Shaolin Temple.
Outside the mountain gate.
A young monk in white robes, with a handsome and refined appearance, was bowing in farewell.
“Fahai, this trip to Wuliang Mountain, do not tarnish Shaolin’s reputation.”
An old monk in a kasaya, with a solemn expression, repeatedly admonished the young man before him.
A moment later, he added:
“If there is danger, prioritize your own safety.”
“Disciple understands.”
The young monk nodded in agreement.
Then he turned around.
Unconcealed joy filled his brows.
“It’s been three years.”
“I can finally go down the mountain.”
The young man took a deep breath, as if to dispel his accumulated melancholy.
He was a Shaolin Disciple, with the dharma name Fahai.
He was, in fact, a Transmigrator.
Three years ago, his Soul Transmigrated here, entering this world where Wuxia converged.
When he first heard of it, he was greatly shocked.
This world was a gathering place for all Wuxia.
Not only was there Shaolin Temple.
There was also Wudang Sect, which was as famous as it.
There was Yihua Palace, which claimed that men were forbidden to enter.
There was Cihang Jingzhai, which assisted the Great Sui Dynasty.
There was the Yin Kui Sect, which led the Demonic Path, and so on.
The Schools, characters, and Dynasties familiar from his previous life all coexisted in this world.
He originally thought that after Transmigration, he could roam the Jianghu with a sword, enjoy grudges and enmities, and be surrounded by beauties.
Who knew he would become a monk?
Born in the 21st century, he suddenly entered the monastic life, abstaining from alcohol and meat, and severing emotional desires.
How could he endure it?
Even more tragically, Shaolin Temple’s precepts were strict. Although Fahai was only fifteen, he had already entered the Acquired Realm, possessing extraordinary Aptitude.
He was regarded as the first among Shaolin Temple’s young generation, after Wuhua.
In this world’s Martial Dao, the Realms from low to high were: Third-rate, Second-rate, First-rate, Acquired, Innate, Grandmaster, Great Grandmaster, Heavenly Human Realm.
Starting from the Acquired Realm, it was divided into early, middle, and late stages.
Great Grandmaster was further divided into First to Ninth Rank.
Above the Grandmaster of the Ninth Rank, was the Heavenly Human Realm.
This Realm already possessed the power to be invincible against ten thousand men.
Even Dynasties with hundreds of thousands of troops dared not easily provoke such an existence.
As for above the Heavenly Human Realm, there was also a legend.
Land Immortal.
Such an existence could already transcend the mortal world and live freely and unconstrained.
Like a true Immortal.
Di Shitian and the Undying Demon Yin Zhong, whom Fahai knew, had very likely entered this Realm.
For ordinary people to reach the Acquired Realm, it was extremely difficult without more than twenty years of arduous cultivation.
Even a Genius would need about ten years.
Yet Fahai entered this Realm in just three years, which could be called a Prodigy.
His Aptitude was comparable to the Luck-favored children of this world, such as Fengyun and Zhang Sanfeng.
Therefore, Shaolin Temple, from top to bottom, placed great hopes on Fahai, seeing him as a candidate for future abbot.
Unfortunately.
In Fahai’s heart, he only wanted to return to secular life.
Having Transmigrated, to be a monk, to not touch meat or see beautiful women.
To be confined within a temple for life.
How could he be willing?
Which man doesn’t yearn to roam the world with a sword? To wander the Jianghu? To enjoy grudges and enmities? To embrace beauties?
After three years of cultivation in Shaolin Temple, a glimmer of hope finally appeared.
Recently, the Jianghu had been stirring.
Congbian XianSheng Su Xinghe released news, inviting the world’s top experts to gather at Wuliang Mountain to solve the Zhenlong Chess Game.
Shaolin Temple, being a Martial Forest Holy Land, naturally made the list.
Fahai proactively volunteered, vowing to break this chess game and bring glory to the temple.
The abbot, seeing his extraordinary talent and that he had just entered the Acquired Realm and needed experience, allowed him to descend the mountain.
Fahai had his own plans.
He had read in books how Xuzhu broke the chess game, and now only needed to follow suit.
This would not only bring him great fame but also allow him to inherit Wu Yazi’s lifelong cultivation from the Xiaoyao Sect.
But more than these, he was tired of the daily bland food and simple meals.
This trip down the mountain, he was determined to drink heartily, eat meat abundantly, and meet beautiful women.
“Precepts? To Hell with them!”
“No one can control me.”
Just as he was full of anticipation, a mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
“Ding!”
“System binding in progress!”
“System?”
“You finally came! Three years, do you know how much I suffered?”
Before his emotions could fully vent, a prompt sounded again in his ear.
“Ding!”
“Precept-Breaking System successfully bound!”
“Precept-Breaking? What does that mean?”
“What are its functions?”
“Host, for every Buddhist precept broken, you will receive a reward.”
“The first precept-breaking reward is generous, subsequent rewards will be random drops.”
“For every ten accumulated precept-breakings, a critical reward will be triggered.”
“So, the more unrestrained I am, the more rewards I get?”
Fahai was stunned.
“Yes, Host! Please act quickly!”
Upon hearing this, he couldn’t help but smile.
This System is exactly what I want.
The so-called Eight Buddhist Precepts are:
First, not to kill; second, not to steal; third, not to engage in sexual misconduct; fourth, not to lie; fifth, not to drink alcohol; sixth, not to adorn oneself with singing and dancing; seventh, not to sit or lie on high, wide beds; eighth, not to eat after noon.
Ultimately, which one isn’t a suppression of human desires?
Humans are not plants; how can they be without desires?
“This time down the mountain, I will break all these Eight Precepts!”
As this thought arose, his footsteps quickened.
As he walked, a figure suddenly shot out from the forest and threw herself into his arms.
Dark hair cascaded, and a fragrant scent assailed him…
“This is…”
A Fairy fallen from the sky?
Fahai was momentarily stunned, looking down.
The beauty in his arms had skin as white as snow, and clear eyes, making his heart flutter.
It was a face as cold as ice, yet it hid a beauty rarely seen in the world. The phrase 'sinking fish and falling geese' could hardly describe her grace.
Only one word could accurately describe her — White Fox Face!
Her appearance was dazzling and moving, stunning like a Yao Realm Fairy!
She curled in his arms, her face cold, but her beauty was devastatingly captivating, rarely found in the world, peerless in grace!
Her brows were like distant mountains, her skin like congealed fat, full of heroic spirit, her face astonishingly beautiful!
She was extremely beautiful, as cold as an Immortal, yet like a snow lotus on a snow-capped mountain peak, beautiful and unattainable.
Like the ice frozen for ten thousand years on the peak of Kunlun Mountain.
Her temperament was ethereal, her demeanor extraordinary.
She wore white, which should have been pure and flawless, but now it was stained with blood, and she appeared weak, clearly severely injured.
Her body was covered in wounds, her breath faint, yet a strange blush appeared on her face.
Her originally cold and pale face was now flushed crimson.
What was happening?
Fahai felt a surge of doubt; it shouldn’t be like this.
The woman slowly opened a pair of clear yet radiant eyes, looking at Fahai. Her breathing was chaotic, but she forcibly suppressed the turmoil within her body.
“I never thought I would meet a man even in this remote place.”
Nangong Pu She murmured softly, her voice like flowing spring water, directly touching the heart.
Clear and pleasant to the ear.
“Unfortunately… he’s a monk.”
“I, Nangong Pu She, have not yet avenged myself, yet I am about to die from this Huan San poison first!”
A sense of powerlessness welled up in her heart.
Half her life she had drifted, solely for revenge. Who knew her great revenge remained unfulfilled, and she was instead ambushed by a villain, almost losing her life.
She possessed rare martial arts talent in the world, but her fate was fraught with hardship, and she wandered everywhere, never daring to be idle for a moment.
Everything was for that obsession.
Who knew that before she could even enter the Heavenly Human Realm and personally exact her revenge, she would perish here?
This time, she was first ambushed by enemies, escaping with severe injuries, her strength less than one-tenth of its original. Just as she escaped danger, she was taken advantage of by a lecherous scoundrel and inadvertently poisoned with Huan San.
Huan San was not a deadly poison, but it was equivalent to a fatal trap.
Once poisoned, if one did not engage in sexual intercourse, they would die!
Even a top expert would be helpless!
Nangong Pu She originally intended to fight to the death to escape, as long as she encountered a man.
Even if she sacrificed her reputation, she would save her life and then talk about revenge.
As it turned out, she encountered a monk.
Heh, truly fate plays tricks on people; it had to be a monk.
Buddhist precepts were strict, and monks regarded their rules as life itself.
Monks would never break their precepts.
Even if she held a knife to his throat, it would probably be useless.
She slowly closed her eyes, her heart filled with desolation. Was she really going to die here?
What a pity for that astonishingly brilliant Aptitude.
Her revenge, she had not yet settled!
At this moment, Fahai, upon hearing these words, felt a tumultuous wave surge in his heart!
Huan San?!
Good heavens!
It really was this Dong Xi!
He hadn't expected to encounter such trouble!
Nangong Pu She’s breath was weak, but her cheeks were flushed. Fahai initially didn’t understand, but then realized it was the “Huanxi San” at work.
He suddenly realized — she was the Nangong Pu She who was famous throughout Liyang?
Back then, she observed the surging sea on the land, and her Eighteen Stops saber technique astonished the world, since then, there was no longer an enemy to the Land Immortal. She was the most beautiful woman on the rouge list, carrying her dual sabers, Embroidered Winter and Spring Thunder, possessing extraordinary talent, and was once praised by Li Chungang as a Prodigy who could fight Wang Xianzhi.
With a single swing of her saber, wind and snow swirled; she created the Eighteen Stops, each step breathtaking.
Six Stops could kill a second-rank master, Nine Stops could break the Finger Profundity, Twelve Stops could enter the Heavenly Elephant Realm; Sixteen Stops could tear even an indestructible Vajra body like paper; after Eighteen Stops, no one in the world could rival her, her first move was invincible.
She was a pillar of the future Jianghu, and originally had a romantic connection with the Northern Liang Prince, Xu Fengnian, rumored to be the only woman Xu Fengnian married.
He hadn't expected to meet her here today, and it seemed to be disrupting the arrangements of fate.
Fahai’s heart tightened, solely because she still had a great revenge to exact. That enemy was no ordinary person.
She had four arch-enemies. The strongest one was Xie Guanying — a strategist of the Heavenly Human Realm, skilled at seizing the Luck of heaven and earth, attempting to dominate for a thousand years.
He had personally murdered his wife and abandoned his daughter. That woman was originally a Flood Dragon about to transform into a Dragon, but was poisoned by him at her weakest, her Luck severed, her Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.
Nangong Pu She cultivated martial arts to its peak, solely to avenge this deep-seated blood feud.
The other three were also extraordinary individuals: Wang Xianzhi, the second most powerful in the world, Lord of Martial Emperor City, who had roamed the Jianghu for sixty years; Han Diaosi, the chief eunuch of the imperial palace, whose strength was almost at the Heavenly Human Realm; Tuoba Pusa, the Northern Mang God of War, the martial arts leader of the entire nation.
Each of them was a formidable opponent.
Even with her unparalleled talent, the path to revenge was extremely perilous.
And now, the most urgent matter was not grudges, but life and death.
She was poisoned with “Huanxi San”; if she did not engage in sexual intercourse, her life would not last long.
With death approaching, the desire for revenge could only become an empty dream.
At this moment, she had lost all reason. Driven by instinct, she pressed tightly against Fahai, her fragrant lips moving frequently, her delicate hand sliding across his chest.
Fahai’s heart tightened, and he gasped.
“It seems that among my Eight Precepts, this time I have broken the precept of lust.”
“Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda.”
“If I don’t enter Hell, who will?”
“Female Benefactor, this poor monk is coming.”
“I apologize, Female Benefactor, for the offense.”
After a long time, Fahai slowly unbuttoned his robes, gently rubbed his waist, and stood up.
At this moment, he truly understood the profound meaning of “Within the Rouge County lie tigers and wolves, the second most powerful in the world, Xu Fuchang.”
Just then, a System prompt suddenly sounded.
“Detecting that the Host has broken a precept. Given the first successful breaking, a generous reward will be issued.”
“The grand gift package has been sent. Please pay attention to receiving it.”
Upon hearing this voice, Fahai immediately became alert, his eyes shining, his heart filled with excitement.