I Transmigrated into the Abusive Master of the Male Lead - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Fine jade.

That was my first thought when I came back to my senses.

The thing beneath my hand was warm to the touch, smooth and delicate. I couldn’t help rubbing it slowly between my fingers. Then a few muffled groans came from below.

I instinctively lowered my head and looked down.

The young man was covered in crisscrossing whip marks, a Spirit-Binding Ring locked around each of his limbs. His whole body reeked of surging blood and violence.

His head hung low, and beneath his messy bangs hid a pair of golden eyes brimming with hatred.

The “fine jade” I had mistaken earlier was, in fact, the two beautiful dragon horns on his head, lustrous and moon-white.

“Cut them off.”

The System suddenly spoke.

I had been admiring how the hatred burning in the young man’s eyes made his beauty even sharper. Hearing that, I paused.

A rustling sound came from inside my mind, as if pages were being flipped.

“Yun Qi was about to cut off his dragon horns and refine them into medicine,” the System said coldly. “You are Yun Qi now. What she didn’t do, you have to finish.”

“That was our agreement.”

I nodded, gathering spiritual power in my hand.

It was a pity to cut off such beautiful horns, but who told me I had already made a deal with the System?

The original Yun Qi had accidentally awakened and learned that, in the future, the male lead would refine her into a medicinal pill. So she decided to strike first and kill him.

Then she was erased by the Heavenly Dao.

As for me, I had come to replace her as the villain.

The Heavenly Dao promised that once I completed the mission, it would reshape my body for me, with peerless cultivation thrown in as a bonus.

I had been trapped in darkness for too long. When the Heavenly Dao tossed down a single straw, I clutched it like a priceless treasure.

Only afterward, looking back, did I realize I had been scammed.

The Heavenly Dao not only wanted me to serve as the blade that tempered the male lead, it also forbade him from falling and becoming a demonic dragon as he had in the original plot. I had to help him perfect his Dao heart.

I had asked for too little in return.

I let out a long sigh. My spiritual power compressed into a thin, sharp edge and slashed toward the dragon horns with imposing force.

The dragon horns remained completely intact.

The System and I both fell silent.

This body had been molded by the Heavenly Dao in Yun Qi’s image. Its cultivation was only at Deity Transformation, not enough to break through the Dragon Clan’s innate defenses.

Ying Xun had not even felt anything. He was still glaring fixedly at me like an untamed little beast, his voice hoarse.

“I will kill you. I swear I will…”

I gripped his chin and turned his face toward me, startled to find that while his mouth was spitting threats, his body was actually trembling.

But after a moment, I understood. He was pretending.

When my fingers brushed over his lips, I saw the restless impulse in his eyes.

Like a tiny flame, there and gone in an instant.

The first time Yun Qi tried to carve a piece of flesh off him, he had nearly bitten off her finger.

But ever since his birth, Yun Qi had locked a Spirit-Binding Ring on him and placed a curse on him. From then on, he could no longer cultivate. He was no different from a mortal.

How could a mortal contend with an immortal?

He had been beaten down hard, his whole body whipped until not a patch of good flesh remained, yet even after being beaten like that, Ying Xun had gritted his teeth and refused to make a sound.

In Yun Qi’s eyes, that stubbornness only drove her into a frenzy.

She locked Ying Xun in a dark room, hung him up with ropes so he was forced into the posture of kneeling on all fours and begging for mercy, and stuffed his mouth full of chaff so he could neither close his mouth nor shut his eyes.

Drool and tears slid down his face in utter humiliation, making him look like livestock.

That degrading, filthy sight finally pleased Yun Qi. The Dragon Clan’s resilient body also became the perfect excuse for her to torture and vent her cruelty as she pleased.

Ying Xun had lived like that for nearly a hundred years. By now, he had probably blackened all the way through.

And I was supposed to redeem him?

I wasn’t a bodhisattva!

“Why haven’t you learned your lesson yet?” I wiped all the blood from my hand onto those beautiful horns. “As expected of the Dragon Clan. Your body really is indestructible.”

“That won’t be enough to stop Master, will it?” he sneered, his gaze shifting toward the whip on the floor.

I reached out, picked it up, and gave it a couple of light flicks.

The whip’s tail barely brushed him, yet it easily left two fresh red marks across his chest. Crimson stained snow-white skin, beautiful in a bewitching way.

I admired the sight at my leisure for a moment before finally lifting the restriction on him.

“Leave.”