Northern Spirit Realm, Taiyi Holy Land.
Inside a resplendent pavilion on Heavenly Secrets Peak.
“Have I… transmigrated?”
A young man with sharp sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, and handsome features clutched a broom in his hands as he leaned against the wall.
He glanced around the glorious yet utterly unfamiliar surroundings, murmuring to himself.
In the next moment, a flood of memories surged into his mind, and his eyes gradually lit up with clarity.
“I really did transmigrate. And it looks like it’s into that novel I was just about to read! I wonder what role I play. Not the protagonist, I hope?”
His name was Luo Yin. Moments ago, he had been lying in bed after finishing some handiwork, ready to dive into a xianxia novel for a good read. But he had barely skimmed the synopsis before ending up here.
That synopsis had been frustratingly vague—something about “Ten thousand waters and a thousand mountains, with me as supreme; eight wildernesses and six harmonies…”
It oozed pretentious grandeur but gave no hint of the story’s appeal.
As a result, Luo Yin had no clue who the protagonist of this world was or what the plot entailed.
The synopsis had at least mentioned the Northern Spirit Realm and Taiyi Holy Land, though.
So, he figured he had transmigrated into that very book.
“Heavenly Secrets Peak’s Peak Lord’s personal disciple… Body Tempering Realm First Layer… no progress in seven years of cultivation… washes the junior sisters’ undergarments every day…”
As he pieced together the fragmented memories, the corner of Luo Yin’s mouth twitched.
So, the original owner of this body was a total loser!
And yet, he was the personal disciple?
More like the personal waste!
His daily life was eventful, at least.
But in a cutthroat xianxia world teeming with dangers, what good was a colorful routine without any strength to back it up?
Luo Yin furrowed his brow, racking his brain for ways to boost his power.
If only he had finished that novel. At least then he would know when and where the big opportunities popped up.
What a shame—the transmigration had come too abruptly.
Just as Luo Yin was feeling utterly stumped, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
【Ding! Destiny Deduction System has locked onto the host! Binding in progress…】
【Binding successful!】
Luo Yin jolted at the sound. His golden finger had arrived!
Perfect!
He hurriedly checked out the system’s functions.
It didn’t take long to grasp the basics.
In simple terms, the system allowed him to scan the recent opportunities around nearby people. He could then select those with major windfalls and deduce their futures.
By peeking into those futures ahead of time, he could swoop in and steal their opportunities. Successful thefts came with extra rewards from the system.
The downside? He couldn’t deduce his own future.
With that sorted, Luo Yin pulled up his personal panel.
【Host Name】: Luo Yin.
【Identity】: Taiyi Holy Land, Heavenly Secrets Peak’s Eldest Disciple.
【Role】: Villain.
【Physique】: None.
【Realm】: Body Tempering Realm First Layer.
【Talent】: Mortal Grade.
【Luck Value】: -200.
【Destiny Points】: 0.
Pfft!
Luo Yin nearly spat up a mouthful of old blood upon seeing his talent.
No wonder he was such a weakling.
He brushed it off and quickly learned the gist of Luck Value and Destiny Points.
People with higher Luck Values had better odds of stumbling into major opportunities.
His negative -200 didn’t mean constant misfortune—it just tilted the scales toward demonic arts or evil cultivation paths.
As for Destiny Points, the system explained they could upgrade techniques, reveal the novel’s plot, and more.
Both resources came from snatching other people’s opportunities.
What caught Luo Yin off guard was his “Villain” role!
It probably stemmed from that negative Luck Value pushing him down a crooked path.
He would need Destiny Points to unlock the full novel plot for the details.
【Ding! Host must maintain your villain persona, or the system will depart!】
【Ding! Reminder: Claiming the heroine counts as stealing the protagonist’s opportunity. Please keep an eye out.】
The system’s alerts chimed again, leaving Luo Yin a touch helpless.
Fine! Villain it was. He had played it straight for one lifetime—this time, he would cut loose as a bad guy!
Villains did the usual: strut around arrogantly, bully the protagonist, and eventually get their faces slapped.
The first two were no sweat. Once he powered up, he could handle them easily.
But getting face-slapped by the protagonist?
Fat chance!
No way in hell!
“Senior Brother! You’re slacking off again! Hurry up and finish cleaning here—Elder Lingxiao’s place still needs sweeping!”
A sweet voice rang in Luo Yin’s ears. He turned to see one of his junior sisters.
She had spoken up because she spotted him lounging against the wall instead of working.
Luo Yin gave an awkward smile and nodded. “Got it, got it. Right away.”
For all his status as the personal disciple, his stagnant cultivation had demoted him to chore duty. Shizun had him handling all the dirty, grueling tasks day in and day out.
As he mumbled his agreement aloud, Luo Yin silently summoned the system in his mind.
Watching the junior sister’s retreating figure, he initiated his first Destiny Deduction!
Name: Zhang Lingling.
Persona: Nameless Extra.
Realm: Body Tempering Realm Fourth Layer.
Physique: None.
Luck Value: 3 (white).
Talent: Mortal Grade.
Destiny Deduction: Proceed?
Luo Yin selected yes without hesitation.
【Day 1: Zhang Lingling stays on Heavenly Secrets Peak to cultivate. She makes minor progress and breaks through to the Body Tempering Realm Fourth Layer. That night, she celebrates alone in her room, relieving herself intimately.】
【Day 2: Still unsatisfied from her solo indulgence the night before, Zhang Lingling decides to share the good news with Senior Brother Li Yu. Instead, she catches him in his room trysting with another junior sister. Enraged, she spits up blood on the spot and storms out of the holy land to clear her mind.】
【Day 3: Zhang Lingling wanders the base of the mountain all day but gains no opportunities. That night, she heads to the pleasure quarters to listen to music.】
【Day 4: Zhang Lingling returns to Heavenly Secrets Peak and cultivates diligently.】
【Day 5: Zhang Lingling cultivates diligently on Heavenly Secrets Peak.】
【…】
【Day 10: Zhang Lingling cultivates diligently on Heavenly Secrets Peak.】
The deduction ended, and Luo Yin let out a helpless sigh.
White Luck Value lived up to its name.
A person’s Luck Value typically stayed constant throughout life, neither rising nor falling.
Unless the system intervened.
For instance, stealing someone else’s opportunity would diminish theirs while boosting his own.
Those with sky-high Luck Values—like Children of Destiny—were heaven’s favorites. They could break through just by taking a sip of water.
But most people hovered low, like Zhang Lingling here.
In a typical novel, a disciple in her shoes would stumble onto a treasure or fall into a devilish cultivation trap after an incident like that.
Not her. She just wasted her time.
And for all her pure, innocent looks on the surface, behind closed doors…
Luo Yin sighed again. With no opportunities to snag from Zhang Lingling, he saw no point in dwelling on her drama.
Her getting cucked was her problem—he had no interest.
The pity was that deductions capped at ten days for now. Upgrading the system would extend that.
After some thought, Luo Yin decided his best bet was tracking down a Child of Destiny—the protagonist.
Beings like that overflowed with opportunities. If he found one, he could shear endless wool.
Plus, the system had noted that claiming the heroine counted as theft too.
That got Luo Yin excited.
The heroines in novels were all stunning beauties!
After his test run, Luo Yin didn’t hunt for more targets. Instead, he buckled down to finish cleaning.
He had to complete Shizun’s assigned chores quickly, or face punishment. The lightest was half a month in confinement.
Even with Shizun away from Heavenly Secrets Peak, that didn’t mean ignorance of goings-on here.
Only this pavilion and Shizun’s residence remained. He could deduce more after.
A half-month lockdown with no one around would be a disaster—no deductions possible!
Once the pavilion was spotless, Luo Yin rushed straight to Shizun’s quarters without pause.
His Shizun was Venerable Lingxiao, a powerhouse at the Marquis Realm.
Marquis Realm experts stood at the pinnacle even in the Northern Spirit Realm.
Taiyi Holy Land boasted only two such figures: Venerable Lingxiao and the Holy Lord.
Venerable Lingxiao’s residence sat on the eastern flank of Heavenly Secrets Peak, in a secluded spot to avoid disturbances.
Gazing at the jade towers and glittering halls before him, Luo Yin mentally compared them to his own ramshackle hut and could only muster a wry, helpless smile.
Without further delay, he gripped his broom and stepped inside.
Venerable Lingxiao had left Taiyi Holy Land on business nearly a month ago and had yet to return.
Luo Yin handled all the cleaning here, and visitors were rare.
Most disciples steered clear out of fear of him, anyway.
Entering the opulent building, Luo Yin set to work with meticulous care.
Deep down, he harbored some resentment toward this Shizun of his.
No matter how poor his talent, did that justify treating him like a common laborer?
He was the eldest disciple, after all!
He had utterly lost face in front of his junior sisters and brothers. No one had ever truly treated him like the Eldest Senior Brother.
After finishing the cleaning on the first floor, Luo Yin headed up to the second.
The moment he arrived, a strange medicinal fragrance wafted toward him.
What was going on?
No one had set foot in Shizun’s place for a whole month. How could there be a scent of medicine?
Luo Yin frowned and followed the aroma, weaving through several ornate screens.
Suddenly, he spotted a woman’s intimate undergarments scattered across the floor!
Luo Yin couldn’t help but widen his eyes.
What the hell?!
There was a woman here?
Did Shizun have a secret beauty tucked away?
Luo Yin never could have imagined that Shizun, who always seemed so stern and ascetic, would actually…
Burning with curiosity, he wanted to catch a glimpse of just what kind of woman had caught Shizun’s eye.
That’s right! Pure curiosity! Nothing more.
His gaze shifted, passing the final screen, and there—in a wooden tub—sat a figure seen from behind.
Long hair cascaded to her waist, her bare shoulders gleamed, her skin was white as snow, and he could vaguely make out the alluring curves of a well-developed figure.
That silky hair wasn’t pure black. Instead, every so often amid the dark strands ran several locks of snow-white, strikingly bright.
But upon seeing this, Luo Yin immediately widened his eyes even further.
Because he knew that hairstyle all too well!
Venerable Lingxiao’s hair was exactly like this!
Could it be…
A bold notion exploded into Luo Yin’s mind.
“What person is there?!”
At that moment, the figure in the tub seemed to sense something. She whipped around abruptly, her eyes locking onto Luo Yin’s in a fierce stare.
A phrase leaped into Luo Yin’s mind: eyes like raging storm-tossed seas!
