At the Beginning, the Villain Manipulates the Female Sword Immortal - Chapter 1:

Chapter 1: I’ll Give It to You

“What’s the point of pushing yourself to death? I… I’ll give it to you.”

That night, Ye Wudu slowly opened his eyes. What entered his sight was an unfamiliar environment, as though he had mistakenly wandered onto the set of a historical costume drama.

He lay in a woman’s arms.

She was so beautiful it was almost unreal.

Her white dress was purer than snow, her brows and eyes carried a frost-like chill, untouched by the dust of the mortal world. Her long black hair was loosely pinned with a jade hairpin, a few strands falling to brush against her pale, jade-like face.

Where the hell did I end up?

While Ye Wudu was still dazed, a sudden sharp pain shot through his neck.

At that moment, a flood of foreign memories surged into his mind. They did not belong to him… they belonged to the original owner of this body.

The woman before him was none other than the unparalleled female Sword Immortal of this era… Murong Wanyin.

The technique she cultivated, the Nine-Reincarnation Sword Art, was extraordinarily unique.

To reach its highest stage, Saint Entry, one had to undergo nine reincarnations… nine entirely different lives.

It wasn’t true rebirth, but rather nine cycles of memory loss, each lasting ten years.

Only by enduring the trials of the mortal world could one ascend to the peak of the sword path.

The original Ye Wudu, Young Master of the Demonic Sect, had learned this secret from his elder sister. Then, using every trick at his disposal, he found Murong Wanyin while she was undergoing her tribulation.

With his so-called exceptional manipulation skills, he deceived her and gained her trust.

He told her they had been childhood sweethearts, deeply in love.

He fabricated a story that her beauty had attracted a wealthy wastrel who insisted on forcibly marrying her. After she refused, the man became enraged and slaughtered her entire family. Only the two of them had narrowly escaped, and now they had no choice but to flee and hide.

Perhaps because Murong Wanyin’s personality in this final life was somewhat naive, she actually believed him.

Afterward, Ye Wudu brought her into seclusion in a remote small city.

In the blink of an eye, nine years passed.

Although Murong Wanyin had stayed by his side the entire time, Ye Wudu still hadn’t achieved his goal.

To put it bluntly, all his deception boiled down to one thing… he wanted to sleep with her.

The original owner had relied on his powerful background to commit countless evils. Abducting women was nothing unusual for him. By the age of sixteen, he had already achieved the so-called “thousand conquests.”

As his threshold kept rising, ordinary women no longer held any attraction for him.

Even when a brothel’s top courtesan danced naked before him, he showed no reaction at all.

Thus, the increasingly unhinged original owner set his sights on Murong Wanyin, who was in the midst of her tribulation.

Ye Wudu couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. The original owner truly had a death wish. A useless wastrel with no cultivation actually dared to scheme against a female Sword Immortal.

Now, only one year remained before Murong Wanyin would recover her memories… and so, the original owner panicked.

He wanted to make her pregnant before that happened. That way, even after she regained her memories, she might spare his life.

So, he pretended to commit suicide, pressing a dagger against his own neck to force her into submission.

But he used too much force and accidentally cut his carotid artery.

Then… he died.

And the new Ye Wudu transmigrated into this body.

At this moment, Murong Wanyin had already fed him a hemostatic pill. The wound on his neck was slowly scabbing over.

His face was pale from blood loss, but his life was no longer in danger.

Honestly, his mind was completely blank. He had no idea how to respond.

Whether it was transmigration or the original owner’s experiences, everything felt absurd… like something that could only exist in a novel.

Murong Wanyin merely thought he was too heartbroken to speak, so she didn’t dwell on it.

She gently carried him onto the bed, then reached for her blood-stained dress.

“Tonight, I will grant your wish.”

She raised her hand and removed the first layer of her gauze robe, her movements calm and unhurried, untouched by worldly desire.

The fabric slipped from her shoulders to her elbows, revealing her slender arms, so pale they seemed to merge with the moonlight.

Her collarbones dipped delicately, holding a faint glow… cold, like snow that never melts.

When the final layer of clothing fell to the ground, only a thin inner garment remained.

The moon-white silk clung lightly to her body, as thin as a cicada’s wing. Her chest rose and fell gently, her waist slender and graceful, like a painting come to life.

She pulled out the jade hairpin, and her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, reaching her waist.

Black hair, icy skin, flawless curves… the sheer visual impact was overwhelming, enough to make any supermodel from his previous life seem utterly insignificant.

Ye Wudu stared blankly, his mind spinning, unable to comprehend how someone could be this beautiful.

[Ding! Villain PUA System binding… Binding successful.]

[Detected: Host is facing a life-and-death crisis in one year.]

[Warning: Forcing Murong Wanyin to become pregnant will not prevent your death.]

[After Murong Wanyin regains her memories, she will skin you alive, tear out your tendons, sever your limbs, turn you into a human stick, and personally kill her own flesh and blood.]

[Your sister, Ye Yaoyue, upon learning this, will pursue Murong Wanyin for 1,000,000 meters. In the end, she will be heavily injured and defeated, indirectly leading to the destruction of Abyssal Burial Palace.]

[The only way to survive is to raise Murong Wanyin’s favorability to 80 within one year. Current favorability: 5.]

[Please proceed with caution. Do not act rashly. Every increase of 10 favorability points will grant corresponding rewards. Upon reaching 80, the ultimate reward will be unlocked.]

[Reminder: Host has a minor villain fate with low luck value and is prone to premature death. Cherish your life and stay away from the protagonist.]

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As the mechanical voice exploded in his mind, Murong Wanyin’s lips had already descended.

Soft, sweet, with a faint trace of coolness.

Ye Wudu’s eyes widened. He had no time to savor it. Like a startled maiden, he pushed her away abruptly.

“You… did you bathe?”

Caught off guard, he blurted out the first ridiculous excuse he could think of.

Murong Wanyin tilted her head, looking at him as though he were an idiot.

You begged for this for nine years… caused a scene for nine years.

And now you’re asking if I bathed?

What… do you think I smell?

Wasn’t it you who said I carried a natural fragrance that stirred your desires? That it was a scent no other woman in the world could compare to?

“Hurry up. I’m afraid you’ll stab yourself again tomorrow.”

As she spoke, Murong Wanyin cupped his face and leaned in again.

In truth, she didn’t have much affection for Ye Wudu. But they were childhood companions.

And because of her, his family had been slaughtered. What she felt toward him was more guilt and responsibility than anything else.

So even though he was lazy, good-for-nothing, ill-tempered, and obsessively controlling, she had endured it all without leaving.

He didn’t even allow her to speak to other men… ideally, not even to make eye contact.

If not for his laziness and unwillingness to earn money, he probably would have tied her up in the courtyard with a dog chain.

Ye Wudu pressed his hands against her fragrant shoulders and said solemnly, “I… I only asked you to come sleep with me, not to sleep with me. Your thoughts are too dirty!”

To survive, he hastily came up with this absurd excuse.

Murong Wanyin froze, completely baffled.

After a moment of silence, she asked expressionlessly, “You’ve been acting crazy for nine years, begging me every day… just to have me sleep beside you?”

Ye Wudu replied confidently, “I’m afraid of the cold. I like holding someone when I sleep. Is that not allowed?”

Murong Wanyin fell silent.

For a moment, she didn’t know what to say. Could it be… she had misunderstood all along?

Then what about those lecherous looks he gave her every single day for the past nine years?

Besides, it was autumn now.

After hesitating briefly, Murong Wanyin lay down beside Ye Wudu and gently wrapped her arms around him.

“Then I’ll hold you. You won’t feel cold. Sleep.”

She closed her eyes, pulling him into her embrace.

Ye Wudu hadn’t felt cold before, but the moment she hugged him, his entire body shivered.

He couldn’t help but complain, “Why is your body as cold as ice?”

Murong Wanyin glanced at him. “Then I’ll leave?”

Ye Wudu shook his head. “No need. Let’s sleep.”

Letting her go would be completely out of character for the original owner. He had to at least respect her intelligence a little.

Besides, sleeping together might help build affection.

The original owner had spent nine years with Murong Wanyin, yet her favorability was only 5. Raising it to 80 within a year… that was going to be difficult.

Did I transmigrate wrong? Why did I end up with such a hell-level start?

With these chaotic thoughts swirling in his mind, and his body still weak from blood loss, Ye Wudu soon drifted into sleep…