The true path of heaven sees more loss than gain. Thus, the insubstantial overcomes the substantial, and the deficient overcomes the excessive.
Its meaning is vast, its principle profound, its interest deep, depicting the images of heaven and earth, the order of yin and yang, the origins of change, and the omens of life and death.
What follows the omens of life and death?
Yang Huan's brow furrowed in contemplation, yet no matter how hard he pondered, the subsequent sentence eluded his memory.
There is nothing truly difficult in this world, if only one is willing to relinquish their grasp.
Since he could not recall it, there was no need to dwell on it.
Yang Huan immediately waved his hand, shaking his head. Forget it, it seems the Nine Yin Manual cannot be cultivated. How about attempting the Nine Suns Divine Art?
Let's see, what is the mental cultivation formula for the Nine Suns Divine Art?
Let his strength be like the wind sweeping across the mountain. Let his arrogance be like the moon illuminating the river. Strength and arrogance shall never harm me, as long as I hold my Qi firm.
Damn it! That's the only line I remember, what's the point!
Inside his quarters, Yang Huan shed tears profusely.
The reason he was attempting to cultivate the Nine Yin Manual and the Nine Suns Divine Art was due to his transmigration.
A fever of forty-three degrees, an insurmountable ailment, had sent him directly to his demise.
He had transmigrated into the wuxia world, becoming a disciple of the Huashan Sect.
It had been half a month since his arrival, and he had patiently awaited his cheat system, his opportune advantage.
But. half a month had passed with absolutely no sign of anything.
Unsure of what to do, Yang Huan fell into a state of panic.
As a transmigrator, he was privy to the plot.
In this era, the Huashan Sect was merely a second-rate establishment.
Even the Sect Leader's martial prowess was below the Innate realm, a truly peculiar situation.
Despite the Sect Leader's less-than-stellar martial arts, his ambitions were anything but small.
He harbored a lifelong dream of dominating the martial arts world for countless generations.
To achieve this aspiration, he would sacrifice his disciples, betray his own daughter, and wield his sword to elevate his own cultivation.
That's right, the current Sect Leader of Mount Hua was none other than the renowned swordsman, Yue Buqun!
This world, however, remained a realm steeped in martial arts.
There existed the Mount Song Sect, the Northern Mount Heng Sect, the Eastern Mount Heng Sect, the Sun Moon Holy Cult, the Wudang Sect, the Beggars' Gang...
And also the God of Swords, Ximen Chuuxue, and Ye Gucheng, the master of Baiyun City.
Furthermore, there was Yan Nantian, hailed as the Best Swordsman Under Heaven.
And so on and so forth.
In addition, the cultivation realms were delineated with greater clarity, namely:
Out-of-stream, Third Level, Second Level, First Level, Houtian, Innate, Master, Grandmaster, and Celestial!
Yang Huan, as the youngest and most recent recruit to the Huashan Sect, possessed martial skills currently ranked only as second-rate.
Within the precarious climate of the Huashan Sect, his chances of survival were exceedingly slim.
Therefore, he sought to test whether the martial arts manuals he recalled from his past life might prove useful.
Yet, as it turned out, they offered little assistance.
At this very moment, despair gripped Yang Huan's heart.
Huan'er, are you asleep?
Suddenly, a female voice chimed from outside the door.
Her voice was warm and melodious, capable of evoking infinite daydreams.
Quickly composing himself, Yang Huan rose from his bed, approached the door, and opened it.
Standing outside was a breathtakingly beautiful woman, possessing a graceful figure and skin as white as snow.
Though she had reached the age of thirty-eight, time seemed to have left barely a mark upon her, making her appear no older than twenty-seven or twenty-eight.
Madam, it is growing late, you...
Yang Huan lowered his gaze, addressing her with a hint of questioning, reluctant to meet his Madam's eyes directly.
It was simply because this woman was too captivating, and Yang Huan feared he might lose control.
I noticed you hadn't eaten your dinner yet, and I was concerned you might be hungry, so I brought you some food.
Ning Zhongzhi stepped directly into the room, placing the lunchbox in her hand onto the table.
Gazing at the fragrant dishes laid out on the table, and then at the charming, gentle, and beautiful Madam, Yang Huan mused in his heart:
Thank you, Madam, you are exceedingly kind to me.
Yang Huan didn't overthink the situation and sat down, picking up his chopsticks.
He absolutely must not let his Madam's kindness go unappreciated.
After the meal was served, Ning Zhongzhi did not depart but sat beside him, observing Yang Huan.
At this juncture, Yang Huan finally perceived that something was amiss.
Based on his knowledge of The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, Ning Zhongze was indeed a virtuous Madam who deeply cared for her disciples.
Delivering food in the dead of night was one thing, but why was she still lingering after setting the food down?
Reflecting on the entirety of The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, it seemed Ning Zhongzhi had never personally delivered meals to anyone before, right?
Even her most cherished disciple, Linghu Chung, had his meals brought by his junior disciples.
Yang Huan ceased his movements, turned to face his madam, and inquired, “Madam, are you looking for me? Do you require something?”
Yet, at this precise moment, Yang Huan could discern a distinct hesitation within Ning Zhongzhi’s eyes.
This, in turn, only deepened Yang Huan’s bewilderment, prompting him to ponder internally,
“Huan’er, what are your thoughts on me?”
After a considerable pause, Ning Zhongzhi finally mustered the courage to pose the question.
Upon hearing this inquiry, Yang Huan was taken aback.
A closer inspection of the Madam’s attire today revealed…
Witnessing her current state, Yang Huan understood that Ning Zhongzhi had made a deliberate effort to dress up!
Her usual modest clothing had been replaced by a pink dress, complemented by rouge on her cheeks and lipstick adorning her lips.
“Madam Ning… you…”
Yang Huan found himself momentarily speechless, such a move by Ning Zhongzhi had come entirely out of the blue.
A rather audacious notion began to form in his mind, though he himself struggled to accept it.
After all, Ning Zhongzhi’s original disposition was certainly not anything like this!
However, at this juncture, Ning Zhongzhi directly seized Yang Huan’s collar, pulling his entire form close, their faces mere inches apart.
“Huan’er, what do you think of my appearance?”
“As beautiful as a celestial fairy!” Yang Huan responded without a moment’s delay.
“Then, do you like me?”
“Yes, I like Madam.”
“Then, do you dare to sleep with me?”
“Huh? This is…”
Yang Huan stood stunned, his entire perception of reality fracturing into countless pieces.
The legendary kind, benevolent, and compassionate Lady Ning, a rare heroine of the martial arts world, was actually… a harlot!
What else could this be if not prostitution?
Actually, actually, to be precise, it couldn’t exactly be termed seduction…
It felt more akin to coercion than outright temptation…
So, the question now was relevant.
The beautiful madam had taken the initiative to invite me into her embrace. What should be the course of action?
[Ding! Host detected, Evil Deeds System binding in progress!]
[Ding! Evil Deeds System has been successfully bound.]
[Evil Deeds System: You can earn rewards by completing various evil deeds.]
As someone who had transmigrated, Yang Huan immediately grasped the typical modus operandi of such a system.
In essence, one could accumulate merit simply by engaging in wicked acts.
