Chapter 2 All Efforts Come to Nothing

Congratulations, Host, you have successfully courted death. The system is now activating for you.

“Damn it.”

Chu Feng could only curse inwardly.

I’ve already given up on everything, thrown caution to the wind, and only now do you show up? Are you doing this on purpose? Do you have any idea how I’ve spent this past month? Possessing the cultivation of a late-stage Nascent Soul Patriarch—capable of soaring through the skies and moving mountains and seas—yet unable to use any of it. The moment I so much as channel a hint of power, I’d kick the bucket. I can’t even share a bed with anyone.

I figured, if I’m going to die, at least let me be a romantic ghost. Last night’s indulgence has left me completely drained.

He could feel his spiritual energy fading, his life at its end. At most, he had half a day before his body collapsed, his soul dissipated, and he ceased to exist.

Now the system arrives.

What could it offer? Could it make him young again, grant him a second life?

Host, please act like a decent person. I’ve already had you transmigrate into the body of an old man on the verge of death, and even given you the cultivation of a late-stage Nascent Soul Patriarch. At any moment, if you use your powers, your body will collapse and your soul will shatter, instantly activating this system. Yet you’re still so afraid of death.

If being afraid of death was all, fine. But dying in a woman’s bed? You’ve truly shamed all those who have transmigrated before you.

“Is that my fault?” Chu Feng retorted irritably. “Cut the crap. Can’t you see I’m about to die? Hurry up and tell me what you can do—my life’s on the line here.”

Congratulations, Host. By activating this system, you will receive the following rewards.

Reward One: Your physical condition will be restored to its prime.
Reward Two: Your cultivation will revert to what it was at the age of thirty.

A warm current surged through his body.

Chu Feng’s white hair gradually darkened, his withered skin regained a healthy glow, wrinkles vanished, replaced by the tight, resilient flesh of a man in his thirties. He was completely restored to his youthful self.

Most important of all was his cultivation.

Chu Feng wouldn’t have minded if he hadn’t checked, but upon doing so, he exploded with fury.

“System, get out here! Why is my cultivation only at the tenth level of Qi Refining?”

Host, did you forget you were already dead? Of course your cultivation is gone. Now, your body is as it was in your previous life, and I’ve even gifted you the original owner’s cultivation at age thirty. Don’t worry—by completing system tasks, you can gradually recover all your lost power, return to the peak, and even have a great chance of surpassing the late-stage Nascent Soul level to become an immortal or a god.

Scoundrel.

Chu Feng was livid.

So at this moment, he had the identity of a late-stage Nascent Soul Patriarch, but not the power. If it came to a fight, he’d be exposed in an instant.

Then again, who would want to fight an old man whose life was hanging by a thread and who could die at any moment?

At worst, people would just assume his days were numbered and his powers had waned.

Still, he had regained his original body.

It was no longer a soul transmigration but a true bodily one, and he didn’t even need to cultivate his way up.

Chu Feng took a deep breath to calm himself. “System, tell me your functions.”

This system is called the Strongest Suppression System of the Myriad Realms.

The Host only needs to suppress the Children of Fate—both male and female. Make them submit, or provoke hatred and anger in their hearts toward you, and you will absorb their fortune. The harder you suppress them, the more fortune you gain, until their destiny is completely shattered.

Furthermore, the Host can use the fortune obtained from the Children of Fate to open the Fortune Shop, where you may purchase all manner of wondrous items.

Chu Feng scoffed. “Honestly, you could have just called yourself the Supreme Villain System.”

“So you want me to play the villain? Fine, I accept.”

Haven’t you heard the saying? Good men die young, but scourges live for a thousand years.

If you’re a good man, your whole family will be good men.

“System, the key question now is, where do I find these Children of Fate?”

Host, rest assured. The moment the system detects a Child of Fate, you will be notified.

Only then was Chu Feng satisfied.

So, he thought, female Children of Fate are to be conquered, male ones are to be suppressed.

I get it.

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On the other side.

At Linglong Peak, within a secluded courtyard, Lin Xiyue was locked in endless turmoil.

Last night’s madness had transformed her from a girl to a woman. The pleasures she experienced were impossible to put into words; Chu the Demon had truly gone insane.

He had forcefully activated his spiritual power to be with her, tormenting her for an entire night.

Whenever she recalled the many positions he had made her assume, shame would well up uncontrollably within her.

Still, her suffering had not been in vain; she had finally managed to break the slave seal within her body.

From now on, the sky was hers—she was free.

Now, apprenticed to Immortal Linglong, all she needed to do was cultivate diligently, strive for a breakthrough as soon as possible, become the sixth Nascent Soul Elder of the Supreme Mystical Dao Sect, and take control of her own fate.

As for Chu Feng, he was likely already dead by now.

If anything, he got off too easy.

At that moment, the door opened.

Immortal Linglong strode inside.

Lin Xiyue quickly rose to greet her.

“Master.”

Immortal Linglong’s eyes narrowed as if sensing something. She frowned and asked, “You have lost your chastity.”

“It was Chu Feng.”

“I see.”

Lin Xiyue’s face turned deathly pale, and she nodded quietly.

A terrifying aura suddenly erupted from Immortal Linglong as she spoke coldly, “He threatened you with the slave seal, didn’t he? Didn’t you tell him you are now my disciple?”

Lin Xiyue replied, “I did, but he said he was already a dying man, so what was there to fear?”

Immortal Linglong’s expression froze for a moment, then she shook her head. “What a pity.”

“The Supreme Mystical Secret Realm is about to open. I had intended for you to enter, but now…”

Lin Xiyue became frantic. “Master, what now?”

“Is it because I have lost my chastity?”

The Supreme Mystical Secret Realm was the foundation of the sect, opening once every five hundred years. It held the legacies and treasures of generations of Supreme Mystical predecessors. Entering it was the surest path to break into the Nascent Soul stage.

Only Golden Core cultivators under two hundred years of age, with the approval of a Nascent Soul Elder, were eligible.

Lin Xiyue met one requirement—she was a late-stage Golden Core cultivator under two hundred.

In truth, all this was thanks to Chu Feng. It was also one reason Immortal Linglong had accepted her as a disciple.

Immortal Linglong said, “It seems the Secret Realm is not fated for you.”

“No, Master, please don’t! I beg you, allow me to enter the Supreme Mystical Secret Realm!” Lin Xiyue’s face went pale as she pleaded desperately.

But Immortal Linglong only shook her head, “I gave you the chance, but you failed to grasp it. You shouldn’t be begging me—the fault is yours.” With that, she turned and left.

Lin Xiyue was left behind, her face ashen.

Her heart brimmed with boundless hatred.

“Chu the Demon, it must have been him. He knew I was to enter the Secret Realm, so he took my purity to ruin my chance.”

“Chu the Demon, you are truly ruthless. I hate you.”