Tianji Sect’s Chixiao Immortal Lord has accepted a new disciple!

Chixiao Immortal Lord is a person as cold as frost, his cultivation unfathomably deep. Countless people have wanted to become his disciple but never had the chance. This time, after roaming outside for three years, he brought back the youngest daughter of the Ling family, and even registered her as his final closed-door disciple!

It is said that the reason this Ling family girl was accepted was because she looks extremely similar to the precious disciple the Immortal Lord keeps constantly in his heart—the renowned Little Medical Immortal, Shu Tiantian.

However, dozens of li away from the lively disciple acceptance ceremony, in a dense forest, Shu Tiantian was being forced back step by step by demonic cultivators, already feeling her calves cramping.

More than thirty demonic cultivators had slaughtered all the outer sect disciples escorting Shu Tiantian; the “senior brother,” who had just moments ago been guiding her into the forest with a gentle smile, was now revealing a greedy, drooling expression toward her.

Swallowing hard, Shu Tiantian only felt that she probably had no hope of surviving.

Being transmigrated into an old-school abusive romance substitute white moonlight novel is not scary—what’s scary is that this white moonlight dies right at the beginning.

Eighteen years ago, Shu Tiantian had transmigrated at birth into this old-school angst novel, “Shizun Treats Me as a Substitute.”

However, although she clearly had consciousness, sensation, and hearing, she could only remain trapped in her body in this life like a wisp of a wandering soul. She could do nothing, say nothing—only watch as “Shu Tiantian” grew up day by day, growing into a kind-hearted but not very bright white moonlight.

She knew that after her shizun (Honored Master) wandered outside for three years, he would take in a disciple who looked similar to her—namely the female protagonist Ling Ruoshui. She knew that in those three years, Ling Ruoshui would replace her position. She also knew that on the day the female protagonist returned to the sect, in order to prevent Shu Tiantian from misunderstanding, Chixiao Immortal Lord would deliberately send her to another sect to handle matters—

Yet who would have known that on the road not far from the sect, Shu Tiantian would be captured and die at the hands of demonic cultivators.

From then on, junior sister Shu Tiantian would become an indelible scar wedged between the female protagonist, the shizun, and the fellow disciples. The shizun would blame himself for a lifetime, the entire sect would be filled with guilt, and the female protagonist who had happily entered the sect would have a bloody, barbed thorn lodged in her heart.

Clearly knowing the plot, yet Shu Tiantian could not stop anything. If she truly could only watch helplessly like this, Shu Tiantian also wished she could just die early and be reborn sooner.

But one hour before the Shu Tiantian of this life died, when she was still hoping to ascend to bliss as soon as possible, she was suddenly seized by an invisible force. When she opened her eyes again, she had control of her body—

And then was chased for ten li by a group of demonic cultivators carrying broadswords.

Inside, Shu Tiantian only wanted to curse the old heavens, but carrying her medicine chest, she had already retreated to the cliff wall—there was nowhere left to retreat.

Seeing the demonic cultivators forming a half-moon encirclement, grinning lewdly as they prepared to pounce, Shu Tiantian took a deep breath, suddenly raised the completely useless token in her hand, and shouted,

“This token was given by Chixiao Immortal Lord. Once I crush it, the Immortal Lord’s divine sense will sweep over—none of you will escape!”

The leading demonic cultivator’s smile indeed stiffened, and he glanced suspiciously at the token.

Perhaps Chixiao Immortal Lord’s name was too resounding. The demonic cultivators were indeed half-believing, half-doubting. Their gaze fixed tightly on Shu Tiantian, and suddenly they laughed.

“Relax, we won’t kill you. We just want to invite the little medical cultivator to treat our Old Ancestor’s illness and heal his injuries. If you follow our Old Ancestor, you can roam carefree and happy together—don’t you think so?”

Shu Tiantian remained unmoved, instead tightening her grip on the token. “Step back.”

The demonic cultivators’ expressions instantly became extremely unpleasant. They cautiously retreated two steps. Who would have known that the little medical cultivator would instantly throw the token in the opposite direction. While the demonic cultivators scrambled to grab it in a flurry of hands, she darted through the gap like a rabbit—

Yet before she had taken more than a few steps, that rabbit-like figure suddenly paused midair.

A chilling, sinister cold surged into Shu Tiantian’s heart, causing her to crash violently onto the ground.

Shu Tiantian’s eyes widened. With a trace of unwillingness that refused to accept death, she fainted.

When she regained consciousness again, Shu Tiantian was already lying inside a large red wooden box.

A faint cold seeped through her limbs and bones. She was shivering all over, only vaguely hearing the voices of the demonic cultivators outside,

“Tell me, aside from being a bit prettier, what’s so special about this little medical cultivator that made our Yuan Old Ancestor take such a huge risk?”

Of course Shu Tiantian knew the reason—before the plane crash in her previous life, she had finished reading this old-school abusive romance novel.

The reason Shu Tiantian was targeted by the demonic cultivators in this life was because she possessed the legendary Heavenly Yin Body.

The Heavenly Yin Body is suited for dual cultivation, thus in the cultivation world it is common for demonic cultivators to capture such women as furnac, but she happened to be the most special kind among them.

If dual cultivating with other furnace could increase cultivation, then Shu Tiantian was different—struck by heavenly lightning? Divine soul damaged? Meridians shattered? None of that was a problem. Sleep with her once and all ailments would be completely cured. She was practically a walking panacea of the Ten Great Elixirs.

Such an existence in the cultivation world could be said to be one that appears once in a thousand years—like Tang Sanzang¹Tang Sanzang (唐三藏) — the monk from the classic Chinese novel Journey to the West. In the story, his flesh is believed to grant immortality or immense spiritual power to demons who eat it. So when a character is compared to “Tang Sanzang’s flesh,” it means they are an extremely rare and valuable existence that everyone wants to seize.’s flesh.

Thus, after learning of Shu Tiantian’s physique, the demonic cultivators dared to take a huge risk and commit the crime right under Chixiao Immortal Lord’s nose.

But correspondingly, the reason the Heavenly Yin physique is rare is because such people need to rely on blazing yang energy to survive.

Chixiao shizun held a cluster of Scarlet Flame Heavenly Fire in his hand, thus he was able to accept Shu Tiantian as a disciple. But today, when accepting a new disciple, when Chixiao sent her away he was careless and did not even let her carry a single spark of the Scarlet Flame Fire.

So later, whenever Chixiao shizun recalled this matter, he was always filled with extreme guilt, regretting it endlessly…

Shu Tiantian was cold to the point of pain. Her entire body felt like a fish frozen stiff for ten days; when she exhaled, it felt as though her soul would be exhaled along with it.

The box she was lying in was somewhat like the kind used for weddings in the mortal world. Inside was even a small bronze mirror. Hearing the words, borrowing a faint trace of dawn light, Shu Tiantian barely opened her eyes and glanced at it—and instantly froze in place.

The soul she had just exhaled returned to its position.

After quite a while, she could not help but reach out to touch her own little face. Suddenly she felt her will to live return to her body—help her up, she could go on again!

During the more than ten years Shu Tiantian had been trapped in her body as a wandering spirit, she had never seen what she looked like. Strangely enough, every time she looked at her face in this life, it appeared as a blank expanse of white. Shu Tiantian guessed that this was probably some kind of restriction.

But from the reactions of those around her, she knew she was extremely beautiful, yet this was the first time she had seen it with her own eyes—

Slightly upturned peach blossom eyes misted with water, bright eyes and white teeth, radiant when she glanced about. At this moment cold sweat beaded upon her, giving her an air like a weak willow in the wind. She tried to smile; when she smiled, her crescent eyes curved sweetly, revealing two small tiger teeth, and there was even a small mole at the tip of her nose—delicate beyond measure.

Truly worthy of being the single blossom of Tianji Sect, the white moonlight whom the female protagonist could not surpass even at full gallop.

Shu Tiantian’s heart blossomed with joy, especially since in this life her brows and eyes resembled those of her previous life, as though every attribute value had been maxed out—beauty at full level sweetness. For this alone… she felt she could continue to cling to survival!

Yet the terrifying cold began to spread again through her limbs and bones, freezing Shu Tiantian until her lips trembled.

Shu Tiantian did not know where this group of demonic cultivators was going. In the original novel, Shu Tiantian’s death was only briefly mentioned. She only knew that the demonic cultivator Old Ancestor who captured her was called Yuan Jingzhi, one of the female protagonist’s future pursuers, considered a male supporting character.

Moreover, by the time Ling Ruoshui formally completed her disciple ceremony, shizun would probably only discover her disappearance very late.

Enduring and enduring, Shu Tiantian drowsily fell asleep again.

When Shu Tiantian woke up once more, she was already tightly bound, tied onto a dragon-and-phoenix mandarin-duck couch.

This was a somewhat dilapidated Niangniang Temple. Old red curtains hung down, and the broken wooden windows and pillars around made the red dragon-and-phoenix wedding bed Shu Tiantian lay upon appear especially glaring.

In the darkness, there seemed to be a sticky gaze watching her, carrying a trace of frivolous disdain,

“Tianji Sect’s number one beauty is nothing more than this—turns out to be a waste at the Qi Refining stage… not even comparable to a single finger of hers.”

The latter sentence was like a whisper, indistinct.

The demonic cultivators all bowed one after another. Following their line of sight, Shu Tiantian looked over and saw a young man in red who did not seem to match the title “Old Ancestor” at all, revealing his teeth in a smile toward her.

This one should be the highly popular male supporting character in the novel, Yuan Jingzhi—a demonic cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage. He committed every evil without restraint, yet only admired Ling Ruoshui, that little white flower, and even once blocked heavenly lightning for her.

Unfortunately, the female protagonist’s heavenly lightning was extraordinary. Yuan Jingzhi’s divine soul was thus damaged. After learning of Shu Tiantian’s special physique, he decisively set his sights on her.

Although Yuan Jingzhi’s appearance could be considered handsome, looking at that face, Shu Tiantian recalled the novel’s description of her own miserable death and almost instinctively clenched her palms tightly.

Yuan Jingzhi’s greedy gaze moved over her body. Perhaps because Shu Tiantian looked somewhat similar to Shu Ruoshui, there was an extra hint of something different in his smile,

“Miss Shu, do you know where this is? This is the Niangniang Temple closest to the entrance of the Void Abyss.”

“I wonder if Miss has heard a certain legend?”

His voice was always extremely soft and low, like he was scaring a child, to the point that Shu Tiantian did not even clearly hear the words “Void Abyss.”

“It is said that in this Niangniang Temple, every year at this time, people deliver fresh offerings. If, at midnight, the offerings make too much noise while being tortured, it will alarm the things inside the Void Abyss…”

“For the sake of your face, I’ll give you a quick end. So later, no matter how much it hurts, you must absolutely not make any—”

With a loud “bang,” the large vat beside Shu Tiantian was kicked over by her.

Yuan Jingzhi and the demonic cultivators behind him: …

The demonic cultivators suddenly burst into loud laughter, their coarse and terrifying laughter echoing through the Niangniang Temple.

Shu Tiantian withdrew the leg she had kicked out, only feeling the top of her foot cramping slightly. Just now, memories about the “Void Abyss” had suddenly surfaced in her mind, so Shu Tiantian had almost instinctively made that move.

However, movement suddenly came from outside, and the coarse laughter abruptly stopped.

Nothing is more frightening than sudden silence.

Shu Tiantian also held her breath.

Yes, Shu Tiantian suddenly remembered—if it was the Void Abyss… then this legend might be real.

Yuan Jingzhi had originally sent his subordinates to take a look, but when they did not return for a long time, he immediately frowned, glanced at Shu Tiantian, and went out as well.

While the demonic cultivators were outside checking the situation, the ropes behind Shu Tiantian were finally worn loose by her. Seeing the demonic cultivators turn around—Shu Tiantian slipped swiftly under the bed like a nimble fish.

She knew she could not escape, so she could only try hiding for a while.

But misfortune never comes singly. The familiar, terrifying chill of the Heavenly Yin body began spreading again. She could only endure the shivering cold, peering outside through the gaps of the bed.

Yet with just one glance, she froze.

At some unknown time, the full moon of the fifteenth of the eighth month had been covered by dark clouds, leaving only the faint glow of lantern light.

The demonic cultivators had hurried out to investigate the disturbance, but after searching around, they found nothing. Just as they were cursing and turning to head back—

A violent gust of wind swept past.

The sound of branches snapping rang out. A black figure appeared behind the group of demonic cultivators.

He was barefoot. Wherever he walked, bright red flames fell.

Though there was only one person, the demonic cultivators seemed to be forced back step by step by an invisible pressure.

Yuan Jingzhi’s eyes widened. He seemed to say something in terror, but no sound came out.

Amid the deathly silence, only a ghost-like hoarse voice sounded, indistinct, rasping hisses. Merely hearing that sound was like an icy snake sliding across the tip of one’s heart, sending chills through the entire body, as if some indescribable terror had seized one’s very soul.

After that hissing voice, the entire Niangniang Temple fell into deathly stillness.

Moments later, the demonic cultivators moved—

First one person picked up a blade and viciously stabbed it into the chest of the companion beside him, then three, four, five… the wet stabbing sounds made one’s scalp go numb.

Shu Tiantian instinctively shrank back slightly, hugging her medicine chest.

It was like a feast of mutual slaughter. The demonic cultivators who had just been flaunting their power at Shu Tiantian turned around and slaughtered their own companions with bloodshot eyes.

But even more scalp-numbing was that the hissing voice had already stopped. A strange melody sounded, as if someone were tapping a rhythm, humming a tune. Accompanied by the sounds of slaughter, it was as if a song were being softly sung.

With each step taken, one person would be engulfed in blazing fire.

Then… a pair of extremely beautiful bare feet stepped into the temple one step at a time, slowly stopping in front of Shu Tiantian.

In that instant, Shu Tiantian felt all the hairs on her body stand on end.

Perhaps because she was trembling too violently, the entire bed curtain was quivering slightly.

Those pale, slender hands rested on the bed curtain, and sure enough, it stopped trembling.

In the deathly silence, a trembling hand slowly stretched out from beneath the bed,

“T-treat… t-treated by h-heavenly lightning… d-divine soul d-damaged… m-meridians s-shattered… a-all… a-all at t-t-thirty percent off!”

Footnotes

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  Tang Sanzang (唐三藏) — the monk from the classic Chinese novel Journey to the West. In the story, his flesh is believed to grant immortality or immense spiritual power to demons who eat it. So when a character is compared to “Tang Sanzang’s flesh,” it means they are an extremely rare and valuable existence that everyone wants to seize.