Night, black as ink.

“Hahaha! Empress Tantai, you stunning beauty—once I catch you, I’ll make you try all hundred of my tricks…”

“Even if you escape the Southern Sea Dao Domain, you still won’t escape the palm of my hand!”

“You were born with a body made for lust, and now you’ve been dosed with my Soul-Devouring Free-and-Easy Powder. Tonight, I’ll make sure to properly discipline you, the greatest beauty in the Southern Sea Dao Domain!”

“…”

A series of lewd, aged cackles poured down from the night sky and entered the ears of Luo Changqing, who had just been about to go to sleep on his bed.

“This wild?”

Any trace of drowsiness vanished from Luo Changqing.

This was the Heavenly Punishment Continent.

Not China.

And there were actually people here who played S&M?

Tilting his head, Luo Changqing was still itching to keep eavesdropping when—

Bang!

A thunderous crash rang out. A beautiful figure fell from the sky, smashed through the roof, and landed right on top of him.

Startled badly, Luo Changqing felt a soft, boneless body press against him, and with it came the virginal fragrance of a maiden in bloom.

“Don’t… make a sound… or I’ll kill you…”

A woman’s breathy voice, so seductive it could melt a man’s bones, slipped into Luo Changqing’s ears.

Under the bright moonlight, a woman in a red dress with a stunning figure was lying atop him. One boneless jade-like hand covered his mouth.

She was tall and shapely, with a lush chest and full hips. Her waist was so slender it seemed a strong gust of wind might snap it.

Her long, gorgeous legs were pressing down over his crotch…

Her face was hidden behind an icy veil. Her features could not be seen clearly, yet her silhouette alone was breathtaking enough to leave one stunned, the kind of beauty that made one marvel at the Creator’s handiwork.

Her smooth, flushed forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, and she panted softly, almost moaning.

Nervously, she lifted her elegant head and looked through the gaping hole in the roof toward the night sky. Only after sensing that a terrifying aura had swept past the thatched hut did she finally relax.

The red-dressed woman lowered her head and looked at the boy pinned beneath her with hazy, alluring eyes. Her delicate brows knitted slightly as she panted, “You… you’re a menial disciple of the Xuanqing Heavenly Sect?”

The two embroidered words “menial disciple” on Luo Changqing’s blue robe were especially glaring.

With his mouth still covered, the badly shaken Luo Changqing nodded.

Being pinned down by such a soft, delicate body made his heart race. Heat rose in his lower abdomen, his thoughts ran wild, and he swallowed hard.

Who was this woman?

That body was unbelievable.

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That’s right.

Luo Changqing had transmigrated.

Five years ago, he had crossed over to the Heavenly Punishment Continent, a world overrun by demon beasts where the strong devoured the weak.

During the first two years after his transmigration, his cultivation talent and comprehension were so abysmal that he was thrown out of sixteen sects one after another in utter disgrace.

Three years ago, he met the Xuanqing Heavenly Sect’s wine-obsessed Grand Elder of Transmission. By bribing him with Jiannanchun, Nü’erhong, and a copy of “The 108 Erotic Illustrations,” Luo Changqing bought his favor.

As a result, the Grand Elder of Transmission made Luo Changqing the most carefree menial disciple in the entire Xuanqing Heavenly Sect. At last, he had found shelter beneath the great tree of the sect and put an end to his days of wandering in constant fear.

At this moment, the poisoned woman in red looked at Luo Changqing’s handsome face, tinged with a faint roguish charm, and sorrow welled up in her heart.

“He is at least a disciple of the Xuanqing Heavenly Sect under my rule. Giving myself to him is still better than being defiled by that old devil Du…”

A crystal tear fell from the red-dressed woman’s eye and splashed across Luo Changqing’s forehead like a burst of shining dew. She swept her jade arm, and instantly Luo Changqing felt his entire body go rigid, unable to move.

“You are not allowed to look… or else… I-I’ll gouge your eyes out…”

“Miss, let’s talk this out—”

Luo Changqing jumped in fright. He felt a strip of silky, fragrant crimson cloth cover his eyes.

Through the gauzy fabric, thin as cicada wings, he could vaguely make out the veiled woman in red slipping out of her long dress.

What appeared before Luo Changqing…

His blood surged, and a stream of blood ran from his nose.

Smack!

“You shameless thing… no sense of decency…”

Her slender jade hand struck Luo Changqing across the face. It didn’t hurt much, but it was humiliating as hell.

Unable to move, Luo Changqing felt like crying without tears. He was the one being forced, and this great beauty still had the nerve to act wronged…

For the next half an hour, exquisite sounds rang out without end.

The woman gradually lost herself…

“Y-you… are you made of wood… standing there without moving…”

“Beautiful lady, I’d love to move… but didn’t you seal my acupoints?”

Before Luo Changqing could finish speaking, the woman swept her jade arm, and he immediately felt control of his body return.

Thinking of the slap she had just given him, Luo Changqing, still holding back a bellyful of anger, began battling fiercely with her…

At the same time, he did not notice that as he fought with the woman, the spiritual power inside her body was being frantically devoured by a birthmark on his chest.

That birthmark looked exactly like the character for “Punishment” in Heavenly Punishment…

“Bad man… if… if you dare lift my veil… I… I’ll definitely kill you…”

…

A full hour later.

At midnight, deep in the night, the red-dressed woman with the icy veil struggled to her feet from the bed, drenched in fragrant sweat and weak all over, then supported herself against the wall as she walked toward the thatched hut’s exit…

“Miss, what should I call you?”

Luo Changqing looked at the scattered bloodstains on the bed, then at the woman in red, his expression complicated.

The woman’s delicate body trembled slightly. She slowly turned back, glanced at the embroidered words “menial disciple” on Luo Changqing’s robe, and said frostily,

“Forget what happened tonight. If you dare mention it to anyone else, I’ll exterminate your entire clan!”

“You and I are not people from the same world. We will never meet again in this lifetime. Why would you need to know my name?”

With that, the woman in red supported herself against the wall and left the thatched hut. She turned into a red beam of light, shot into the sky, and vanished into the vast night…

“Miss, you dropped something.”

Luo Changqing picked up an ancient token from the bed engraved with the two characters “Tantai,” then chased after her—only to discover that the red-dressed woman had already disappeared without a trace.

“The moment she puts her dress back on, she pretends not to know me. She sure ran fast…”

“Hiss—”

As Luo Changqing muttered to himself, a burst of agonizing pain shot through his chest. It hurt so badly that he bared his teeth and broke out in a cold sweat.

He put away the token, quickly returned to the hut, pulled open his collar, and exposed his chest.

There, the “Punishment” birthmark on his chest was actually giving off a faint golden glow. Then the mark grew incomparably profound, as though it could devour all things, devour everything!

“What the hell is going on?”

A wave of dizziness overtook Luo Changqing. The scene before his eyes changed, and he found himself inside a boundless, infinite world.

The moment he saw it clearly, he was both shocked and horrified.

Demonic energy blotted out the heavens, and scattered throughout this world were the corpses of gigantic demons, each so immense it was impossible to tell how many tens of thousands of zhang tall they had once been.

Bones piled like mountains!

In the depths of this Demon Realm stood two towering pagodas that propped up the sky itself!

One radiated golden light, incomparably sacred!

The other was pitch-black from top to bottom, with devilish energy raging around it!

On the plaque of the sacred golden tower were lines of glittering gold script:

“Suppress immortals, suppress gods, suppress the chaos and disorder of heaven and earth, suppress all beings beneath the sky!”

On the plaque of the evil demonic tower was written:

“Bury immortals, bury Buddhas, bury the nine heavens and ten lands, bury all heavens and myriad worlds!”

And around the sacred golden tower floated six holy giant coffins, each vast as an ocean.

Around the evil demonic tower drifted six black demonic coffins, each as large as a floating continent!

“What is this? After transmigrating for five whole years, is my golden finger finally here?”

As Luo Changqing thought this, a terrifyingly domineering will, as though descending from beyond the highest heavens, crashed into his mind:

“When yin and yang fall into chaos, god and devil are but a single thought apart!”

“I ask the gods and Buddhas of all the heavens—who among you dares receive a single strike of my sword!”

Rumble—

The next instant, amid waves of deep thunderous noise, both the sacred golden tower and the black demonic tower began to tremble at the same time!

Surging golden divine power poured from the sacred golden tower into the void!

Boundless demonic power shot from the black demonic tower straight into the sky!

Above the space between the two towers, the golden divine power and overwhelming demonic power merged and transformed into a spacetime gate thousands of zhang in diameter!

That spacetime gate looked very much like a colossal Bagua diagram.

Across that Bagua-like gate were written enormous characters that seized the soul at a glance:

“Reverse spacetime, disorder yin and yang, return once more to thirty thousand years ago!”

Luo Changqing shuddered all over and murmured, “Could it be that passing through that gate lets one travel through time and return to thirty thousand years ago?”

While he was still confused, the anxious, aged voice of the Grand Elder of Transmission sounded from the outside world:

“Kid Luo, something terrible has happened—get out here, quick!”

“It’s Elder Lu!”

Luo Changqing reacted inwardly. The moment he thought about leaving this place, the scene before his eyes changed again, and he reappeared inside the thatched hut.

Bang!

At that moment, the door was shoved open, and a seventy-year-old man reeking of alcohol hurried in. He grabbed Luo Changqing and said, “The Sect Master wants to kill you—run!”

The old man’s name was Lu Anshan, the Xuanqing Heavenly Sect’s Grand Elder of Transmission. Over the past three years, he had taken especially good care of Luo Changqing and treated him like his own grandson.

And Luo Changqing had come to regard Lu Anshan as a grandfather.

One could say that after Luo Changqing arrived in the Heavenly Punishment Continent, this old man was the only family he had in the world.

Luo Changqing was first struck pale with shock. Then his sword-like brows drew together as he asked in confusion, “Elder Lu, have you drunk so much that you’re muddle-headed?”

“I’m just a lowly menial disciple of the Xuanqing Heavenly Sect. For the past three years, I’ve kept my head down and lived carefully in the sect, never offending anyone. Why would the Sect Master want to kill me?”

Lu Anshan said anxiously, “We’ll talk about that later. This Old Man will get you out of the Xuanqing Heavenly Sect first—otherwise it’ll be too late!”

Lu Anshan had just dragged Luo Changqing out of the thatched hut when a thunderous shout rang across the night sky:

“Grand Elder of Transmission, not only are you sheltering a wanted criminal, even now you’re still trying to help him escape. What nerve you have!”

Buzz, buzz—

In the next moment, dozens of beams of light descended from the sky and transformed outside the hut into dozens of elderly men with the bearing of immortals.

At the front stood none other than the Sect Master of the Xuanqing Heavenly Sect: Xuan Zheng!

The dozens of old men behind Xuan Zheng were elders of the Xuanqing Heavenly Sect.

“Your subordinate greets the Sect Master.” Lu Anshan bowed hastily, his expression full of panic.

“This disciple greets—”

The moment Luo Changqing opened his mouth, Xuan Zheng cut him off with a harsh roar. “My Xuanqing Heavenly Sect dares not claim a disciple like you!”

Xuan Zheng glared at Lu Anshan. “I investigated this Luo Changqing. For three years in a row, he failed to pass the assessments. According to sect rules, he should have been expelled from the Xuanqing Heavenly Sect long ago!”

“But he kept brewing fine liquor and bribing you, and you protected him for a full three years!”

“If he had been expelled three years ago, he would not now be dragging our sect down with him and pushing us into a catastrophe from which there would be no return!”

Lu Anshan’s white brows furrowed. He glared at Xuan Zheng, beard quivering. “Sect Master, if you’re going to put it that way, that’s not very fair.”

“For the past three years, you’ve drunk plenty of the Nü’erhong and Jiannanchun that the kid brewed!”

“And what did you say five days ago when you drank Jiannanchun with me?”

“You said, ‘Ah, this wine is truly fragrant!’”

“At the time, you even praised me, saying that keeping the kid in the sect specially to brew wine for the two of us was a fine thing!”

“So what now? Now that you’ve learned the kid is the wanted criminal the Saintess of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect wants dead, you shove all the blame onto this old man?”

Lu Anshan’s words left Xuan Zheng flushed red, his old face burning hot. “In three days, the Saintess of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect and an envoy will personally come to our Xuanqing Heavenly Sect.”

“If the Saintess finds out that Luo Changqing has been hiding in our sect these past three years, our sect could face annihilation!”

“Sect Master, Elder Lu.” Luo Changqing’s brows drew tight as he said respectfully, “I think I understand what you’re saying.”

“You’re saying I’m some criminal the Saintess of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect wants to kill. There must be some mistake.”

“I have never met the Saintess of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect, nor do I have any grudge or connection with her. How did I become a criminal?”

“There’s no mistake. Take a look and see whether this is you!” Xuan Zheng shook his right hand, and a scroll dropped open vertically.

Painted vividly on the scroll was the portrait of a young man.

The youth in the painting looked exactly the same as Luo Changqing.

In the lower right corner of the portrait was also a line of elegant handwriting brimming with killing intent:

“Luo Changqing, guilty of monstrous crimes. Whoever shelters this man shall have their entire clan executed!”

Signed:

“Saintess of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect—Mu Qingxuan!”