Before I knew it, I had traveled to another world. When I opened my eyes, corpses lay scattered around me, and a long sword pressed against my throat. The bloody blade grazed my skin, nearly slicing through.
The one wielding the sword was a woman of very beautiful appearance. Her figure was graceful, her skin as white as snow. Bathed in moonlight, red traces stained her brow. Her pale blue, see-through robes glowed under the silver light, hinting at her curvy form and large breasts beneath the delicate fabric. Between her legs gleamed the smooth private area. She resembled both a ghostly, delicate maiden and an attractive fox demon.
My mouth went dry from staring. If possible, I might have stiffened in respect, but under these circumstances, it was beyond my ability. It wasn't that I was ball less, rather the body I'd possessed was far too young. Achieving an erection was simply impossible.
Stick my neck out, and it gets chopped off. Hide it, and it gets chopped off. Embracing the mindset of dying with a full view, I fixed my gaze on the woman's large breasts and private area.
She raised an eyebrow. "Do you like what you see?"
I nodded. "Yes, I do!"
The sword tip advanced, slicing my skin, spilling droplets of red.
"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you with one strike?"
"I am!" I looked honestly into her eyes, only then noticing that beyond her large breasts, slim waist, and rounded hips, the eyes on her beautiful face were equally captivating. "But what decides my fate isn't my fear, it's whether you choose to kill me."
She studied me as if observing something amusing. Her sword tip lifted my chin.
"From this day forward, you are my disciple."
Without my consent and likely without the right to refuse, she lifted me by the back of my neck like a small cat, stepped onto her sword, and flew into the sky. Gazing at the ground shrinking beneath us, I, who had feared heights since childhood or rather, since my previous life, lost my nerve, rolled my eyes and passed out in her arms.
When I awoke, I found myself in a valley filled with bird sounds and flowers.
"Awake?"
I turned to see the woman seated on a boulder nearby. Her sword danced around her, circling up and down like a bird enjoying flight. Strangely, I hadn't feared her when she held that sword to my throat. Yet now, as she surveyed me, a chill ran down my spine.
"Do you remember your name?" she asked casually.
I thought hard, realizing this body held no trace of the original owner's memories. Instinctively, I didn't want to reveal my past life's name. So I shook my head. "I don't remember."
"Very well, from this day forward, you shall be known as Mo Qing."
"Mo Qing" As I murmured these lines, my master's eyes narrowed slightly. She watched me silently for a moment before leaping down from the boulder. From somewhere, she produced two old books and tossed them into my arms before departing on her sword.
I examined the two old books. One was titled Liyun Scripture, the other Chuchen Codex. One contained basic cultivation techniques, the other external martial arts methods.
My master vanished for days, leaving no trace. These books couldn't be eaten or drunk, yet I am mortal flesh and blood, needing food and water. Poor me, a mere six or seven-year-old child, forced to survive in these desolate mountains, far from any village or inn, struggling not to starve.
Fortunately, this valley was blessed with pure nature. After days of eating wild berries and drinking stream water, my master finally returned. She still wore that ghostly, see-through robe, now stained with blood at the collar and cuffs. A hint of tiredness lingered at the corner of her brow.
Noticing my gaze on the bloodstains, she said, "It's not mine."
"Oh." I nodded, then offered her several freshly picked wild fruits.
She paused, took one from my hand, and murmured softly, "I'm already full. Keep them for yourself." Despite her words, she gently bit into the fruit, a faint smile touching her lips.
After eating, Master wielded her flying sword to cut down several large trees and split massive boulders. With a few distant gestures of her pale hand, a simple wooden hut took shape. I gazed at the rough structure and couldn't help but marvel inwardly.