Reborn as the Novel’s Villain: Cultivation Lost, Female Leads Take Control

Northern Province, Qingming Sect

One of the Six Peaks, Purple Cloud Peak.

A piercing scream echoed from the Peak Master’s hall, carrying words like “Extraterrestrial Demon” and “Don’t even think about it.”

Moments later, a figure dressed in red darted away from halfway up the mountain.

Inside the Main Hall.

“I… Did I just walk into the wrong set?!”

A strikingly handsome man lay slumped below a jade throne, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his face frozen in terror as if he had just witnessed something unimaginably horrifying. However, a hint of confusion in his eyes suggested that he had no memory of the event.

His name was Xu Yang.

One moment, he was home, and the next, he was face-to-face with a speeding truck. After a split-second encounter, everything went black, and when he opened his eyes, he was here.

Before Xu Yang could figure out what had happened, an ethereal figure entered the hall, casting a shadow that blocked out the daylight.

The woman wore a crimson dress. She was stunning, her skin as fair as white jade, her delicate brows like willow leaves, a high-bridged nose, and captivating peach blossom eyes that could steal one’s soul. She walked with grace, and as her dress swayed, her perfect, ivory-like legs became faintly visible.

Situ Qingqing

Xu Yang felt momentarily dazed.

Before he could fully process his situation, the woman knelt before him. Her graceful movements made her slender waist resemble a willowy branch. She looked at Xu Yang, her eyes filled with urgency and concern.

“Master, what happened to you?”

In her worry, she clasped Xu Yang’s hand.

Xu Yang blinked, utterly confused, yet her hand felt cool and smooth, like a piece of polished jade… Hold on.

Did she… just squeeze his hand? For a split second, he thought, “Could she be… taking advantage of me?”

The woman pouted, looking indignant. “Master, how did you get so gravely injured? Did some vile scoundrel ambush you?”

It seemed that as she took his pulse, she noticed the severe damage he had sustained—meridians shattered, dantian destroyed.

‘Is there a chance I’m that vile scoundrel?’

Sensing her genuine anger, Xu Yang dared not speak, fearing she might realize he wasn’t her real master and, in her rage, cut him down.

“Master, don’t worry. Whoever hurt you, I won’t let them off!”

Her voice brimmed with resolve as she clenched her jaw.

Xu Yang felt a chill down his spine, making him even less inclined to say anything. He decided to keep quiet, playing the mute.

Seeing his silence, the woman assumed he was too downcast to speak after losing his cultivation. After all, anyone would be devastated by such a misfortune.

“Master, please forgive me for being forward.”

Without waiting, she gently lifted Xu Yang into her arms and carried him to the rear hall toward the bed.

As Xu Yang was placed on the large, soft bed, he thought this disciple of his was quite respectful. It seemed his earlier feeling was just a misunderstanding; how could she possibly want to take advantage of him… Wait, why was she suddenly starting to undress him?

“Master, please don’t worry. As your disciple, it’s my responsibility to see exactly where you’re hurt.”

With a serious expression, she began to undo his clothing, revealing his flawless physique.

Suddenly, her face turned red.

Yet, her hands didn’t falter, delicately touching his body as if wiping a priceless piece of porcelain.

Something felt terribly off… Xu Yang felt his whole body tingle and hurriedly said, “Disciple, I can recuperate on my own. Perhaps you should leave so I can rest?”

Her hands paused, and after a moment of silence, she lifted her head, her gaze fixed directly on him, her peach blossom eyes twinkling. “Master, you wouldn’t want anyone outside to know about your loss of cultivation, would you?”

“Disciple, you…”

Xu Yang suddenly realized that this seemingly obedient disciple was taking advantage of his weakness, but there was nothing he could do.

She moved closer, her mesmerizing eyes locked on his, tracing a finger along his chin. “Shh, Master, call me Qing’er…”

Two Hours Later

Situ Qingqing, her cheeks still flushed, left behind a faint parting remark, “Master, I’ll treat you well from now on!” before disappearing gracefully.

Xu Yang lay there, his body sore and mind reeling.

“Did… did she… defile me?!”

After a long silence, he forced out a few words through gritted teeth.

During those grueling two hours, his ‘rebellious disciple’ Situ Qingqing had taken full advantage of him.

Meanwhile, Xu Yang had finally pieced together his current predicament.

He had transmigrated—into a novel he had sarcastically called a “dropped story,” as a character considered one of the worst villains…

Not only was the protagonist a heartless manipulator, but Xu Yang’s former self was also incredibly powerful. As the Peak Master of Purple Cloud Peak in the Qingming Sect, he held immense authority, and his seven disciples were all extraordinary beauties, each with unmatched talent. In the early stages of the novel, each of these disciples had shown some interest in “Xu Yang,” but he was so focused on cultivation that he unwittingly ignored their affection.

Then, the author had thrown in an absurd twist to ruin “Xu Yang’s” reputation, making him refuse the protagonist as a disciple for being “too ambitious,” which ultimately led to the protagonist’s resentment and his disciples’ disappointment.

Xu Yang’s initial assessment wasn’t exactly wrong—the protagonist had indeed been a schemer. Whenever he joined a faction, he’d snatch power and even the wives of benefactors. Any time a character with a beautiful wife helped him, the protagonist would turn on them.

Unfortunately, Xu Yang’s mistake was not eliminating the protagonist entirely. As the saying goes, “If you cut the weeds without removing the roots, they’ll regrow in the spring.” The protagonist, fueled by hatred, went on to achieve miraculous encounters and rose to surpass Xu Yang in cultivation within three years, returning to take revenge.

“Thankfully, the plot hasn’t started yet, so there’s still a chance to turn things around!”

Xu Yang felt a sliver of relief.

If he had been at the story’s three-year mark, he’d have no choice but to make a swift escape.

As for now…

While the protagonist hadn’t yet revealed his potential, Xu Yang could plan his countermeasures.

He had two options: either to befriend or to antagonize the protagonist.

Befriending was out of the question—everyone who allied with the protagonist met with disastrous ends, so he wouldn’t bother grooming a backstabbing wolf.

Thus, the only option was to become the protagonist’s enemy.

Knowing he alone couldn’t defeat the protagonist, Xu Yang planned to rely on external help—his seven disciples, all prodigiously talented and blessed with fortunes that rivaled the protagonist’s.

If he could establish good relationships with them, even if he couldn’t eliminate the protagonist, his own life would be safe.

And he’d already succeeded in winning over the fourth disciple, Situ Qingqing… though, why did his waist feel sore?

“It’s a pity that as a transmigrator, I didn’t receive any golden finger. I’m letting all my predecessors down.”

Xu Yang muttered, rubbing his waist.

[Ding! Hearing the host’s call, the Ten-Thousandfold Return System is activating…]

Just as Xu Yang finished speaking, a cold mechanical voice echoed in his mind.

“Speak of the devil… wait, no, that sounds ominous!”

Xu Yang’s face lit up with joy, even his aching waist felt more relaxed.

Sure enough, being a transmigrator without a golden finger was unthinkable!

Suppressing his excitement, he quickly checked the system’s features.

[Ten-Thousandfold Return System: When the female leads impart or gift divine weapons, techniques, or spiritual treasures to the host, he can receive a critical return of up to ten thousand times!]

After reading the system description, Xu Yang’s expression turned strange.

‘Is this system encouraging me to… rely on women?’

[Ding! Situ Qingqing has helped the host heal through dual cultivation, restoring his meridians and triggering a ten-thousandfold critical return – Acquired: Supreme Yang Physique!]

The system notification chimed again.

‘Looks like I’m naturally suited for… a life of luxury!’

Xu Yang quickly accepted this new role.

“With this system, what’s there to fear about the protagonist? System, fuse the Supreme Yang Physique!”

Xu Yang commanded.

In the next moment.

A terrifying power surged through him, as if breaking free from life’s constraints, washing over his body like a tidal wave…

Cultivation Realms:
Qi Refinement, Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul, Divine Transformation, Void Shattering, Mahayana, Tribulation Crossing…