I woke up cold, so cold my soul felt frostbitten.
Golden chains, Immortal-Binding Chains, the kind that could suppress a Soul Transformation cultivator, were wrapped around my wrists, ankles, and throat like some perverted jewelry.
Across from me sat a man who looked like sin carved into jade.
Long ink-black hair, blood-red eyes, black robes embroidered with crimson runes. The final boss of Proud Immortal Demon Way, Demon Venerable Li Wuyuan.
He was gently stroking my cheek with the back of his fingers, voice low and trembling:
"Qingxian… you're finally awake."
I blinked.
My real name is Shen Qingxian, the righteous sword cultivator who chopped off this lunatic's head in chapter 1287.
And right now I've transmigrated into his white moonlight, the one who ascended 300 years ago and left behind only a wisp of soul.
A wisp of soul that he's currently keeping in his bedroom.
Chained to his bed.
Like a pet.
Li Wuyuan leaned closer, breath hot against my ear.
"Three hundred years… I can finally touch you again."
Most people would scream.
I smiled sweetly and said,
"If you wanted to sleep with me, Your Majesty, you could've just asked. The chains are a bit much."
The air froze.
His pupils shrank to slits.
"You are not him."
I rattled the chains on purpose.
"Took you three seconds. Disappointing."
Demonic energy exploded. The entire palace shook.
I yawned.
"Kill me and you'll never hear your white moonlight call you… good boy."
His hand trembled.
Jackpot.