The Villainess Always Tries to Seduce Me - Chapter 1

“Cui Ergou! Cui Ergou!”

“Still asleep at this hour? You cursed, worthless wretch…”

So noisy! The shrill voice pierced Yun Chuanzhi’s ears, stirring a wave of irritation in her heart. Didn’t they say death brings eternal rest? Why can’t I even find peace in the underworld?

Yes, Yun Chuanzhi was dead. She had spent her life walking a razor’s edge, sleeping with a blade under her pillow, and had finally carved out a place for herself in Avici City. Yet she ultimately succumbed to illness, dying alone on a rainy night.

Fortunately, she felt no regret. As the saying goes, “Only after death do you realize all earthly pursuits are futile.” Yun Chuanzhi had always believed this wholeheartedly. So when she closed her eyes for the last time, there was no sorrow in her heart, only a surge of joy: This damned world! I’m done serving you!

Then Yun Chuanzhi was rudely awakened.

It was dusk, the sky fading to twilight. Crows cawed mockingly outside the window, and damp mold stained the wooden beams of the ceiling. The bed beneath her was colder and harder than frozen winter earth.

As she opened her eyes, the blurry voice from before sharpened into clarity, still ranting relentlessly: “Awake now? Then get to work! What a curse to be assigned to you! Look at yourself—a lowly Immortal Servant branded with a slave mark, daring to curry favor with the Sect Leader…”

“Has your brain been kicked by a donkey? Don’t you know the difference between heaven and earth? Even pissing on the ground and looking at your reflection would have stopped you from doing such a filthy thing, making me the laughingstock too!”

What’s going on? Yun Chuanzhi rolled her dry eyes, surprised as she surveyed the surroundings.

This wasn’t Avici City. She knew it the moment she opened her eyes. Even this dilapidated hut was filled with dense spiritual energy, unlike Avici City, which felt like a pond that had been dry for tens of thousands of years.

And this wasn’t her body. Yun Chuanzhi tugged at the loose cloth shirt she was wearing. Her gaunt frame rattled inside the coarse fabric. This body would struggle to catch a chicken, let alone fight someone to the death.

“I’m talking to you! Did your ears get punched deaf?” The voice boomed again, and the speaker grabbed Yun Chuanzhi by the collar, nearly yanking her to her knees. Darkness swam before her eyes.

When it rains, it pours. This body wasn’t just frail; it was also injured. The weak, floating pulse suggested she had been beaten until she vomited bl00d, suffering internal injuries.

His internal organs throbbed with pain, so intense that Yun Chuanzhi broke into a cold sweat. She had to locate a few acupoints and apply pressure to restore some of her qi and bl00d with each breath.

As her vision gradually cleared, Yun Chuanzhi recognized the woman who had been dragging her. She looked like a peasant woman, dressed in a short brown tunic, with a sturdy build, ruddy complexion, and a strength that seemed capable of lifting her with a single hand.

The woman clearly loathed Yun Chuanzhi, her mouth still running with a stream of scolding: “How dare you try to seduce the Sect Leader with that face? And dressed like this, like some kind of ghost! If I were the Sect Leader, I’d have beaten you to death, not spared your life…”

What was she talking about? Seducing which Sect Leader?

Just as Yun Chuanzhi was about to speak, the woman snatched up a bronze mirror and hurled it at her. “Since you’re awake, wash your face! There’s plenty of work piling up in the courtyard. You think I’m going to do it for you?”

With a fierce glare, the woman turned and stomped away, slamming the dilapidated wooden door shut with such force that dust rained down from the rafters.

Yun Chuanzhi choked and coughed violently. With trembling hands, she picked up the bronze mirror. One glance sent her into a fresh fit of coughing, as if her very organs were tearing apart.

The person reflected in the mirror was unmistakably not her. Even at her sickest, she had never been this gaunt. Her face was so sharp it looked as if she had never eaten a proper meal, giving her a pitiful, starved appearance.

One side of her cheek was covered in dried bl00d, likely from when she was knocked unconscious. It had been stuck there for so long, with no one to wipe it away.

Yun Chuanzhi set down the mirror, steadied herself against the wall, and stood up. The room was cramped, containing only a bed and a worm-eaten square table. The rest of the floor was littered with shattered pieces of azure stone.

Yun Chuanzhi immediately recognized the unusual nature of these stones. She slowly crouched down, picked up a fragment, and examined the ink-stained markings on its surface.

These weren’t ordinary stones. Each fragment contained a faint trace of spiritual energy, which was gradually dissipating as the stones crumbled.

Soul Transference Stones! I’ve been offered as a vessel.

As expected of the Qianyuan Realm, where spiritual energy is abundant. Even a mere girl could possess such a rare artifact as a Soul Transference Stone. It’s just a pity…

Yun Chuanzhi couldn’t help but smile bitterly. Little sister, you could have offered your life to anyone, but you chose Yun Chuanzhi. If rebirth meant a life of comfort, that would be one thing. But judging by this situation, you’re likely destined for hardship.

Still, as the ancients said, Since I’m already here…

Yun Chuanzhi dusted off her clothes and stood up. She first tested the spiritual energy within this body, but as expected, it sank like a stone into the sea. Undeterred, she picked up a fragment of stone and began drawing an intricate formation on the dusty floor.

The spiritual energy within the stone transformed into fine lines, converging into a point of blue light that rose into the air. Like a water droplet, it landed on the bronze mirror with a plop, sending ripples across its surface.

A kaleidoscope of colors surged from the smooth mirror, swirling like a pool of vibrant water and coalescing into countless images.

This was the second stage of the Body Offering Formation: revealing the past and future.

The body’s owner was named Cui Ergou, a resident of Fence Village on East Bamboo Mountain. Due to her family’s poverty, she had been sold into slavery, changing hands multiple times in the marketplace before finally being purchased by Mount Everlasting. There, she became a lowly Immortal Servant.

This alone wouldn’t have been tragic. The true tragedy lay in her inexplicable obsession with Bai Fenghuo, the Sect Leader who governed Mount Everlasting’s Fifth Peak. She had exhausted all her resources to serve at her side.

He had even infiltrated Bai Fenghuo’s inner circle, resorting to every trick in the book—lavish makeup, seductive tactics, and countless absurd schemes—all in a desperate attempt to win her favor. Perhaps due to her audacity, nearly half of Mount Everlasting had become aware of her antics.

According to the Body Offering Formation’s display, if she continued down this path, her ultimate fate would be to be cleaved in two by Bai Fenghuo’s blade, leaving not a trace of her life force behind.

Mount Everlasting, Bai Fenghuo… Yun Chuanzhi gazed at the mirror and smiled bitterly.

Even in the distant Avici City of the lower realm, Yun Chuanzhi had heard of this name. The Qianyuan Realm, brimming with spiritual energy and abundant treasures, was the “paradise” to which lower realm cultivators desperately sought to ascend. It was a place teeming with extraordinary talents and virtuous individuals, yet remarkably few evildoers.

Bai Fenghuo, once the young sect leader of Mount Everlasting, had fallen from grace after plotting against her own master. Condemned by all, she was eventually relegated to overseeing the neglected Fifth Peak—making her one of the rare villains in this realm.

What did the world say of him? That she possessed unparalleled talent yet squandered her cultivation, indulging in hedonistic pursuits and displaying a capricious, violent nature. That despite being showered with affection, she repaid kindness with betrayal, secretly harming her elders with a viper’s heart and a scorpion’s venom.

Moreover, this woman was notoriously lecherous, habitually preying on both women and women, her sins too numerous to count.

No wonder the original owner of this body had been utterly devastated when she fell for such a person, driven to the brink of despair and ultimately offering her body in sacrifice.

In that case, Yun Chuanzhi thought, I must help the original owner’s body live a good life. With a sigh of pity, she waved her sleeve, and an image appeared in the mirror.

The figure in the image stood at the end of a muddy alley, their face obscured. Only the purple robes fluttering in the wind and the star-studded hem, miraculously free of dirt, were visible.

Then, a bl00d-written message materialized, the final words of the sacrifice: “To any immortal who borrows my body, I beg you to grant this humble servant’s last wish.”

“Do everything in your power to save my beloved.”

After reading, Yun Chuanzhi remained speechless for a long moment.

She had imagined the person offering their body would ask her to help avenge them or escape slavery to regain their freedom. But she never expected they would want her to reform the Sect Leader—the scum who had nearly killed her!

Child, the Buddha saves all sentient beings, but even she can’t save a love-struck fool!

Her timing couldn’t have been worse. The original owner of this body had just been beaten for seducing Bai Fenghuo. If Yun Chuanzhi continued trying to “reform” Bai Fenghuo, she would be the one sliced in half.

Can I return this body offering?

As she stood there, her hair whipping wildly in the wind, the door suddenly crashed open. Yun Chuanzhi whirled around, hastily sweeping away the Body Offering Formation drawn on the floor with the hem of her robe.

The woman from earlier stormed in, her eyes blazing with fury as she saw Yun Chuanzhi still hadn’t cleaned up. She grabbed a broom from the corner and began thrashing her with it.

“You delusional fool!” she shrieked between blows. “Do you really think you can climb the Sect Leader’s high branch? What kind of beauties do you think she has in her palace? He’d never look twice at an ugly hag like you!”

“It’s almost dark! Get out there and chop firewood! No firewood, no dinner!”

Yun Chuanzhi hadn’t endured such abuse in years. She scrambled around the cramped room, desperately trying to dodge the blows, but there was nowhere to escape. The hard broom struck her relentlessly, leaving no part of her body unscathed.

Yun Chuanzhi was furious. Muttering under her breath about the woman’s audacity, she ducked under the table, clutching her head. Gritting her teeth, she scribbled a few strokes on the floor, then tossed fragments of Soul Transference Stone onto the runes.

The moment the stone shards touched the runes, the spiritual energy within them surged to life, bathing the surface in an eerie blue glow.

Under the woman’s astonished gaze, the stone fragments floated into the air, forming a palm-sized stone figure with a torso and head.

“What… what kind of sorcery is this?” the woman stammered, brandishing her broom.

“Sorcery? How rude!” Yun Chuanzhi clicked her tongue and waved her hand, sending the stone figure floating before the woman’s eyes.

It was just a simple trick. The Qianyuan Realm was brimming with spiritual energy, allowing Immortal Arts to conjure most physical objects. Practitioners scorned techniques like artifact crafting that relied on external forces, so it was natural for ordinary people to be unfamiliar with them.

Compared to the woman’s imposing stature, the stone figure was remarkably petite and delicate. Unimpressed, the woman cursed loudly and swung her broom.

The broom whistled through the air, but froze mid-swing just before striking the stone figure. The woman stared in terror as the tiny stone figure raised its hand and gripped the broom’s end, sending a numbing shock through her hands.

“This is…”

Yun Chuanzhi didn’t wait for her to finish. With a casual flick of her wrist, the little stone figure swept the woman against the wall with its broom. The woman slid silently into the corner and fainted.

Yun Chuanzhi crawled out from under the table, brushed off the dust, and tucked the gleefully clapping stone figure into her sleeve.

Having lost all her spiritual power, these minor tricks were barely enough to deal with bullying Immortal Servants. Against Sect Leader Bai Fenghuo, they would be utterly useless.

Escape was the best option for now. Though failing to fulfill the original owner’s dying wish meant certain death, dying outside was preferable to dying at Bai Fenghuo’s hands. Given Bai Fenghuo’s infamous temperament, one could only imagine the tortures she might inflict before death.

Yun Chuanzhi hastily cleared the remaining traces of the Body Offering Formation on the floor, turned, and pushed open the door. But before she could even step out, a fierce gust of wind slammed into her. A snow-white whip, coiling like a dragon, shot from the eye of the storm and bound her tightly in an instant.

An overwhelming pressure descended, forcing Yun Chuanzhi to her knees with a crash. A ethereal voice echoed from above.

“Sect Leader summons Cui Ergou to an audience.”

I’m done for, Yun Chuanzhi thought grimly.