Empress: I Asked You to Detoxify Me, Not to Become the Supreme Immortal Emperor - Chapter 1:

Chapter 1:

“Lie down in this position. I, the Empress, am coming over!”

In the Abyss of Buried Heavens, a stunningly beautiful woman looked down at the young man lying on the ground.

As she spoke, she began removing her clothes.

“Hey! Don’t take it off… Don’t take it off!”

Watching the woman remove each layer of clothing, Qin Chuan’s voice trembled, and a wave of despair surged from his heart.

After accidentally falling into this Abyss of Buried Heavens, he had been tormented endlessly by this woman who called herself Empress Yaoxi. His legs were already so weak he could barely stand.

Yet, the next moment, her soft lips still pressed down. Soon, the only sounds left in the space were those that could not be described.

“Mm…”

…

A few days later.

The grass was littered with a phoenix crown, a bodice, undergarments, and a conspicuous stain of crimson.

Qin Chuan slowly opened his eyes, panting heavily. The first thing he saw was an unbelievably beautiful face. Yet now, facing this woman, he couldn’t help but tremble.

Empress Yaoxi’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes shimmering, and a powerful aura radiated from her.

“Y-Your Majesty… That’s enough, right?”

Looking at the red scratches all over his body, Qin Chuan felt like crying but had no tears. He could only imagine how fierce the previous battle had been.

He stood up, preparing to leave.

“Do you want to restore your dantian?”

Just then, Empress Yaoxi’s lazy voice came from behind him.

Hearing this, Qin Chuan paused mid-step. 

After hesitating for a moment, he turned back with doubt in his eyes. “You have a way?”

He had once been the young master of the Qin family in Guiyun City. 

Just a month ago, while fighting for a spiritual vein for his family, he was ambushed—his dantian crippled, his bloodline forcefully taken. Since then, his cultivation had plummeted, and he had become a cripple.

It was his fiancée, Lin Yiyi, who had told him there might be a spiritual herb in the Abyss of Buried Heavens capable of restoring a dantian, which was why he’d risked his life to enter this forbidden place.

Empress Yaoxi didn’t speak. She only nodded. Then her gaze slid over Qin Chuan’s body, her lips curving into a seductive smile.

“Be a good little furnace for me, and I won’t treat you unfairly.”

Qin Chuan froze, then realized what she meant.

He wanted to refuse, but the image of those hostile clans that had grown restless since his cultivation was destroyed flashed in his mind.

Clenching his teeth, Qin Chuan said bitterly, “I never expected this… After training hard for eighteen years, I now have to sell my body just to restore my dantian.”

Then he turned his head to the side. “Just hurry up and get it over with…”

The moment he finished speaking, a smooth, pale body pressed down. The air instantly filled with an intoxicating atmosphere.

“Mm… Ah…”

…

Two and a half hours later.

Empress Yaoxi’s complexion was rosy, her face glowing, and her bright eyes sparkled like stars.

Qin Chuan, on the other hand, felt his legs trembling—completely drained.

After several deep breaths, Qin Chuan began to examine his inner state. But his dantian remained lifeless, without a trace of profound energy.

Instantly furious, he stared at Empress Yaoxi. “You lied to me!”

Empress Yaoxi smiled faintly. “Lied? I said I had a way to restore your dantian. I never said how I would do it.”

“Then just now—”

“Just now what?” She blinked her large, innocent eyes.

“You… I…” Qin Chuan was at a loss for words. He quickly realized she had indeed said nothing specific—it had all been his own assumptions.

Letting out a long sigh, he understood he had suffered in silence, giving himself away for nothing.

“Alright then. I said I’d help restore your dantian, and I keep my word.”

Seeing Qin Chuan’s discouraged expression, Empress Yaoxi smiled gently. 

With a wave of her jade-like hand, a drop of blood essence flew out and instantly entered Qin Chuan’s brow.

“I am Empress Yaoxi, ruler of tens of thousands of Immortal Kings. Because I obtained the legendary Primordial Divine Artifact—Heaven and Earth Spirit Furnace—I was ambushed by the Empress of the Nine Heavens and infected with the Spring Poison of the Other Shore Flower. This poison activates three times. Each time, if I don’t engage in yin-yang dual cultivation with a Pure Yang man, I will perish—body and soul.

I had no choice but to flee to the lower realm and ended up in this Abyss of Buried Heavens. Perhaps it was fate that brought you to me.

You possess a Pure Yang body and striking looks. I am very satisfied.”

Her powerful voice echoed through the space.

Qin Chuan finally understood everything.

As the blood essence fused, he felt a change in his body.

A faint current of profound energy began to flow through his body, gradually gathering in his dantian.

His heart surged with joy. He could clearly feel life slowly returning to his once-dead dantian!

An hour later, he clenched his fists in excitement. His dantian had been fully restored!

“Thank you, Senior Yaoxi!”

Qin Chuan bowed deeply. Now that his dantian was restored, he could cultivate once more.

On the Tianyuan Continent, one could survive without anything—except strength.

But soon after, he sighed again. Although his dantian was back, his bloodline had been stripped away. He was still a cripple.

In this land, everyone was born with a natural bloodline.

Bloodlines were ranked from one to ten stars. The higher the star, the faster the cultivation.

From four stars upward, bloodlines were considered extremely rare, with limitless potential.

Qin Chuan had awakened the six-star Flame Tiger bloodline. He was regarded as a genius in Guiyun City, starting cultivation at age one. Through relentless effort, he had reached the 6th layer of the Profound Realm in just eighteen years!

If given a little more time, he could have become one of the top figures in the entire Qianyang Empire.

But all of that changed when the young master of the Azure Thunder Sect grew jealous of his bloodline.

After his dantian was destroyed, Qin Chuan had wanted to return home. But on the road back, he was ambushed by members of the Azure Thunder Sect.

Following the young master’s orders, a purple-robed elder used a secret technique to forcibly extract Qin Chuan’s six-star Flame Tiger bloodline.

That pain… was like having his muscles ripped from his bones!

And the only reason they spared his life—was because the young master wanted to watch the once-great genius of Guiyun City reduced to nothing.

Seeing his heavy expression, Empress Yaoxi smiled and said, “Are you sighing over the loss of your six-star bloodline?”

Qin Chuan looked up suddenly, eyes full of shock. “How did you know?”

At that moment, a golden sheen covered her eyes, and her presence became ethereal.

She gazed at Qin Chuan, then said slowly, “Actually, you possess twin bloodlines. On the surface, it seemed you only had the six-star Flame Tiger bloodline. But deep within, your body holds another, hidden bloodline.

That Flame Tiger bloodline likely existed only to conceal your true one. And I happen to know its name—the Vermilion Bird bloodline!”

“Twin bloodlines? Vermilion Bird bloodline?”

Qin Chuan’s eyes widened in confusion. He had never even heard of twin bloodlines on the entire Tianyuan Continent.

Empress Yaoxi smiled again. “Would you like to awaken your hidden bloodline?”

“Yes! Absolutely!”

Qin Chuan nodded rapidly like a pecking chick. But then, he noticed her gaze wandering across his body again.

To awaken it… he’d do it!

Clenching his teeth, Qin Chuan made a firm decision. He took off the robe he had just put back on and trembled as he spoke, “This time… be gentle…”