The Transmigration Queen - Chapter 2

Yan Qing whipped me ninety-nine times. I gave him ninety-nine filthy remarks in return.

My verbal harassment kept his humiliation climbing.

Soon, it reached 80%.

After that, it barely moved.

I guessed he was getting used to it.

He lowered the spirit whip, his face dark.

“If you insist on remaining unrepentant, do not blame your master for being ruthless.” He barked toward the space ahead. “Immortal-Slaying Formation! Activate!”

Brilliant white light flared all around us.

It enveloped me. It felt as if my skin was being flayed and my tendons torn out as my spiritual power was stripped away, bit by bit.

I screamed and collapsed at the edge of the terrace.

One inch farther back and I would fall.

Yan Qing approached. At last, his usually impassive expression softened a little. “Mo Li, if there is another life, let us never meet again.”

I looked up at him, the corners of my lips lifting into a smile.

He closed his eyes briefly, then pushed my shoulder.

I lost my balance and toppled toward the drop—

Ha! Still here!

I arched backward, bracing both hands against the edge, and held myself steady in a contorted backbend.

Peeking out from beneath my body, I gave Yan Qing a wicked smile. “Surely you remember how flexible I am?”

Yan Qing: “…”

“Ding! Mission Progress Update: Target Humiliation at 90%.”

Excellent.

Some exes were just exes. Others were a mark on your criminal record.

Clearly, I was Yan Qing’s criminal record.

His lips trembled. He probably wanted to curse.

In the end, he held it in.

Yan Qing struck at me with his palm. I rolled out of the way.

Then I reached for—

His pants.

Whoosh!

The world fell silent again.

Watching Yan Qing flail in midair with those long, pale legs exposed, I couldn’t help throwing back my head and laughing.

Hahahahaha…

“Yan Qing! I’ll show you a kind of suffering a hundred times worse than death!”

“Social death!”

“Hahahahaha!”

“Ding! Mission Progress Update: Target Humiliation at 100%…200%…”

“Ding! The mission target is approaching qi deviation. Host, please leave this plot point immediately!”

I paused and turned to look.

Sure enough, Yan Qing had lost it.

Not daring to waste a second, I turned and cheerfully jumped off the Immortal-Slaying Terrace.

I died. But not completely.

A little beggar with a tragic past offered me her body.

By the time I regained consciousness, a hundred years had passed.

“Host, your new mission is here,” the system said.

I was puzzled. “Huh? Aren’t you 001?”

“I’m 002.”

“001 says you’re too unhinged. He’s scared.”

Me: “…”

I could already tell this 002 preferred the cool, detached approach.

With perfect composure, he brought up my next mission.

Plot Point: Palace of Demons

Mission Target: Demon Lord Feng Ran

Mission: Complete any one of the following objectives:

1. 10 Regret Points
2. 10 Attraction Points
3. 10 Anger Points
4. 10 Fear Points
5. 10,000,000 Humiliation Points

My hands stopped washing my face when I saw the last one.

“What did 001 tell you?”

002’s voice was utterly flat. “You’re overthinking it, Host. Apart from the standard work handover, 001 and I do not discuss you.”

“Really?”

I didn’t believe him.

After washing the little beggar’s face clean, I casually glanced into the river.

Then I froze.

Why did this little beggar look about eighty percent like my old face??

And hadn’t I already jumped from the Immortal-Slaying Terrace? Why hadn’t the ancient demonic energy inside me awakened?

002 helpfully explained.

After hearing his account, I understood.

I’d triggered a side mission.

Mo Li, the original novel’s heroine, carried ancient demonic energy within her. The heavens and earth had changed color at her birth, and people regarded her as an ill omen.

Master Yan Qing had later brought her back to the immortal realm of Penglai and taken her as his disciple.

But Yan Qing was always going on about the lives of all under heaven. He liked the heroine while constantly condemning himself for it.

When Mo Li confessed her feelings, he pushed her away without hesitation.

Heartbroken, she left Penglai. During her travels, she saved a young man from a demonic beast’s claws.

She didn’t know he was the demon lord in disguise.

Feng Ran had initially been curious about Mo Li. The longer they spent together, the more he fell for her.

Later, Yan Qing came to fetch her himself, and Mo Li returned to Penglai.

Who knew how many more years passed…

Feng Ran’s unrequited love for Mo Li became an obsession. He found a female cultivator who looked about eighty percent like her.

He kept her locked in the Palace of Demons and had his way with her day after day. He also destroyed her cultivation, though he fed her pills to keep her alive.

Unable to bear the humiliation, the cultivator finally escaped that hell one day…

Yep.

The body I was in now belonged to that woman.

Only after I avenged her could my ancient demonic energy fully awaken.

It was her body, after all, and it was full of resentment.

I drew a deep breath. “What a goddamn mess!”

I glanced at the screen and tapped it.

“I’ll take number one.”