"Could this plot get any more ridiculous!"
Shen Qingqiu snapped his eyes open. Before him hung antique bed curtains, and a faint, cold fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose. Before he could figure out his situation, an icy mechanical voice exploded in his mind. Immediately after, a massive tide of memories was forcibly poured into him, splitting his head with pain.
By the time the dizziness finally faded, Shen Qingqiu lay collapsed on the soft pillow, face ashen gray, while ten thousand mythical beasts galloped and roared within his heart.
He had actually transmigrated into a book.
He had transmigrated into a dog-blood stallion cultivation novel he had just finished roasting last night—The Proud Supreme. Even worse, he wasn't the male lead who would eventually command a harem of three thousand beauties and unite the cultivation world. Instead, he was that scum Shizun—Shen Qingqiu! The one who tormented the young male lead to the brink of death, only to be skinned into a human stick by the blackened male lead and hung on the city wall to be exposed to the sun for forty-nine days!
The original Shen Qingqiu was the Peak Lord of Qingjing Peak on Cang Qiong Mountain. Born with a handsome appearance, he seemed gentle, elegant, and a modest gentleman, but in reality, he was a hypocrite who was jealous of talent and narrow-minded. Because he was jealous of the male lead Luo Binghe's talent, he made things difficult, humiliated, and tortured him in every way possible while the other was still his disciple. In the end, he even personally pushed him into the Endless Abyss.
"It's not that I don't want to cling to a powerful thigh," Shen Qingqiu covered his face in despair, "but who let this male lead be a dark-type, vengeful, thousand-times-retribution lunatic!"
Thinking of that miserable ending in the original work, Shen Qingqiu felt a chill at his neck, as if he could already feel the excruciating pain of having his bones scraped and flesh stripped.
Just then, that icy mechanical voice sounded in his mind again:
[System activation successful. Host identity: Shen Qingqiu. Current mission: Maintain the original character design and complete the plotline.]
The corner of Shen Qingqiu's mouth twitched: "Complete the plotline? Are you asking me to finish it and then go collect that ending of being turned into a human stick?"
[System Tip: If the plot deviation is too large, the obliteration mechanism will be triggered.]
Shen Qingqiu: "..."
This isn't a self-rescue system at all; this is clearly a death warrant!
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. Since he was here, he had to make the best of it. Although the system required maintaining the character design, as long as he didn't seek death and didn't drive Luo Binghe to the brink, could he change that tragic ending? After all, Luo Binghe's blackening value shouldn't be very high right now. If he started to turn over a new leaf and reinvent himself now, perhaps he could salvage this broken master-disciple relationship.
"I think I can still be saved." Shen Qingqiu murmured to himself, a flame named "will to live" igniting in his eyes.
He wanted to prove—that a scum villain could not only live but live even more dashingly than anyone else!
However, ideals are plump, but reality is often bony enough to grind against people.
Just as Shen Qingqiu had made his grand vow, a respectful yet timid report suddenly came from outside the door:
"Shizun, disciple Luo Binghe, comes to pay respects."
The moment he heard that name, the little flame Shen Qingqiu had just ignited was instantly extinguished with a "poof," as if a basin of cold water had doused him, chilling him to the bone.
Luo Binghe!
That male lead who was currently still a frail little white flower, but actually sensitive, suspicious, and ready to blacken at any moment!
Shen Qingqiu's heart skipped a beat. According to the original plot, today was the very day Luo Binghe entered the sect, and also the time Shen Qingqiu first displayed his "Shizun's authority." The original owner had disliked Luo Binghe's humble origins, didn't even give him a proper glance, and directly made him kneel outside to reflect for an hour.
If he didn't do it, would the system judge it as OOC (Out Of Character)?
If he did it, would Luo Binghe hold a grudge for this?
Shen Qingqiu's brain spun rapidly, weighing the pros and cons. Finally, he gritted his teeth and decided that preserving his life was the priority. As long as he adapted slightly and the general direction wasn't wrong, the system shouldn't be that harsh, right?
"Come in." Shen Qingqiu tried his best to make his voice sound cold and distant, fitting the original owner's aloof and icy style.
The door was gently pushed open, and a thin figure walked in.
The boy was wearing a set of ill-fitting gray disciple robes, clearly a temporary makeshift. He lowered his head, revealing a pale and fragile nape, his figure so thin that it seemed a gust of wind could blow him over. Although he tried his best to hide it, Shen Qingqiu could still read the tension and unease from his tense shoulders and slightly trembling fingertips.
Is this the unblackened Big Boss?
Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but roast in his heart: Where is the dark type? This is clearly just a frightened little white rabbit!
Luo Binghe walked to the desk, knelt down respectfully, and kowtowed: "Disciple Luo Binghe, greets Shizun."
Shen Qingqiu sat on the grand teacher's chair, looking down at this future nemesis. The boy's eyes were clear and forbearing, like a deep, bottomless cold pool, reflecting Shen Qingqiu's face, which was currently struggling to maintain its majesty.
At this moment, Shen Qingqiu suddenly felt that the road to self-rescue for this "scum villain" was going to be far more difficult than he had imagined.