen this place somewhere before. The environment, so clearly distinct from the modern world, made him realize something:
Could it be? Did I transmigrate?
He recalled the game he had been playing shortly before. Because of some of the hidden "bad ending" scenes, he—a pure-love warrior—found it unbearable. In a fit of agitation, he had been about to curse out the "dog developer" when a surge of blood rushed to his head. His vision blurred, and he lost consciousness.
When he woke up—or rather, when he regained his memories—he was already in this place that was both familiar and strange.
"Young Master Han, we shared a few cups of fine wine, and then quite suddenly, you fainted. Now that you've woken up, you’ve started talking nonsense. What is wrong? Are you alright?"
The woman’s words confirmed his suspicions. Clearly, his self-talk had been overheard. While she didn't understand the context, it didn't stop her from asking.
"I'm fine," Han Mo said, waving a hand, knowing his priority was to clarify the situation.
He prepared to question the woman, but before he could, she leaned in close.
"That's good. Since you're alright, Young Master Han... why don't we get to the main point? I can hardly wait, tee-hee!"
"The main point? What main point?" Han Mo asked, momentarily stunned by her flirtatious approach.
"Why, the 'discussion of the Tao,' of course! Wasn't it you who said you wanted me to accompany you to discuss the Tao? Young Master Han, this is my first time discussing the Tao with a man, so please... be gentle with me later."
"Discussing the Tao while sitting together???"
A string of question marks popped up in his head. Before he could make sense of what this "discussion" entailed, she provided the answer.
"Yes! Aren't you, Young Master Han Mo, about to take the entrance test for our Star River Sword Sect? That’s why you came to find me, didn't you? To 'discuss the Tao,' check your Spiritual Root, and verify your aptitude?"
She lightly covered her vermilion lips, her eyes swirling with a seductive, coquettish charm.
Wait... Star River Sword Sect? Entrance test? Young Master Han Mo?
Could it be...
Vaguely, Han Mo realized what was happening. His gaze shifted to the right. At the foot of the bed stood a large silver mirror; it looked blurry from a distance. He stood up and took two steps toward it.
One look left him in utter shock.
It wasn't because the man in the mirror was ugly or poorly dressed. On the contrary, the man wore an ivory-white brocade robe with narrow sleeves, embroidered with gold-threaded clouds at the cuffs, and a vermilion-and-white jade belt adorned with white jade pendants. His attire alone marked him as an elegant, distinguished young nobleman. As for his features—sword-like brows, starry eyes, a straight nose, thin lips, and a chiseled jawline—he looked like he had been sculpted by the gods.
Heaven help him, how could such a dashing man exist?
If a man's appearance were to be categorized by cultivation levels, it would go: Ugly, Plain, Handsome, Very Handsome, Immortal, Han Mo, and finally, the readers of this book!
*Ahem*, back to the point. Han Mo finally confirmed one thing: he had indeed transmigrated. And not just into any ordinary world, but into *Bahuang Changsheng*, the hit adult cultivation game he had just finished.
The game had beautiful art, sophisticated storytelling, and great social features, capturing the essence of cultivation perfectly. The only drawback was that the combat scenes were often mocked for looking like a cheap arcade shooter. However, that wasn't enough to explain its mixed reviews.
For Han Mo, the most unbearable part was the hidden NTR elements. His wives or Daoist companions, unless they had a "loyal" trait, were prone to cheating—it was only a matter of time. To make matters worse, the game had a hidden branch featuring a "yellow-haired" villain—also named Han Mo—who would lure, seduce, or corrupt the various talented heroines the players worked so hard to pursue.
These heroines were like SSR cards in a gacha game; you spent countless gems and diamonds to win them over, only for the developer’s sick humor to create a villain who could ruin them if you weren't careful. In the bad endings, these women were inevitably defiled by this villain. In the good endings, the villain met a horrific death, but even then, after struggling through those branches, Han Mo felt like dying.
He was a pure-love warrior! Blade in hand, he would slaughter every NTR dog!
Being transmigrated was one thing, but to be thrust into a cultivation game was another. And to be cast as the character he hated most—a thieving, yellow-haired villain—was simply unbelievable!
"Young Master Han, why did you get out of bed?"
Before he could prepare himself for the role of the "villain," the woman on the bed, dissatisfied with his lack of attention, grabbed his belt from behind and yanked it.
*Hey! My belt!*
"Come back here; don't make me wait. I've come to Yifeng City on behalf of the Sword Sect to host the Ascension Assembly. The Han Family of Yifeng has been the perfect host. As the son of the head of the house, not only did you welcome my younger sister Ying'er and me, but you’ve even invited us to eat 'rice bowls' with you tomorrow. I know what you’re after, Young Master, but the Sword Sect’s Ascension Assembly has always been fair. I won't make an exception for you. So, for this 'discussion,' I’ll verify your Spiritual Root myself..."
*I invited you to eat what? And why are you getting so touchy if we're just discussing the Tao?*
Han Mo was confused, but mostly felt a sense of dissonance. Why was this woman so aggressive? Before he could react, she pushed him down, leaned over, and gave his neck a light nibble.
*Mm...*
It was cool, soft, and fleeting. Her jet-black hair spilled over her rounded shoulders like a waterfall, accentuating her curvaceous figure. When she looked up again, her gorgeous face was flushed with a heady, drunken red, and her lips were bright and tempting.
Han Mo was stunned by her sudden movement. *Wait, this isn't right. If I'm not mistaken, what happens next is...*
Perhaps the intensity of the moment triggered it, but a flood of memories—foreign yet familiar—rushed into his mind. Combining these with the woman’s words, he suddenly understood everything.
He was in the first hidden branch of the game. The good news: he knew this plot by heart. If nothing went wrong, the villain he hated so much was about to die.
The bad news: *He* was that villain!
Just as this thought crossed his mind, a violent crash came from outside the door.
*BANG!*
The door shook under the force of the heavy knocking, followed by a man’s roar, fueled by volcanic rage, echoing from the hallway:
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?!!!"