Chapter 1: Transmigrating into a Book, The Pitiful System
Double Male Lead! Double Male Lead! Double Male Lead! Darlings, don’t eat the wrong food by mistake~ The fake substitute is not a reincarnation; they are completely different people. I’m tired of saying this, wu wu… Check the first comment for trigger warnings, or look at everyone’s comments. This story is from the shou’s perspective. I hope everyone can speak kindly. Thank you, fairy/boy babies, for understanding (ˊˋ) **
“Evil disciple!”
A white jade cup smashed against the ground, shattering into flying debris. A shard grazed past Feng Shi’s cheek, leaving behind a long, slender trail of blood.
On the bed, a sudden burst of spiritual power exploded, startling the birds outside into scattering flight.
Having just transmigrated and still unclear about the situation, Feng Shi shrank his neck at the roar. His knees went weak uncontrollably, and with a thud, he knelt down.
The atmosphere solidified.
After a long while, Feng Shi, having recovered his wits, looked up.
He saw the person on the bed with a head of white silk-like hair. On that pale face, long brows were tightly furrowed, as if enduring something intense.
His long, narrow eyes revealed a cold detachment, yet the rims were flushed red. A black mole, like a teardrop teetering on the edge, embellished the corner of his eye—placed exactly where a tear would fall.
Sweat soaked his snow-white inner robes, revealing a hint of pink beneath the white, making this person look like a white magnolia drenched in rain.
Clearly, this was a “Flower of the High Peak,” a figure of unattainable posture. Yet, at this moment, he had been ruthlessly dragged down from the altar, his clothes in disarray. His pale skin revealed an abnormal crimson flush, and his chest, covered by a thin layer of muscle, heaved up and down with discomfort.
He was stunning, beautiful, and seemingly very fragile.
This was Feng Shi’s first impression of him.
However… why did this physical profile feel a bit familiar…?
Not long ago, Feng Shi had died in a car accident. Immediately after, something claiming to be a System appeared, saying it could give him a chance at rebirth.
Feng Shi was used to living carefree and thought he still had many things left undone, so he readily agreed. He didn’t expect this broken System to skip all the important details, stamp him, and throw him directly into this place, calling it a “Newbie Test.”
Although Feng Shi didn’t know what was happening in this world right now, he steadied his mind and knee-walked forward two steps.
Committing an offense against a superior—this clearly wasn’t anything good.
He intended to make an excuse, but to his surprise, what came out of his mouth was another treasonous statement: “Master, just submit to your disciple!”
It was said with heart-wrenching emotion, enough to make listeners weep.
But damn it, that was absolutely not what Feng Shi wanted to say!
Feng Shi closed his eyes briefly. In this short amount of time, he had mostly figured it out.
He had transmigrated into a book.
Judging by Shen Songhe’s familiar appearance and the overly familiar plot unfolding right now, Feng Shi had transmigrated into a restricted, multi-male lead novel he had read not long ago. Furthermore, he had the honor of becoming the cowardly substitute junior disciple who coveted his sickly beauty of a Master.
He had stumbled upon this novel by accidentally clicking a pop-up ad while searching for keywords.
It was a “Flower Market” website, which coquettishly opened the door to a new world for Feng Shi.
With sighs and exclamations, Feng Shi had finished reading the novel titled I Am the Entire Cultivation World’s White Moonlight.
The story existed for the sake of “stewing meat” (smut). It wasn’t long, and he thought it would be a sweet treat, but it ended with a Bad Ending (BE) for everyone.
The protagonist, Shen Songhe, was a famous beauty in the cultivation world and everyone’s White Moonlight. However, he lost his Golden Core during his most spirited and youthful years, becoming half-crippled. Because of this, the beauty unfortunately was reduced to a cultivation vessel, suffering the fate of being ridden by thousands.
The author had no morals or bottom line, writing almost anything, with savory smut mixed with physical and emotional abuse.
However, the ending was actually quite decent. A group of people fought and snatched, but in the end, no one could obtain the cold and solitary Shen Songhe.
In the later stages of the story, after Shen Songhe’s Golden Core was restored, the once delicate and sickly beauty blackened in despair. He turned back and slaughtered everyone who had humiliated him.
The scum gongs died or were crippled. Shen Songhe proved his Dao through killing, ascending to the peak to enjoy boundless mana, becoming a god of slaughter devoid of emotion and desire.
With this ending, the author successfully dissolved the overwhelming resentment in the comment section.
Since he had just read it, Feng Shi remembered it quite clearly.
And right now, the Master hadn’t been defiled yet. The plot had progressed to the point where the cannon fodder junior disciple—Feng Shi—fearless of death, drugged his own Master in an attempt to force himself on him.
Thinking of this, Feng Shi felt a pang of pity for himself.
According to the original plot, as cannon fodder, he would die miserably.
Because he looked fifty percent like Shen Songhe, Feng Shi was a widely detested counterfeit. The big shots of the world used him as Shen Songhe’s substitute, only to ruthlessly discard him.
Originally, transmigrating into a book didn’t seem like a big deal.
But the critical situation now was… his soul had transmigrated, but his body was still honestly following the plot!
Feng Shi complained endlessly in his heart.
Shen Songhe’s gaze toward him was cold as frost. He covered his lips and coughed, his voice icy and deep: “If you correct your mistakes now, I might still spare your life.”
As an Immortal Lord of a sect, it was impossible for him not to have life-saving means. He was merely giving Feng Shi a chance out of sentiment, seeing that he hadn’t yet made a grave mistake.
Feng Shi nodded frantically in his heart: I’ll change! I’ll change right now, immediately!
However, in reality, his face showed a pained expression. He shook his head vigorously, refusing to correct his mistake. He knee-walked closer and grabbed Shen Songhe’s hand: “No, Master, your disciple begs you just this once!”
Beg for what?
Beg him to let you do it?
Feng Shi silently rolled his eyes, then watched helplessly as he raised a hand and slowly touched Shen Songhe’s chest.
Shen Songhe frowned, revealing a look of disgust. Before he could resist, Feng Shi grabbed his wrist and pinned him under his body.
With a flip, Feng Shi straddled the beauty’s waist. He reached out impatiently to tear open the man’s loose robes, his expression revealing a trace of madness: “Master, even if you scream until your throat breaks today, no one will come to save you.”
Pure black demonic energy spilled out from Feng Shi. While being forced to act out the plot, he frantically roasted the original host’s lines in his mind.
Just as Shen Songhe’s clothes were pulled down to his waist, revealing a lean, firm, and beautiful physique, the door behind them was suddenly kicked open with great force at that critical moment.
Translator’s notes: Happy new year! More releases this Friday (Jan 1, 2026)
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