The Cold and Arrogant Master (Transmigration) - Chapter 1

Rong Xuan considered himself to be the very definition of a walking disaster.

Seriously.

He knew he was a tragic character.

Back in the 21st century, he’d been your textbook spoiled rich kid. Completely useless in anything that mattered—academics, sports, arts, morals—you name it, he flunked it. His only ambition in life was to eat well, drink well, and read web novels to his heart’s content. Thankfully, fate hadn’t treated him too badly. He’d been born into wealth, pampered by his parents, and lived the easy life of a second-generation rich heir. On top of that, he had the height and looks of a male lead straight out of a romance drama. Everyone who talked about Young Master Rong would shake their heads, sigh, and say, “Now that’s a rich kid just waiting around to die of comfort.”

But life’s a joke sometimes. Who could’ve guessed that after a few glasses of brandy with some equally useless buddies, he’d hit the ground and wake up in a damn cultivation world?

He wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. I mean, his name—Rong Xuan—was rare enough in his original world. Could that weird rumor actually be true? That people with the same name as characters in novels were doomed to transmigrate?

Because here he was, in another man’s story, living another man’s mess.

The original Rong Xuan—yeah, same name—was the only son of the Demon Domain’s Lord, a true descendant of a Demon God. Raised in luxury, spoiled rotten, and just as much of a slacker as Rong Xuan had been in the real world. So far, so similar.

But then… why the hell did other transmigrators get cheat codes or systems or golden fingers? Why did they level up like crazy and dominate the world, while he got nothing? Not even a jacket. He landed in the middle of a wasteland in just a T-shirt and shorts, freezing and shivering like a wet dog. Was he supposed to freeze to death or what?

Thinking it over, he figured it must be karma. Maybe it was for ditching that award-winning actress last minute, or not delivering the promised sports car to the campus belle. Either way, he must’ve pissed off the universe. Why else would he be dumped into this hellhole just as the original host’s world was falling apart?

He didn’t even get to enjoy the luxury part of this demon prince’s life—he’d only shown up just in time for the tragedy. All he’d inherited was the pain.

Just thinking about the original Rong Xuan made him want to cry. That guy was basically born to be cannon fodder. A throwaway villain in the protagonist Chu Yu’s glorious cultivation journey. A stepping stone for someone else’s enlightenment.

Now Chu Yu—he was the real deal. Famous throughout the cultivation world, not just for being stupidly powerful, but for having that cold, aloof, untouchable air. The kind of guy who looked like a god descended from the heavens—pure, distant, divine. Even his enemies praised him:

“Icy soul, jade-like pride. A being untouched by the mortal world.”

And the original Rong Xuan? He had a decent childhood—until everything went to hell. His dad got killed by one of his own underlings, a guy named Ye Ming. His mom died trying to protect him. Before she passed, she told him to find a powerful cultivator named Chu Yu. But instead of finding help, Rong Xuan got caught and dragged back by Ye Ming, who said his bl00d had some kind of magical buff. He became a literal walking bl00d bank for three years.

After he finally escaped and did find Chu Yu, did things get better?

Of course not.

Instead of becoming Chu Yu’s loyal disciple, he somehow fell in love with him, obsessed over him for decades, and eventually went mad from heartbreak. He turned into a mass-murdering lunatic and died at Chu Yu’s hand—just in time to solidify Chu Yu’s Dao heart and help him ascend.

And right now? Rong Xuan had arrived right at the moment the original was about to be dragged back by Ye Ming.

He almost knelt on the spot, pleading with the gods: “Please, take me back! I don’t want this life!”

“Yo, you little bastard. Finally caught you.”
A sharp, shrieking voice cut through the silence—like a chicken getting its neck wrung. Just hearing it made Rong Xuan’s scalp go numb.

He froze.

Of course. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

He scrambled to his feet, clapped the dirt off his shorts, and flashed a sycophantic smile at the man approaching. “Wait—uh, big bro, you’ve got the wrong guy! I’m not Rong Xuan. I—”

He stopped and did not finish his words.

God, how stupid could he be?

This was what they meant by “There’s silver hidden here!” He might as well have written “guilty” on his forehead.

And so, naturally, Rong Xuan got captured and hauled back to the Demon Domain, where he began his three-year career as a Mobile Bl00d Bank.

His new home was a damp, dark dungeon that stank of rot and mold. The air was thick with dread. His thin clothes—still just that damn T-shirt and shorts—were dirty and torn, offering no warmth. He hugged his knees, with teeth chattering, and cursed under his breath:

“Damn this book. Couldn’t even give me a proper outfit? I’m practically naked out here! This is hell!”

From the moment he was thrown into the cell, Ye Ming wasted no time. Every day, like clockwork, he came down to draw bl00d for his cultivation. Begging didn’t work. Threats didn’t work. Even fake tears got him nowhere. Ye Ming looked at him like he was insane.

“Please, just let me go! I swear I’m not the Rong Xuan you want. That guy died! I’m just some random ghost borrowing his body!”
Rong Xuan repeated this line every single day, hoping one day Ye Ming might actually believe it. In psychology, that’s called repetition exposure. Maybe it’d eventually sink in?

“Tch. You never shut up. It’s just a bit of bl00d, damn it! Can’t you come up with something new?” Ye Ming was clearly fed up. He even considered draining him dry just to get some peace.

Rong Xuan was equally frustrated. He knew the original had escaped at some point in the story—but how? Why couldn’t he remember it? If he did, he wouldn’t be here whining and shouting. He’d be gone already!

Then one day, Ye Ming came strutting in with that same disgusting grin.

“Hey brat, today I need a bit more. I’m about to level up.”

“What? You’re about to break through and you still want bl00d? I’m running on fumes here!” Rong Xuan whined and launched into his usual chant again.

“Shut up. One more word and I’ll kill you.” Ye Ming grabbed his hand and started draining his bl00d again.

“Hey, hey, careful! Leave me some at least!” Rong Xuan struggled to pull his hand back. In the scuffle, a strange leaf dropped into the bl00d container. It was something he’d found in his hand when he first woke up and he had kept in on him since then.

No one noticed, but as Rong Xuan’s bl00d splattered, the leaf soaked it up—and instantly was dissolved into the liquid, merging with his bl00d.

The session ended with Ye Ming kicking him into a corner and walking off.

Rong Xuan glared at Ye Ming the moment he turned his back and said, “With all this bl00d loss, I’d have to eat a truckload of pig liver just to recover!”

Feeling utterly defeated, his eyes wandered to the cell bars—and stopped.

The dark metal bars were glowing faintly blue.

That scene looked… familiar. His mind went blank for a second, then suddenly, like a kicked, he remembered something—this was it! The escape scene from the novel!

“Just as the original host was about to collapse, he noticed that the bl00d on the chains began to glow blue. The metal hissed as if it corroded by some immense energy and it was melting into a pool of liquid iron…”

“Oh sh1t—it’s real!”

Rong Xuan sprang to the cell door and smeared a palmful of bl00d—probably worth ten pig livers—on the bars.

Moments later, the metal began to melt.

“Haha! The author wasn’t lying!” he shouted joyfully.

With that, he pushed the door open and stumbled out into the night, his figure was soon swallowed by the darkness.