Category: Transformed into a Female Villain, But Captured by My Beautiful Girl Disciples

5. The Sudden Assassin

In the end, Gong Yiling only dragged herself out of the water when she felt dizzy and dehydrated from soaking too long.

However, her original clothes had been taken away by Qiu Shui at some point, and in their place, hanging on the clothes rack, was a set of winter clothes.

“The Young Palace Master seemed to be feeling cold, so this servant had someone bring warmer clothes,” Qiu Shui explained, still standing ten steps away as ordered. “If the Young Palace Master is not satisfied, this servant will fetch other clothes.”

“No need, no need.”

Gong Yiling, taking advantage of the lingering warmth from her bath, picked up the clothes with satisfaction.

However… she soon discovered a more serious problem.

How did these clothes go on?

Which piece to wear first, then which next, and the intricate details of how to wear each piece.

For Gong Youwei, who lived in a world of winter sweaters and down jackets, and summer t-shirts and shorts, this was an extremely difficult problem.

After fiddling for a while, she finally turned to Yin Qiushui, who seemed to be on the verge of speaking.

“Um, Qiu Shui, come and dress this Palace Master.”

At this point, she had to act confident and not let anyone see that she didn’t know how to wear these clothes.

“As you command.”

With Yin Qiushui’s help, Gong, the great virgin, quickly finished dressing.

During the process, she had originally intended to memorize how to wear the clothes, but she was soon defeated by the complicated steps and the ribbon designs of the ancient female attire.

Well, she decided she wouldn’t take these clothes off. She would wear them to sleep, wear them everywhere, practically glue them to her body.

Thinking this, she glanced at herself in the bronze mirror as she walked past.

The outfit was a light blue Confucian skirt paired with a light pink silk top, covered by a translucent gauze shirt and a furry vest. It wrapped her body snugly, completely eliminating the previous alluring feeling.

Instead, it exuded a sense of lively and gentle beauty.

And after the bath, her makeup was completely gone. Her cherry lips and innocent face no longer had the previous mischievous and seductive air.

Hmm… actually, looking closely, she seemed more pleasant without makeup.

Then she wouldn’t wear makeup anymore. She didn’t know how to apply it anyway.

However, seeing herself properly dressed and groomed, Gong Yiling couldn’t help but feel a sense of detachment.

The feeling of not being herself, yet being herself, welled up in her heart. She couldn’t help but reach out and touch the person in the mirror.

Her fingers met a cool, moist surface.

“Heh…”

She suddenly laughed.

Youyuan, oh Youyuan, if you knew I had become her, would you laugh at me?

Or… have you already forgotten me, your older brother who never spoke up for you…

“Young Palace Master?”

For some reason, Qiu Shui felt a surge of sadness emanating from the Young Palace Master and couldn’t help but ask.

As soon as she spoke, Gong Yiling collected herself and shook her head at Qiu Shui with a smile. “It’s nothing. Take this Palace Master to dinner.”

“As you command.”

After all the commotion, Gong Yiling was indeed starving.

Fortunately, this so-called demonic sect had decent food. There were no bizarre dishes like stargazy pie or jellied eels—a combination of yin and yang that ultimately resulted in something… unsettling.

—Not that there would be such dishes in this world.

A table full of delicious food, but she was the only one eating. The entire room, except for her and the two maids standing there, was so empty it made her stomach ache.

According to Qiu Shui, the Palace Master of the Blood Orchid Palace, her mother, had taken almost all the hall masters and sect masters to the meeting place to… well, have a showdown.

The remaining members of the Blood Orchid Palace were responsible for her safety, the Young Palace Master’s, in case of any sneak attacks. So, they were all stationed outside the palace walls.

Hearing this, Gong Yiling immediately ordered the two maids to join her at the table.

It was an order, and refusal was not an option.

Even though the two maids felt it was inappropriate, they had to comply.

“Today’s Young Palace Master is completely different from usual,” the other maid, who seemed to be called Chun Lian, said as she cleared the table, unexpectedly voicing her thoughts.

“How is she different?”

“Chun Lian can’t say.”

“Is it for better or worse?”

Chun Lian blurted out, “For better.”

As soon as she said this, Qiu Shui helplessly knocked her on the head. “Silly, are you saying the Young Palace Master wasn’t good before?”

“Eh, Chun Lian didn’t mean that…”

“Then why did you answer that way? The Young Palace Master was deliberately setting a trap for you.”

“Ah!?”

Watching the two maids with their different appearances interact, Gong Yiling, who had been feeling somewhat melancholic, couldn’t help but laugh.

She jumped down from her chair and beckoned to Qiu Shui, who was smiling wryly. “Qiu Shui, accompany this Palace Master for a walk after dinner to aid digestion. Let her handle all this by herself. It’s a lesson for her to learn that some things shouldn’t be said at any time.”

“Chun Lian understands, wu…”

“Qiu Shui obeys.”

That night, the sky held a spectacle rarely seen in modern cities.

A starry sky, a bright moon, and the twinkling star Ziwei, as if something destined was about to happen tonight.

—All of the above was from the original text written by her sister. After all, how could she, a science student, know which star Ziwei was?

This passage happened to be the description of the night when the female lead, Yan Chuyue, first encountered the injured and pursued male lead, Jiang Chenmo.

She simply borrowed those words and casually recited them.

As for the purpose of the walk, it was to truly experience the reality of this world.

Whether willingly or not, she would live in this place for an unknown number of years, and incidentally, reverse her destined death.

Being killed by the male and female leads together was a bit too pathetic—

Suddenly, the wind shifted in a split second!

Gong Yiling instinctively sensed the imminent danger.

That chilling killing intent locked onto her—an assassin!?

At the same time, Qiu Shui’s voice rang in her ear, “Young Palace Master, be careful!”

But there was nothing in front of her. The only possible danger was behind her.

Someone actually dared to attempt an assassination while the Palace Master was away and the inner palace was empty. And she, at this moment, was practically a cripple with no true energy.

—Damn it, was the heavens playing a joke on her? Was this what the twinkling Ziwei star foretold?

Gong Yiling instinctively turned around, raising her arms to protect her neck and chest from the impending attack.

But at that moment, she saw Qiu Shui jump in front of her, taking the assassin’s sword straight through her chest.

…What?

4. Hot Water Bath, My Dream!

On the way to the bathhouse, Yin Qiushui felt that the Young Palace Master was…

Perhaps not quite right in the head today.

Since Gong Yiling was going to bathe, she simply tied her clothes haphazardly across her chest and hips, running like an exhibitionist through the relatively empty courtyard corridors.

—Because it was cold!

By the time she arrived at the bathhouse, having used her true energy for a swift entrance, she saw the Young Palace Master had already tossed her clothes aside and was bending over, scooping water from the petal-filled pool with her hand, seemingly checking the temperature.

After confirming it was suitable, the Young Palace Master flipped into the water with a sigh of extreme satisfaction.

If the weather wasn’t so cold, she could have just wiped off the tea stains and been done with it.

But in this freezing weather, she had been lying naked in her room for so long, her body was icy cold, and even her mind felt sluggish. She desperately needed hot water to warm up.

The moment the hot water touched her skin, she couldn’t help but shiver.

Perhaps still not used to this body, Gong Yiling felt the warmth flowing through every part of her—the strange sensation was probably the difference between tickling herself and being tickled by someone else.

However, the warm water, combined with the misty steam and the fragrant scent of petals filling the bathhouse, quickly suppressed the strange feeling, replaced by a long-awaited comfort and the satisfaction of her needs.

A thousand words could be summarized into one:

Bliss.

“Young Palace Master usually dislikes petal baths. Are you interested in trying one today?”

Just as Gong Yiling spread her arms, leaning against the edge of the pool in a boss-like posture, Qiu Shui’s voice came from behind her.

“I don’t like petal baths?”

Gong Yiling muttered in confusion, “The book didn’t mention that…”

“What did you just say, Young Palace Master?”

Realizing she had misspoken, Gong Yiling immediately turned around to explain, “This Palace Master’s preferences are not for you to understand… Why aren’t you wearing any clothes!?”

What made Gong Yiling blush and quickly turn back, even submerging half her head in the water, wasn’t the sight of the maid completely naked.

It was Yin Qiushui wearing only a single layer of clothing. Her ample bosom strained against her undergarment, making the lower hem appear much looser.

From her previous angle, she had basically seen everything she should and shouldn’t have seen, and the nosebleed she had just stopped seemed to threaten to start again.

“Why does the Young Palace Master ask?” Yin Qiushui calmly countered. “This servant needs to attend to your bath.”

“Does that require taking off your clothes?”

“Outer garments, if wet, need to be changed in this servant’s quarters, which is troublesome. Undergarments are worn beneath and no one can tell if they are wet.”

Yin Qiushui’s face and body were already splashed with water, but she said nonchalantly, “This servant has always done it this way. Why does the Young Palace Master care about this today?”

As she spoke, she continued to kneel, reaching out to give Gong Yiling a hand massage.

However, how could Gong, the great virgin, endure such stimulation?

She quickly waved her hands at the person behind her. “No need for attendance. Go put on your clothes and stand ten steps away. I can wash myself.”

To prevent Yin Qiushui from doing anything else unexpected, she added, “This is an order.”

“This servant obeys.”

The rustling of clothes soon came from behind.

Once the sound had mostly subsided, Gong Yiling carefully confirmed with her peripheral vision before allowing her racing heart to calm down.

Although she thought that since she was now a woman, it shouldn’t matter if she saw another woman’s body.

But she couldn’t help it; she just couldn’t get over it.

…

…

Time slowly passed.

In the vast bathhouse, only the occasional sound of flowing water could be heard.

Having soaked for too long and feeling slightly dizzy, Gong Yiling, reluctant to leave the hot water, began to look for something to do.

After thinking about it, the only person she could interact with was the maid.

Speaking of which…

She knew the maid’s name was Qiushui for a reason.

Among the maids of the Blood Orchid Palace described by Gong Youyuan, only Yin Qiushui had a surname because she was a spy deliberately planted in the Blood Orchid Palace by the righteous sect.

This spy would later play a crucial role in several attacks by the Blood Orchid Palace against the Daoist mountain.

In the end, after her identity was exposed, she chose to stay and willingly die at Gong Yiling’s hands.

Perhaps during their long interaction, a genuine master-servant or even friendship had developed between the two girls of similar age.

“Qiu Shui.”

Thinking of this, Gong Yiling suddenly had the urge to tease her.

“This servant is here.”

“Do you remember how you came here?”

Qiu Shui frowned slightly, but answered calmly, “This servant was almost assaulted by villains while selling herself to bury her father. It was the Young Palace Master who passed by, saved this servant, and brought her into the Blood Orchid Palace.”

“The Blood Orchid Palace is a notorious demonic sect. Do you regret entering the palace?”

“The righteous sects are not entirely clean either.”

The little girl was putting on a good act.

Fortunately, she knew everyone’s true identity, practically possessing the official cheat of omniscience. Otherwise, she might have been fooled.

“If this Palace Master gave you a sum of money now and set you free, would you leave?”

A flicker of surprise flashed across Qiu Shui’s calm eyes. “Why would the Young Palace Master say such a thing?”

“It’s simply that Qiu Shui is of age to experience love,” Gong Yiling said with a hint of amusement in her voice. “There’s no such opportunity in this Blood Orchid Palace.”

“Qiu Shui’s life was saved by the Young Palace Master, and she will always belong to the Young Palace Master.” Yin Qiushui’s declaration came exceptionally quickly. “Only when the Young Palace Master drives Qiu Shui away will she leave.”

“Is that so?”

Gong Yiling turned around, resting her chin on the edge of the pool, and added with a smile, “Then we have an agreement. Qiu Shui must never betray this Palace Master for the rest of her life.”

Yin Qiushui, not far away, saw her breathtakingly beautiful smile, a smile that no one in the world could surpass, and her heart was filled with a mix of complex emotions.

“Never… betray.”

Hearing the girl’s words, spoken with an unknown mix of emotions, Gong, the great virgin, turned back with a good mood.

She didn’t really believe that a single sentence could sway the girl.

It was just casual conversation to pass the time and get used to speaking with this awkward-sounding voice.

Why did authors always give female antagonists these seductive voices that could capture the hearts of all? Wouldn’t it be better to be a normal, silly girl?

3. The Unreliable System

Gong Yiling didn’t wake up until evening, roused by the cold.

In her dream, she saw herself back in her younger sister’s room, a place she rarely visited. She watched her sister, whom she only saw during the New Year holidays, diligently writing at her computer desk.

Suddenly, she felt a chill, and then saw her sister turn around and give her a meaningful smile.

In the full-length mirror beside her, her own pectoral muscles grew larger and larger, and her hair grew longer and longer…

“Achoo!”

Waking up, Gong Yiling couldn’t help but sneeze loudly, then grabbed the clothes beside her and wrapped them around herself haphazardly.

Damn it, it’s the middle of winter, and this Young Palace Master is wearing so little. Is she trying to put on an ice sculpture exhibition?

She sniffed and touched her nose, finding it dry and slightly wet. Looking closely, she realized she had a nosebleed.

Considering she was a twenty-year-old virgin before transmigrating, the kind who hadn’t even watched adult films, the impact of a perfect female body was indeed a bit much for her.

If she could just try touching those two lumps on her chest… cough, cough!

Stop, stop, she wasn’t so depraved as to… herself.

Besides, now wasn’t the time to think about such things.

Although she didn’t know how she managed to transmigrate to such a place after dying suddenly, since she was here, she had to think carefully about what to do.

This book, as a female-lead fantasy novel, didn’t intend to preach any grand principles. It simply depicted the story of a transmigrated female lead with a magical medical space gradually growing into a peerless divine physician, her cultivation level rising to the Divine Venerable realm, and working together with the male lead to uphold justice and protect the world.

Actually, after seeing the past between the male protagonist, Jiang Mochen, and Gong Yiling, she had disliked the male lead.

Just like the standard male lead template in female-oriented novels, he entered the Daoist mountain with his own agenda, indifferent to anything other than revenge. He only had a simple sense of camaraderie with Gong Yiling, and that feeling vanished like smoke after Gong Yiling revealed her bloodline power.

Such a heartless person falling in love at first sight with the female lead, Yan Chuyue, was a dramatic contrivance, and he didn’t even show much care for her.

Their romantic relationship was probably the most criticized aspect of the entire story.

Now, two paths lay before her.

One was to follow all the plot points she knew, completely adhering to the original script, and treating herself as the real Gong Yiling.

However… she didn’t have any intention of role-playing. Even if she did, she should play Jiang Mochen, portraying him as she thought he should be.

In other words, “Here’s the pen, you write it yourself.”

As for the other path, it was an expansion of the previous sentence.

Create a Gong Yiling who acts true to herself.

Of course, she didn’t even hesitate before choosing the second path.

The reason was simple.

She had always been someone who followed a predetermined path. Her life had been decided by her father long ago.

Attend a prestigious high school, attend a prestigious university, become a mechanical engineer, and then work for her father’s company.

It was precisely because she was such a person that she couldn’t understand her mother and sister’s actions. From her perspective at the time, it was simply the stupidest thing to do.

But… time always tells. She didn’t understand her sister back then and blindly took sides, and she wasn’t without responsibility in the matter.

If she had another chance, perhaps she…

“Host has chosen a path, triggering the main questline: An Unknown Tomorrow.”

Suddenly, a bunch of strange words were inserted into her mind.

“This phase-type main questline has three main tasks:

1. Investigate and resolve why you currently have no true energy.

2. Investigate why you didn’t die at the foot of Daoist Mountain.

3. Choose whether to prevent your mother’s death. This task has no impact on the final reward regardless of the choice, but it will affect the development of the subsequent story.

Note: The tasks are only non-essential factors guiding your survival in this world. All decision-making power rests with the host.”

“What is this… a system?”

Gong Yiling was stunned.

She could roughly tell that this voice was the kind of thing often seen in system novels, but…

Wasn’t this a bit too simple?

This system was, in a sense, the same kind of cheat as Yan Chuyue’s medical space, but besides telling her what to do next… it was completely useless.

The name of the main questline sounded nice, though…

“Is… is there any other special hint? At least tell me if my current combat power can defeat a cow or something.”

As Gong Yiling was pondering this, two sets of footsteps approached outside, finally stopping at her door.

“Young Palace Master, it’s time for dinner. We are here to escort you to the dining hall.”

Gong Yiling quickly got up from the floor, but she wasn’t wearing any clothes yet. As she stood up, she shivered and accidentally pulled the tablecloth off the table.

The tea and other items on the table crashed onto her.

With a yelp of “Oh crap!” and a series of clanging sounds, Gong Yiling fell to the ground again.

Why did this body feel so inexplicably weak?

“Young Palace Master?”

The commotion immediately prompted the two maids to open the door, but the scene before them left them dumbfounded.

Their Young Palace Master was lying on the floor next to the chair, half-naked, rubbing her aching lower back.

Completely oblivious to her partially exposed breasts, the tea had soaked her hair, dripping down her wet bangs onto her neck, and then slowly sliding down to certain… revealing areas.

She looked incredibly alluring.

“You… what are you doing?”

“Uh… I, this Palace Master was changing clothes,” Gong Yiling stammered, “and then, I accidentally stepped on the tablecloth, and this happened.”

She hurriedly stood up, and the clothes she hadn’t been wearing properly fell off completely, making the two maids in front of her blush.

“Ah!”

Noticing this, Gong Yiling instinctively covered her crotch, but when she touched it, she couldn’t find her… you know.

Oh, right.

I don’t have one!

No, it should be that I used to have one, but it ran away from home.

Then it’s fine. I don’t have one, so why should I be shy?

“We’re all women, what are you blushing about? It’s not like you’re the ones naked.” Gong Yiling’s attitude suddenly became arrogant. She waved her hand “casually.” “Hey, you, Qiu Shui, take this Palace Master to take a bath. I’ll eat after I’m clean.”

2. A Few Things About the Young Palace Master’s Fainting Spell

After repeatedly confirming that the current situation wasn’t a dream, Gong Yiling couldn’t help but press a hand to her forehead.

Recently, she had been engrossed in researching a mechanical engineering project, pulling all-nighters for almost half a month. She had just submitted the project two days ago, and suddenly found herself with nothing to do. Her roommate, wanting her to relax, had recommended this book.

And for the past two days, instead of getting some much-needed rest and reducing the dark circles under her eyes, she had spent two more nights reading.

Before losing consciousness, she vaguely remembered her heart racing, her body covered in cold sweat, a feeling similar to what she experienced after high-intensity exercise. Before she could react, her hands and feet turned icy cold, her heart rate plummeted, and finally, she experienced difficulty breathing and blurred consciousness…

As expected, she had probably died suddenly.

So, the saying that staying up late can make you immortal is, in a sense, correct.

However, things like dying and transmigrating probably only happen to people who can win the lottery with a single ticket. It’s recommended that other students avoid staying up late all the time; dying from it wouldn’t be worth it.

After more or less understanding the situation, Gong Yiling let out a long sigh. The first thing she did was ask the two red-clad maids beside her, “What year is it?”

The first thing to do was to confirm.

If this truly was the world of the book, then how far had the story progressed?

Gong Yiling’s childhood was recounted in the male lead’s flashback. Her official appearance in the main story was around chapter two hundred. That year… she remembered, it was the 1237th year of the Jinghua Calendar.

“In reply to the Young Palace Master, this year is the 1233rd year of the Jinghua Calendar.”

Four years ago…

Relying on her sensitivity to numbers, Gong Yiling immediately determined that this year should be the year of the first joint alliance of the major evil sects, and also the time when the female protagonist of the book transmigrated into this world.

Speaking of which, the maid had just mentioned Pei Luan Palace. That… if she remembered correctly, it should be one of the evil sects, far inferior in status to the Pear Blossom Blood Orchid Palace.

This point in time was probably just before the alliance meeting, when Pei Luan Palace was trying to curry favor with the Pear Blossom Blood Orchid Palace, hoping to gain more influence.

“Until sunrise tomorrow morning, no one is allowed to enter my chambers. Violators will be killed without mercy.” Gong Yiling wasn’t sure if this was Gong Yiling’s usual tone of voice.

In order to give herself time to adjust, she could only imitate Gong Yiling’s wording, pretending to reprimand the two maids.

“Understood.”

The two maids agreed and were about to walk out the door without any questions.

However, just as the two maids were about to leave, Gong Yiling, who had finally remembered one of the maid’s names, suddenly spoke.

“Qiu Shui, wait a moment before you go.”

“Is there anything else, Young Palace Master?” Qiu Shui turned around and responded to Gong Yiling’s question with a cold expression.

At this moment, Gong Yiling was racking her brains for an excuse to fool her.

“Don’t ask why, just take me for a walk around the palace.”

After taking a deep breath, she commanded in an unquestionable tone.

…

…

Strictly speaking, it was because Gong Yiling herself didn’t know where her chambers were.

The main hall of the Pear Blossom Blood Orchid Palace was vast, comparable to a small city, and the main hall she was currently in should be located around the center of the Blood Orchid Palace.

But even if she knew the general direction, the novel didn’t mention where her sleeping and cultivation chambers were.

Fortunately, with her current status, she could command everyone in the palace. To find out where she lived, she only needed a little trick.

“Qiu Shui, how many years have you served me?”

“Two years.”

“Then you should be very familiar with the layout of the Blood Orchid Palace. I’ll test you.”

“Please test me, Young Palace Master. Qiu Shui will not disappoint you.”

With this sentence, Gong Yiling easily found her living quarters, which were in a courtyard not far behind the main hall.

Of course, besides that, she also learned the locations of the bathhouse, kitchen, armory, library, merit hall, reception hall, and guest rooms—as long as Qiu Shui hadn’t misremembered, that was roughly the layout.

After sending Qiu Shui away again, Gong Yiling immediately locked the door to her chambers from the inside. Then, as if overcome with anxiety, she clutched her wildly beating heart and slowly slid down the wall.

“What is this…”

Once bitten by a snake, one is afraid of well ropes for ten years. Gong Yiling felt like she might die from excessive anxiety again.

However, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

First, the book she transmigrated into wasn’t a realistic novel where everyone was normal.

Second, the character she became wasn’t an ordinary person, but a genuine leader of an evil sect.

So why was she so nervous that her heart was racing, and the pain from hitting her head hadn’t subsided yet?

Logically speaking, a cultivator of Gong Yiling’s level should have a pretty hard head, right?

That bump should have broken the chair armrest, regardless of its material.

With these two questions in mind, Gong Yiling slowly spread her hands and recited the name of a cultivation technique that appeared around chapter four hundred: “Hunyuan Demonic Art, Blood Lotus Fall.”

Nothing happened.

She tried several other named demonic cultivation techniques, but still, there was no effect, and she couldn’t feel even a trace of true energy flowing within her body.

“Damn it…”

Gong Yiling was puzzled to find that she seemed unable to use any demonic arts.

This feeling of knowing she possessed incredible power but being unable to use it immediately overshadowed the slight disorientation she felt from suddenly arriving in this unfamiliar world.

However, it was also because of her concern about her true energy that Gong Yiling developed other curiosities about herself—such as what she currently looked like.

Previously, she had only briefly confirmed in the mirror that her eyes were identical to the star-like crimson eyes in the illustration. Now, standing in front of the full-length bronze mirror, she saw a woman whose beauty was in no way inferior to the illustration.

A cascade of brown hair like a waterfall, a breathtakingly beautiful face that, accentuated by red lips and enchanting light purple makeup, revealed a hint of bewitching charm. Below her neck were delicate collarbones fully exposed, and she wore a purple wide-sleeved long dress that seemed easy to remove.

Even with her clothes on, she could tell that she had a curvy figure. As a sixteen-year-old girl, such a figure was already exceptional, and if she took off her clothes…

Wait a minute?

Take off her clothes…

Gong Yiling was suddenly taken aback by a certain wicked, lecherous thought that popped into her head, and couldn’t help but gulp.

Since she was already here, even if it was a dream, she should at least bring back some memories, right?

Off with the clothes!

The clothes were as easy to remove as she had expected. After stripping naked and glancing at the bronze mirror…

Two streams of red spurted from the woman in the mirror’s nose. Then, her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed to the ground once more.

1. The stories in books can also become reality.

“Thud…”

In the dimly lit palace, a woman, who had been dozing with her cheek resting on her hand, suddenly tilted her head and fell, her head hitting the chair beside her with a loud bang.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch…”

As if awakened from a dream, the woman covered her bruised head, muttering to herself, and struggled to get up from the floor.

Seeing her disheveled state, the maids on both sides hurried forward to help her up. One of them asked timidly, “Young Palace Master, are… are you alright?”

“I’m…”

At this point, Gong Youwei suddenly froze.

What did they just call him? Young Palace Master?

This term, which seemed to only exist in novels, ancient texts, and television dramas, had unexpectedly appeared in his ears.

“Am I… No, that’s not right!”

Gong Youwei then noticed that his voice sounded… three parts charming, three parts cold and arrogant, three parts ethereal, and one part silly (in his own opinion).

But that wasn’t the point. The point was, how could he, a man, produce such a distinctly feminine voice!?

“A dream… Is this a dream?” Gong Youwei opened his eyes, and everything before him solidified his first impression.

It was a main hall in the style of ancient Eastern architecture. Two dragon-shaped pillars stood on each side, and the only light source came from the weak candle flames inserted into the dragon pillars, making the room appear very dim.

This was truly a place he had absolutely no memory of.

If he had to say there was any connection, it seemed remarkably similar to a scene from a book he had just read a few days ago.

“Young Palace Master, what dream were you having just now?” Hearing this, the maids on both sides continued to fuss over him. “Was the calming tea sent from Pei Luan Palace ineffective…?”

“What calming…”

Suddenly, the woman stopped rubbing her head.

A look of confusion and astonishment flashed across Gong Youwei’s crimson eyes. His gaze quickly swept over the room, searching for anything that might be useful at this moment, finally landing on a mirror placed on the table.

Ignoring the maids’ inquiries, Gong Youwei immediately ran forward and picked up the mirror. When he saw the person reflected in it, he seemed to understand.

Simply put, he had transmigrated.

To add a few more strokes, he had transmigrated into a novel.

To be more precise, he had become a female character in the book, and that person was the current biggest boss in the ongoing story, the Young Palace Master of the Pear Blossom Blood Orchid Palace, Gong Yiling.

As for the connection between Gong Youwei and this book… there was indeed some connection.

The author of this book was his younger sister, Gong Youyuan, who had dropped out of high school long ago, convinced that she could become a novelist.

His mother supported his sister’s decision, but his father felt that it was simply playing with her future.

Because of this, the couple had quarreled frequently. Although it didn’t ultimately lead to divorce, his mother, in order to support his sister, chose to move with her to their old, unsold house, even though she couldn’t persuade his father.

This family was actually only one step away from falling apart.

This also led to a strained relationship between Gong Youwei and his sister, Gong Youyuan.

Gong Youwei always felt that it was his sister’s willfulness that had caused the family to become like this. Although this sentiment wasn’t reflected in his actions, it made him instinctively resistant to anything his sister wrote.

Until a few days ago, his roommate suddenly recommended a fantasy novel to him, and the author was his younger sister’s pen name.

White Rose, that was the girl’s favorite flower when she was little.

“What’s there to see in something written by that girl?”

Although Gong Youwei said this, he still remembered the title of the book.

Late at night, he opened the book, wanting to find any flaws in it so he could pose as an expert in the comments section and criticize it harshly.

However, his plan was foiled as soon as he started the first step.

He spent two nights reading the over one thousand chapters that had been published so far. After finishing it, he completely lost his initial intention, only marveling at his sister’s writing skills and literary talent, truly believing she had the potential to write fantasy web novels.

Especially in terms of character development, his favorite wasn’t the male or female lead, but the antagonist, Gong Yiling.

In the book, Gong Yiling was both the second female lead and the female antagonist. She was an orphan who grew up with the male lead, also an orphan, and cultivated together at Zixu Mountain of the Tianli Hundred Paths Mountain, vowing to punish evil, uphold justice, and oppose the greatest evil sect, the Pear Blossom Blood Orchid Palace.

However, coincidentally, Gong Yiling was actually the daughter of the previous Palace Master of the Pear Blossom Blood Orchid Palace. At the time, because the previous Palace Master was seriously injured and couldn’t travel too far with her newborn daughter, she left the baby girl at the foot of the mountain gate.

When the male and female leads were twenty-two years old, they went down the mountain together to fight evil, but were ambushed by bandits. In a moment of desperation, Gong Yiling unleashed an evil technique, an ancient cultivation method engraved in the bloodline of the Gong family, instantly sucking everyone present, except the male lead, dry.

As a result of this incident, the male lead mistakenly believed that she was a spy planted by the Gong family in the righteous sect and reported the matter directly to the sect elders.

It was because of the male lead’s foolish actions that the second female lead had her cultivation base abolished and her meridians severed in front of everyone, before being thrown off a cliff to die.

When he saw this part, Gong Youwei was so angry that he almost exploded. Although he had the omniscient perspective and the male lead didn’t actually know that the second female lead was unaware of her own identity, it was still necessary to curse him a few times.

However, eight years later, Gong Yiling, for some unknown reason, wasn’t torn apart by wild beasts. Instead, she became the Young Palace Master of the Pear Blossom Blood Orchid Palace, leading the evil sect members in causing trouble everywhere with a glamorous and beautiful demeanor.

After the previous Palace Master was assassinated, she became the Palace Master and acted like a demon, conquering countless peaks of the Hundred Paths Mountain.

But she herself never indiscriminately killed. The evil sect she commanded mainly focused on crippling their opponents’ ability to act, and even after conquering a peak, they never massacred anyone.

Because of her stunning beauty depicted in the illustrations, her decisive methods, and her daring personality, she was extremely popular among the readers.

Beautiful, cold, and arrogant, unparalleled in the world, and even possessing a certain stubborn principle, what man wouldn’t be captivated by such a domineering woman?

When she confronted the male and female leads and was ambushed and killed by the righteous sect, her words lamenting her innocence even moved Gong Youwei, a grown man, to tears.

But… just because you’re captivated doesn’t mean that he, Gong Youwei, has to become her, right?