Chapter 1: Please Kill Me Quickly!

The rain fell in a thin, constant drizzle, stretching into a hazy curtain.

Beneath that veil of rain, the Snow-haired Sword Immortal gripped her longsword tightly, her cherry-red lips trembling slightly.

“Junior Brother! You were bewitched by the Lord of the Demonic Path, forming factions and harming countless living beings…”

Her sword pointed directly at the bound young man.

As the rain blurred her vision, Li Shixue seemed to see a vision from the past.

Many years ago, it had been a rainy day just like this one.

A young boy, holding a paper umbrella, had run breathlessly up the long mountain path to hand her a food container he had been shielding in his arms.

His hair and shoulders were mostly soaked, but his dark eyes shone with incredible brightness.

“Senior Sister, I made these osmanthus cakes… If you don’t mind, please try them for me. They’re still warm!”

At that time, she had only glanced at the moisture-beaded container, her brows furrowing slightly.

“Those on the path of cultivation should not indulge in the desires of the mouth and stomach. The rain is heavy; return and transcribe the Heart Clearing Incantation ten times.”

The light in the boy’s eyes dimmed, and he lowered his head with a self-mocking smile.

“You’re right. I’ll go transcribe it now.”

He placed the food container on the porch, turned, and ran back into the rain.

Before long, his thin back was swallowed by the downpour.

As for that box of osmanthus cakes… it was likely carried off by a patrolling Spiritual Beast later, wasn’t it?

Li Shixue had never asked.

Now, things had changed.

The boy from her memory was currently kneeling on the blood-stained, muddy ground.

The Immortal-Binding Rope bit deeply into his shoulders and wrists, continuously eroding the demonic energy within his body.

Rainwater mixed with blood, snaking down his lowered face.

Li Shixue’s blade hovered three inches from the space between his eyebrows, her quiet eyes scrutinizing the young man.

“…Your debts of evil are many. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

Chu Yuan slowly raised his head.

“Things have come to this; I have nothing left to say… Please, kill me quickly!”

The rain pushed aside the messy hair on his forehead, revealing his eyes.

Those bright eyes held no resentment and no plea—only a sense of relief. Internally, he thought:

‘Motherfucker!’

‘I’m finally finishing my role!!!’

Thinking back to when he first transmigrated into this female-dominant world, Chu Yuan had been full of spirit, wondering what kind of “Golden Finger” he would receive.

Unfortunately, the system was a total prick, giving him the [Licking Dog Villain Role-Playing System].

As the Junior Brother of a Feng Aotian protagonist, he had to play the role of a “licking dog” whose love was unrequited, eventually falling into the Demonic Path and being killed.

In the blink of an eye, 300 years had passed.

300 years!

He had spent a full 300 years as a pathetic devotee!

‘Do you know how I’ve spent these 300 years?’

What had kept Chu Yuan working so diligently were undoubtedly the various stage rewards and the ultimate grand prize:

[Complete all scripts to return to the day of transmigration with your maximum cultivation and treasures, allowing for free play.]

To put it simply, he was currently playing the “Story Mode.”

In the “Second Playthrough,” he could switch to “Free Mode” and do whatever he wanted.

At the thought of his invincible life after the reset, Chu Yuan couldn’t help but hum a little tune in his head.

Next, Chu Yuan only needed to hold out until this Feng Aotian Senior Sister executed him.

Recalling the script’s requirements, he reversed his cultivation technique and spat out a mouthful of essence blood.

Seeing this, Li Shixue’s jade-like hand holding the sword trembled.

“Junior Brother… what are you doing???”

Chu Yuan gave a tragic smile.

“Heh! It’s just a fatal injury; why should Senior Sister care? I can only say it’s an old wound from when my soul was damaged while helping you break through that year…”

‘Helping me break through?’

Li Shixue’s blue eyes shrank violently as she suddenly remembered.

That was the crucial moment when she was pushing for a major breakthrough.

At the time, she had suffered a backlash from her Heart Demon, and her sword intent had almost spiraled out of control.

Thunder and lightning crashed outside her secluded cave, and the cold jade platform where she sat was covered in cracks.

Just when she thought her Dao foundation would surely be damaged, a gentle stream of spiritual power was continuously channeled to her from the outside, precisely protecting her nearly collapsing meridians.

That spiritual power was both familiar and strange, supporting her through the most dangerous moment.

When she emerged from seclusion and saw her pale Junior Brother, he had smiled at her as brightly as ever.

“Congratulations on your breakthrough, Senior Sister!”

She had only nodded indifferently, never once asking him: how are your injuries?

Thinking about it now, that warmth that supported her must have used his own sword intent as a guide to forcibly divert the power of her backlash.

No wonder his soul was damaged afterward, requiring him to recuperate in seclusion for a full six months.

Li Shixue’s hand holding the sword unconsciously lowered.

“Immortal Li!”

Amidst her daze, a clear male voice suddenly called out.

She looked to the side as a refined and elegant gentleman flew out from the Righteous Path Alliance in the distance.

The gentleman wore a plain silk robe with a water-repelling barrier over it; even his shoes weren’t stained with a speck of mud.

Chu Yunlan, Chu Yuan’s brother and the current Holy Lord of the Taixu Sacred Domain.

At this moment, his face was filled with a perfectly calculated expression of grief and regret.

His gaze fell on Chu Yuan, and he let out the sigh of an elder brother disappointed by a younger sibling’s failure.

“My foolish younger brother—!”

His voice carried a pained tremble.

“We are brothers. I truly cannot understand why you would choose to degrade yourself and associate with these demonic monsters. Do you have some unspeakable hardship? If you do, speak it now. With the fellows of the world present here, perhaps…”

“Your Majesty! You don’t need to waste your breath.”

An old man with white hair and a cold, stern face interrupted in a deep voice.

“The evidence is conclusive! This brat was the son of the former Holy Lord, yet he dared to collude with the Demonic Path and harm countless disciples of our Righteous Path. His crimes are too numerous to record! Today, we must execute him to uphold justice!”

Watching the two of them play off each other, Chu Yuan let out a sneer as if he had heard a ridiculous joke.

“Heh! A fake young master and the dog by his side joined forces to usurp the holy throne that belonged to me, and now you’re here acting all virtuous? You lot really have thick skin, don’t you?”

Chu Yuan’s tone was full of disdain.

If it weren’t for the system’s script restrictions, he would have wiped out this fake young master and his treacherous faction over 100 years ago.

At the mention of the word “fake,” the corner of Chu Yunlan’s eye twitched uncontrollably, but he pretended not to hear.

He shook his head with a forced sigh and cupped his hands toward Li Shixue.

“Immortal Li, this person and I are biological brothers after all. I truly cannot bear to do it myself. I ask that you do the honors… so as to end this ill-fated relationship.”

‘Ill-fated relationship…’

Those words were like cold needles piercing Li Shixue’s heart.

Her fingers tightened around the sword hilt, and her natal spiritual sword let out a low, faint hum.

In contrast, Chu Yuan had already tilted his head up and closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching upward in an irrepressible urge to smile.

‘No! Hold it!’

‘I can’t laugh yet!’

‘I have to stand my final watch properly.’

‘As long as this Feng Aotian kills me, I can finish my role and be reborn!’

‘After being reborn, it will only take a few years for me to break through to the Mahayana Stage, take control of the holy throne, marry 10,000 beauties for my harem, prove the supreme Great Dao, and ascend to the peak of this world.’

‘Come!’

‘Senior Sister!’

‘Hurry up and kill me!!!’

‘Your Junior Brother’s Great Dao must begin with your execution! Wryyyyyy!!!!!’

However, he waited for a long time, and the sword still did not fall.

Chu Yuan frowned and opened his eyes, only to see—

That Senior Sister, who had been expressionless for 300 years, actually looked like she was struggling.

Thump-thump!

A bad premonition suddenly arose in Chu Yuan’s heart.

‘This woman has been a wooden block for 300 years… She wouldn’t be having an epiphany now, would she?’