2: System Activation

"How dare you!"

Leng Yuekui's beautiful face was filled with killing intent, and a cold light burst forth from her profound, abyss-like eyes!

Her tall and voluptuous figure subtly rose and fell due to intense emotional fluctuations.

Especially the full peaks, wrapped in a wide Daoist robe, rising and falling with anger, revealing a breathtaking curve and tremor.

Just as the earth-shattering rage was about to erupt, her gaze once again met Yao Delong's eyes.

Deep within those cloudy eyes, besides the madness of a dying man and desperate longing, another scene was clearly reflected—

Eighty years ago, on the streets of that Mortal town, a young female cultivator, dressed in Sect robes, her expression cool yet with a hint of curiosity,

Forcefully pulled the hand of a small boy, covered in dirt, with timid yet cunning eyes.

Amidst the awed and confused gazes of the surrounding Mortals, she ascended on her sword, flying towards the immortal mountains in the distance... It was she who had forcibly pulled him from a potentially ordinary but stable path, dragging him into this immortal path destined to be cruel and despairing for him.

Eighty years of life like a prisoner had exhausted everything he could have possessed in the Mortal world—the joy of family, the love of a spouse, a house full of children and grandchildren... Until this moment, he was old and on the verge of death.

All he sought was a humble illusion, a man's most primal experience, one he had never had... The towering rage, as if doused with a bucket of ice water, instantly froze and solidified. In its place,

Was a heavy guilt, almost crushing her. Yes... if not for her fleeting thought back then... The violent spiritual power pressure receded like a tide, and the air in the hall remained cold, but without the destructive aura.

On Leng Yuekui's exquisite face, the frost had not dissipated, but a trace of complex, unspeakable fatigue had appeared.

She slowly closed her eyes, which could freeze all things. Her long eyelashes cast deep shadows on her jade-like cheeks.

When she opened them again, deep within those eyes, there was only a near-deathly calm, and a trace of resignation hidden beneath it.

"...So be it."

Her voice was very soft, light as a sigh, drifting in the silent hall, yet heavy as a thousand jun.

"Everything... is Karma. This is... what I, your master, owe you."

She no longer looked at Yao Delong's joyous old face, but merely said expressionlessly, in a voice so cool it carried no hint of human warmth:

"Follow me."

With that, her plain white figure drifted like a cloud, silently gliding across the pristine white jade floor,

Towards the layers of plain gauze curtains hanging at the back of the hall, separating the interior from the outside.

Yao Delong trembled like a sieve, immense ecstasy and intense nervousness intertwined, almost tearing his fragile heart apart.

He stumbled, almost crawling on all fours, following that plain white figure from behind.

Like a walking corpse, he struggled to cross that boundary line, symbolizing the Mortal world and immortal destiny, reason and taboo.

Inside the elegant sleeping quarters, the cold moonlight streamed through the window.

The air still carried Leng Yuekui's unique, cold fragrance, like a secluded orchid in a deep valley.

The subsequent process was for Yao Delong a bizarre, unreal, and somewhat humiliating memory.

Leng Yuekui stood with her back to him, her fair hand raised, slowly untying the silk sash at her waist.

The plain white Daoist robe, symbolizing the supreme authority of the Luoxia Peak master, slipped silently down her smooth, satin-like skin, like a cloud losing its support.

It piled up on the spotless floor, revealing the equally plain white, but more figure-hugging undergarment beneath.

With the undergarment removed, a perfect body, beautiful enough to eclipse heaven and earth, was fully displayed under the cold moonlight.

Icy skin and jade bones, surpassing frost and snow! The smooth and delicate lines of her back were as fluid as if carved from the finest mutton-fat white jade,

Below her abruptly slender waist, a sudden blossoming of full, plump curves created a breathtaking arc~,

Two rounded forms, like perfect full moons, gleamed with an alluring, sacred luster under the moonlight.

She did not turn around, but merely tilted her head slightly, revealing a small part of her jade-like face, which remained cool and unruffled.

Her voice was calm, without a ripple, as if stating something unrelated to herself:

"Lie down."

Yao Delong's mind was greatly shaken; the sight before him directly shocked his spiritual platform into clarity.

As if pulled by an invisible Qi mechanism, he lay rigidly on his back on the cold cloud bed.

Leng Yuekui finally turned around. The bright moonlight outlined her ethereal figure, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop sharply with her.

Her eyes were like deep, cold stars, concealing a wisp of untouchable indifference and resolve.

Without an extra movement, she stepped forward, and the cool aura swirling around her suddenly permeated the air.

The moment her form, imbued with a cool, moonlit aura, made contact,

A chilling sensation penetrated directly into Yao Delong's spiritual platform. His entire body's Qi and blood immediately stagnated!

He felt as if he had been plunged into a deep pool of profound ice, instinctively circulating his Cultivation Technique in response to the invading chill, awkwardly... Throughout the entire process, Leng Yuekui's eyes were tightly closed, her thick eyelashes trembling violently, her lips devoid of color.

The moon-frost Qi swirling around her fluctuated intensely, and her ethereal posture was rigid, like an ice peak carved from jade.

Only her slightly unsteady breathing, like subtle ripples, betrayed the difficulty of her strenuous maintenance.

Time, like sand slipping through fingers.

In just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, with an irrepressible groan from Yao Delong, the churning spiritual power within him suddenly fell silent.

What followed was immense emptiness, fatigue, and an indescribable, belated surge of intense shame that instantly engulfed him.

His body swayed slightly, his chest heaving violently, his gaze sweeping to his side—

There was only a radiance, imbued with a cool dao rhyme under the moonlight, yet devoid of all vitality... A tremendous sense of absurdity and intense self-loathing surged over him like a tide. It was over?

What he had gambled his Dao Heart on, sought at all costs... was merely such a brief, embarrassing chaos?

"Ding!"

"Detecting that the host has completed the Yin-Yang Dao Rhyme Resonance for the first time. The Yin-Yang Harmony System is activating!"

A cold, mechanical, emotionless, yet incredibly clear voice exploded in his mind.

"Ding! System binding successful!"

"Target detected: Leng Yuekui"

"Realm: Soul Transformation Stage Great Perfection"

"Affection: 20 (Original affection of 60 dropped by 40 points)"

"Ding! First Dao Rhyme Resonance with target completed, yin yang points +20! Gacha chances +1!"

Tears streamed down his withered cheeks uncontrollably. "87 years, a full 87 years, do you know how I've lived?"

I'm a fucking cripple, a cripple, a cripple! What kind of shitty place is this, shitty place, shitty place!"