Luoyun Huan wore a look of utter misery, for she had discovered that she transmigrated into a book!
While transmigrating into a book had always been the coveted dream of every avid reader, who would want to fall into some trashy, midnight-boredom immortal cultivation novel picked up at random?
And worst of all, it was the kind where the entire screen had to be censored with mosaics.
Wuwuwu... Luoyun Huan's heart was filled with nothing but regret. Could the heavens please give her another chance to start over? This time, she would definitely read a novel about a female emperor.
Yet this transmigration was no accident. The book told the story of the female protagonist and her numerous followers turning the world upside down. Luoyun Huan had flipped through it casually; while she thought the author's writing was decent, the supporting female characters had it way too miserable.
They had to serve as vicious antagonists, enforcing sect discipline every single day, matching wits and courage with the female protagonist and the male supporting characters, all while watching the female protagonist show off her romance and rubbing elbows with lovebirds.
Not only did they not even have a man—and that would have been fine, if they could at least be given a woman—but damn it, they were saddled with a desireless, ascetic persona, forced to simply watch the female protagonist and her endless swarm of suitors engage in continuous ambiguity. If she were a supporting female character, she would turn vicious too!
"The author is simply too vicious! What kind of warped taste is this? Whatever, I'm not reading it. Absolute trash of a novel."
As soon as Luoyun Huan finished speaking, she intended to close her phone and go to sleep, but a mechanical voice echoed in her mind.
[What you said is very true! The tragic male and female supporting characters need to be saved by us. So, bind with the system, dear host!]
[I have already chosen you as the destined one!]
The destined one?
Luoyun Huan fell into confusion, but the system didn't give her any room to think at all, directly sounding the alarm of a forced binding.
[Silence means consent! Since you did not voice your refusal, Host, I am binding you as my host!]
System binding loading... 50%... 80%...
Luoyun Huan: !
"I refuse!"
She opened her eyes and threw off the quilt, all the while thinking that whether she was having a mental breakdown or not, she had to reject this troublesome ordeal.
However, what met her eyes was not her own room. This was a quaint, rustic house—though calling it quaint was flattering it; basically, it consisted of nothing more than a dilapidated stool, a wooden table, and worn wooden-plank walls.
It was literally the thatched hut from Du Feng's poem, *My Thatched Hut Damaged by Autumn Wind*.
Dammit! Dammit!
Luoyun Huan's heart plunged into an icy abyss. Not only had she been forcibly bound by the system, but she had also transmigrated into the body of an impoverished soul.
Why on earth?
Everyone else transmigrated as young misses or young masters; failing that, at least they were imperial concubines tucked away in the Cold Palace, complete with personal maidservants!
[Dear Host, don't rush to get angry just yet. I am about to issue a mission.]
The system's infuriatingly smug voice rang in her ear. Luoyun Huan had had enough of the system, but she knew that struggling, throwing a tantrum, or howling with helpless rage at this moment would be completely useless.
Therefore, she could only accept it with extreme calmness.
"What mission?"
"Don't tell me you want me to conquer those horndog male supporting characters in the book."
"Let me tell you, even if I were to die—even if I were to hang myself right in this house—I will never conquer those horndogs!"
Everyone had their own bottom line, and she, Luoyun Huan, could not accept the male leads and supporting characters from the original book, every single one of whom was absolute trash.
Because this was no ordinary immortal cultivation novel; this was the kind of immortal cultivation novel you had to read in the dead of night, hidden under the covers with your screen brightness turned all the way down.
[Of course we aren't conquering the male leads and supporting characters! The male leads and supporting characters in here are living quite comfortably. The one we are going to conquer is Eldest Senior Sister!]
The system's cheerful voice rang out, and simultaneously, a cultivation-target panel appeared before Luoyun Huan's eyes.
Luoyun Huan lowered her gaze to look. Her target panel could not be flipped, meaning she could only target a single person.
There it read: Qin Yiqiu, Eldest Senior Sister of the Yunjian Mountain Sect, primary practitioner of the Heartless Dao. Difficulty rating: 5 stars.
At this sight, Luoyun Huan's eyes widened in horror.
Her lips parted and closed.
"The... the Heartless Dao!"
What the hell is there even to conquer here? She might as well just go find a lake and drown herself."Host, we simply cannot back out of this! The Heartless Dao trope isn't even that uncommon. As long as you put your heart into it, and with someone who is an expert in the Heartless Dao right here, failure is not an option!"
The System let out a smug laugh, leaving Luoyun Huan inwardly suspecting that this was far from its first time pulling such a stunt.
"Isn't there anyone else I can pursue? The Heartless Dao is a bit difficult..."
Luoyun Huan lacked the sheer audacity to go jumping into lakes, so she could only tentatively try to negotiate with the System. While people always joked that those who cultivated the Heartless Dao never managed to graduate, anyone who actually dared to provoke them possessed the protagonist halo—they could survive plunging off cliffs and still not die. As for her? She would pass, thank you very much.
"None at all. I sensed your intense lingering resentment over the fate of the supporting characters, which is why I came to bind myself to you, Host."
The System's voice chirped merrily.
"You... I was merely complaining that the author's writing was garbage!"
Unfortunately, the System lacked a physical form, and she obviously couldn't rip out her own brain and stomp on it. She had no choice but to silently endure the System chattering in her ear.
Just as Luoyun Huan was conversing with the System, she suddenly heard footsteps approaching from outside the door.
"Host, target detected approaching!"
The System issued its warning. Before Luoyun Huan even had time to react, the door was kicked open, and a crowd of sect disciples dressed in deep blue robes stood at the entrance of her quarters.
"Eldest Senior Sister, it's this shameless wretch! I saw her hoarding Huanhuan Pills in secret!"
Facing this aggressive group of Law Enforcement Team disciples from the sect, Luoyun Huan felt as though she had fallen into an icy abyss. In this novel, after all, the plot existed almost entirely to serve certain adult matters.
For reasons known only to some bizarre fetish of the author, a specific setting had been added: the Yunjian Mountain Sect placed the utmost importance on asceticism, with its members primarily cultivating the Heartless Dao. Even those who did not cultivate the Heartless Dao were required to guard their foundational purity and maintain their chastity; otherwise, flaws would appear in their cultivation techniques, making it impossible to advance in the future and dooming them to fall into the demonic path.
This was precisely why the Yunjian Mountain Sect maintained a specialized Law Enforcement Team tasked specifically with inspecting disciples for any stirrings of worldly desire. In severe cases, offenders were directly expelled from the mountain.
They were basically the morality police of the Immortal Cultivation World.
And the captain of this so-called law enforcement brigade was none ofaldehyde other than the book's number one female supporting character and vicious boss—Qin Yiqiu!
"System, exactly what kind of character setting did you give me?"
Before reading this novel, Luoyun Huan had carefully verified that there were no supporting characters sharing her exact first and last name, thinking she wouldn't fall victim to some cliché transmigration mishap. Instead, she had been forcibly kidnapped here by this damned System.
"Naturally, it's an outer disciple with the lowest possible presence."
Hearing this, Luoyun Huan gritted her teeth in fury. The character setting the System had given her was no different from a lowly maid trying to sleep with the emperor; with clever maneuvering, she might perhaps soar straight to the heavens.
More likely, however, she was like a palace maid pushed down a well, drowned before she even had time to react, her corpse only attracting a eunuch to come look because of the stench.
"Aren't you just deliberately turning up the difficulty on my pursuit?"
"Couldn't you at least have given me a cute, petite junior sister setting?"
Even as she bickered with the System, Luoyun Huan's movements remained slick. She scrambled up from the bed, straightened her robes, and promptly dropped to her knees on the floor.
She raised her head to look at the figure standing in the center of the crowd.
That pair of eyes resembled a deep spring, or perhaps the perpetual snow resting upon the highest peak of a snow-capped mountain.
Her entire aura left one utterly speechless—it was a coldness that surpassed even an iceberg beauty, evoking the absolute frost of the Antarctic interior.
Yet her figure was graceful and curvaceous, and above all, that face was so exquisitely refined it hardly seemed possible for a human to grow naturally.
Just how ridiculously gorgeous was Qin Yiqiu?
Luoyun Huan swallowed a mouthful of saliva right then and there. It was pure lust.