The Villain Fox's Sickly Beauty Master - Chapter 1
Chapter 1: I Can’t Kill Him…
This was Jiang Jinheng’s first day regaining control of her body.
Her gaze swept over the young men and women in front of the sect’s main hall, all filled with curiosity and hope for the future. She easily spotted two particularly prominent individuals among them.
“Is he Mo Tong?”
Among the nearly a thousand new disciples, only one seemed to be illuminated by a faint golden light, though only Jiang Jinheng could see it.
“That’s right, Host. He is the Son of Fortune for this small world, similar to the protagonist in some stories. He comes with a halo, and the Heavenly Dao protects him in everything he does, ensuring his success.”
“Then that Heavenly Dao must truly be blind.”
The System didn’t refute Jiang Jinheng’s complaint, as what she said was essentially true.
Jiang Jinheng remembered practically nothing except her name.
The entity residing in her Sea of Consciousness introduced itself as System 007 from the Time and Space Administration’s Supervision Department.
It explained that ever since the Administration broke away from the control of the high-dimensional main god, their Director had established this Supervision Department specifically to resolve issues caused by a “Heavenly Dao” that overly favored the Son of Fortune for the sake of the small world’s stability.
Such problems could leave hidden dangers, eventually causing the world to collapse at some point in the future.
The world Jiang Jinheng was currently in was one such troubled world.
It told Jiang Jinheng that she was the Peak Master of Shuiyun Peak in the Canglan Immortal Sect of this small world. Her physical body was intact, but her soul was inexplicably fragmented. With the System’s help, her soul was repaired. Of course, this help wasn’t free; the exchange required her to complete a mission.
Following the normal timeline, the seemingly innocent young man standing outside the hall would, within a hundred years, be surrounded by countless admirers—not only senior sisters and junior sisters but also his own Master, who had nurtured him.
After leaving the sect, his predatory hands would naturally reach further: the five Sword Chiefs of the Qianren Sword Sect, the newly appointed Saintess of the Demon Realm’s Heavenly Disability, and he wouldn’t even spare the young Buddhist nun of the Qingshuang Convent. Unfortunately, every female character he encountered seemed to be bewitched, determined to marry no one but him, and in the later stages, they would fiercely compete and cause endless trouble.
However, just five paces away from Mo Tong, Jiang Jinheng easily noticed the other “unique” person. 007 had said that if Mo Tong was the Son of Fortune, then she should be called the antagonist obstructing his ascension.
Her name was Fu Yi. While other characters were busy fighting over Mo Tong, she developed a burning hatred because he nearly violated her. It could be said that among all the female characters who interacted with Mo Tong in this world, she was likely the only one who genuinely wanted to kill him.
But despite Fu Yi’s stunning talent, she couldn’t overcome the effect of the halo. First, she was utterly defeated in a competition by Mo Tong, who had challenged above his level. Later, after her half-demon identity was exposed, she was killed by a sword through the throat from her most trusted Master.
Unfortunately, Jiang Jinheng was currently that Master, who was first included in the harem and later served as the executioner for “clearing the sect’s doors.” 007 comforted her that this was due to the influence of the Heavenly Dao’s halo, her fragmented soul, and some possible unknown factors, as even it couldn’t explain how a person missing one soul and three spirits could still retain her senses and affections while carrying out that series of actions. Despite this explanation, Jiang Jinheng was still displeased.
She didn’t believe she was that kind of person, nor could she understand why everyone so obviously favored a person undeserving of such preferential treatment.
If only one person was like this, it could be a personal failing. But when everyone behaved this way, it showed how truly terrifying the so-called “halo” was.
Pondering this, Jiang Jinheng subconsciously asked another question in her Sea of Consciousness.
“Does this so-called ‘halo’ still affect me now?”
“It won’t have a great impact. The Heavenly Dao of this world has been caught and locked up by the Administration. It’s in deep trouble itself now, so how could it have the energy to protect its ‘Son of Fortune’? However, fortune, once released, is released. It runs on a schedule, so we can only rewind the small world’s timeline and compete for that fortune with the person who doesn’t deserve to be the Son of Fortune.”
007’s voice sounded somewhat angry and slightly proud towards the end, making Jiang Jinheng unable to help but smile. However, upon receiving this reply, Jiang Jinheng suddenly found the golden glow in the center of the hall more tolerable, but her expression became cold.
“Then can I just… kill him now?”
Sensing her ruthless Host’s intention, 007 quickly interrupted her.
“You can’t! If the Son of Fortune’s identity hasn’t been transferred, you have no way to kill him. Even if you use some special means to truly cause his sudden death, the entire small world will collapse along with him. We are here to optimize the bug, not to directly delete it!”
Although she didn’t fully understand some of the terms 007 occasionally used, the main point was clear. Still, her gaze was somewhat unfocused.
“I can’t kill him…”
Jiang Jinheng didn’t have many memories regarding this body, but the impression was that whenever she encountered something that displeased her, she would simply kill it with a sword—a ruthless yet effective way to solve problems. Thus, being constrained now indeed made her feel a little anxious.
Seemingly sensing the Host’s psychological change, 007 shrewdly added another statement.
“Of course, since our mission is to solve the problem of the small world’s Son of Fortune being unworthy of his position, once his fortune is sufficiently low and he is no longer the world’s core figure, you can do whatever you want.”
“Moreover, although the duration of this mission is somewhat long, our Administration is never stingy with helping its employees. Upon reaching a certain level of success in seizing the Son of Fortune’s fortune, you can exchange it for various auxiliary props to complete the mission, which will be of great help to you, Host!”
The younger voice in the second statement deliberately added a hint of coquetry, yet it wasn’t jarring. Jiang Jinheng curved her lips into a faint smile but couldn’t resist teasing it.
“Various auxiliary props to complete the mission, huh… Does that mean I’m working hard on the mission just to be able to work better on the mission?”
This question seemed to stump 007. It remained silent for a long time, as if genuinely pondering the question, and finally squeaked out a reply with little confidence:
“Ye… Yeah, I guess so.”
What it didn’t mention was that this mode of operation seemed to fit its name well.
Jiang Jinheng hadn’t expected it to be so honest. It now looked as if she were bullying it. She reassured it again: “Alright, since you’ve helped me, and I’ve already promised you, I will definitely do a good job. You don’t need to worry.”
Jiang Jinheng’s gaze shifted from Mo Tong to Fu Yi on the side, staring thoughtfully at the young woman who, contrary to the plot description of being down-and-out, looked spirited and heroic.
…
Outside the main sect hall, the Spiritual Root Testing ceremony was about to begin, followed by the Master Selection Assembly. Only those whose spiritual roots were tested had the opportunity to be admitted to the Canglan Immortal Sect.
Although many people already knew their spiritual roots and had even begun cultivation, this was a necessary step before entering the sect. The Spirit Testing Stone could not only measure spiritual roots but also detect demonic and evil energies, preventing outsiders from infiltrating the sect.
Both children of aristocratic families and those from ordinary backgrounds were clustered in groups. Some were discussing the upcoming Master Selection Assembly, others were curious about the Pousha Secret Realm—which only new disciples could enter once—and some had already begun socializing. Gossip was rampant, with everyone talking over one another.
In such a scene, anyone who was alone was inevitably subject to discussion.
Fu Yi was one of them. Her mother was the previous Peak Master of Shuiyun Peak in the Canglan Immortal Sect, Fu Yanqing, respectfully called the Queyun Immortal Venerable by the immortal community. She had reached the late Integration Stage at a young age. Currently, only the Sect Master Xuan Mingzi’s cultivation was in the early Mahayana Stage in the Canglan Immortal Sect. The remaining high-level Elders were all at or below the Integration Stage. It could be said that if Fu Yanqing were still in the Canglan Immortal Sect, her status would be second only to one person.
What a pity…
“I heard she’s the daughter of the Queyun Immortal Venerable, but the Venerable left the sect soon after giving birth to her, without telling anyone where she went.”
“Really? Then she must have the same astonishing talent as the Queyun Immortal Venerable, right?”
“She’s nothing but a bastard from who knows where. The Queyun Immortal Venerable’s aptitude is enviable, but this person has been lingering in the Immortal Sect for over ten years yet hasn’t even stepped into the Qi Condensation Realm. Astonishing talent? Utterly ridiculous.” Unlike the quiet discussions of others, the newcomer’s voice was loud and clear, showing no fear in speaking these words aloud. She wore a sea-blue sleeved dress, with a matching colored zither suspended at her side. She walked up the stone steps from the back, her imposing presence forcing people to involuntarily make way for her.
“It’s the Second Miss of the Qi family, Qi Ranyan. She’s also here to participate in this year’s disciple selection.”
“Of course. Second Miss Qi is highly talented in learning, and it’s said that this time the Immortal Venerable Luanqiu will be accepting disciples. You know, three years ago, the Qi family head asked the Sect Master to let Second Miss Qi be admitted to Shuiyun Peak, but it was refused.”
“No wonder. Immortal Venerable Luanqiu reached the Spirit Transformation Stage at a hundred years old and has now reached the Integration Stage. She’s the youngest Integration Stage Immortal Venerable of the sect’s current generation, with extremely high immortal aptitude. But the Qi family’s influence is also considerable, even giving Second Miss Qi the Bore Ruo San Qing Zither.”
…
Those people spoke in fragments, talking about one person one moment and another the next. Regardless of whether it was flattery or ridicule, Fu Yi had heard these words countless times.
Therefore, even though Qi Ranyan’s words were directed at her and she arrived so ostentatiously, Fu Yi never spared her a glance. Her gaze was fixed solely on the person leaning against the platform on the distant Immortal Stage—the one who looked conspicuously frail and sickly.
Her eyes were blazing.