Yang Kai as he lay still, his mind wasn't entirely blank. As he lay still, Yang Kai couldn't help but reflect on his recent experience. Though he had the power of immortality, he realized that without the strength to protect the people close to him, that power was meaningless. What use was eternal life if his loved ones could be taken from him by any passing threat? Strength wasn't just survival—it was responsibility. As he contemplated this, his gaze fell on the immortal pills Su Mu had brought. A spark lit in his eyes.
Thankfully, Su Mu had brought those immortal pills. Now, Yang Kai could test a theory he had long suspected. Half the pills were for healing, the other half for cultivation—an expensive collection, even by this world's standards.
Popping a few healing pills, he activated the True Yang Tactics. The familiar warmth spread through his body as the pills dissolved, their medicinal power seeping into his meridians. The relief was immediate. The pain dulled, his body mended, and something more—energy had seeped into his bones.
His suspicion had been correct. This golden skeleton of his wasn't just for show. It could absorb all types of energy, not just Yang-type.
"Jackpot," Yang Kai muttered, a smirk tugging at his lips. If those long nights studying biochemistry taught him anything, it was that adaptation was the key to survival. Here, in this new world of cultivation, it seemed his body had taken that lesson to heart—or rather, to bone.
With renewed excitement, he spent the rest of the day gobbling pills. The result? Confirmation. His golden skeleton accepted all energy types without discrimination. That, in itself, broke the rules of this world's rigid cultivation systems.
True Yang Tactics was strong, but it had limitations—needing Yang-rich environments. But now? He had a workaround. When Yang energy was available, he'd cultivate using True Yang Tactics. When it wasn't, his skeleton would soak up anything it could find. Like a power bank.
As he continued, he noticed something more. A faint link between his golden skeleton and the True Yang Tactics. They weren't just compatible—they were complementary.
When Yang Kai finally stirred again, he gasped. He'd consumed fifty pills. In his previous life, that'd be equivalent to chugging a dozen energy drinks laced with steroids and expecting to survive.
And yet, here he was. Alive. Stronger. And slightly hungry for more.
He stared at the remaining seven or eight pill bottles, and an idea sparked. It was reckless. It was absurd. It was exactly the kind of thinking a modern reincarnator thrived on.
He poured one bottle into his mouth, then another, and another—until they were all gone.
To an outsider, it would look like suicide. In the cultivation world, that kind of overdose could destroy a person's meridians. But Yang Kai trusted his body. Trusted his golden skeleton. Trusted the instincts of someone who'd lived once and learned not to live in fear.
As the energies clashed and stormed in his body, he activated the True Yang Tactics. The pain was excruciating. Like surgery without anesthesia. But through the agony, he could see inside himself—feel the strands of energy merge, clash, separate, and gradually, integrate.
He remembered past battles. The blood, the pain, the exhilaration. Growth through suffering. That was the pattern. That was the formula.
But he was missing something.
"I need a fight," he said aloud.
Breathing hard, he leapt from the bed and stormed to the house across the courtyard. Su Mu should be in there. A solid sparring partner.
He kicked open the door, ready to fight.
But it wasn't Su Mu.
Bathed in moonlight, standing near the window, was Su Yan. Her back bare, skin like porcelain, the curve of her form lit in silver.
Yang Kai froze.
In his past life, he had seen beauty. Models. Actresses. Artists. In this new world, he'd met graceful senior sister, But this? This was a painting brought to life. Su Yan's beauty surpassed them all. His heart thundered, his desires stirred. And for a second, the warrior in him was no more than a man.
"Shit... wrong room," he muttered, eyes wide, pulse racing.
Even Transmigrators could get caught off guard.
The current Su Yan was only wearing her underwear. Thus, her jade white, curvaceous backside, her perfectly rounded and perky bottom, long, slender legs, and silky snow-white skin were all exposed to Yang Kai's gaze.
Even though it was night, Yang Kai could see everything with startling clarity. That back of hers was like a masterpiece sculpted by the gods, gently curved, smooth as porcelain. Her glossy shoulders radiated a faint, natural fragrance that seemed to intoxicate the air itself. Her exquisitely balanced waistline flowed into a pair of perfectly round buttocks—firm, enticing, not overly large but hypnotically shaped. It was a sight that ignited the primal instincts buried deep within any man. The thin fabric of her underwear clung to her like a second skin, highlighting every alluring curve and adding an obscene allure that made Yang Kai's heart thud violently in his chest.
Her skin was so fair and luminous that under the faint moonlight, it looked like polished jade. The white of her undergarments merged with her pale tone, giving the illusion that she was completely bare, as if carved from a single block of crystal ice.
Perhaps it was the soft sound of his movement that reached her sharp ears—Su Yan suddenly turned halfway, one hand instinctively covering her ample chest. In the other was a white silk nightgown, evidently moments away from being worn. Her movement was fluid, graceful, like a snow lotus blooming under the moonlight.
Their eyes locked in the silent air. Yang Kai stood frozen, startled, yet unable to control his gaze as it slid down to her full, snowy breasts. Su Yan's expression trembled with fury, and within her beautiful eyes surged a killing intent sharp enough to pierce steel.
She saw his eyes—blood red! Burning like a starving wolf's, wild and gluttonous as they roamed every inch of her sacred form. His breathing grew heavy, primal desire clearly awakening.
"Ka cha cha..." With Su Yan as the epicenter, a blast of icy energy spread outward in all directions. The temperature in the room plummeted. Her crimson lips tightened into a cold line, her gaze enough to freeze a man in place.
Yang Kai suddenly sensed the danger and spun around, bolting from the room at his top speed. His movements were swift, like a shadow darting in the night. Within three breaths, he had left the room, though his mind was still clouded with the image of her flawless body.
But before he could find a place to hide, a thunderous crack erupted behind him. A giant hole tore through the house as a white figure flew through the debris.
Su Yan had already changed into her gown. Her face was cold, expression unreadable, but her eyes burned with restrained fury.
Yang Kai instinctively stepped back and raised his guard, trying to think of an explanation. But what excuse could possibly suffice? Any woman whose sacred privacy had been invaded like that wouldn't accept a simple apology.
Though Su Yan understood it may have been an accident—Yang Kai had no idea he would awaken here, and certainly couldn't have planned to be opposite her house—her dignity had still been trampled.
It was a colossal misunderstanding, but a misunderstanding still needed consequences.
She stood silently, awaiting an explanation to quell the fire in her heart. But Yang Kai—his eyes still blood red, his aura dense and bloodthirsty—said nothing. There was no shame, no remorse, only an ominous calm.
Fine, she thought. If you won't explain, then I'll carve the apology out of your skin!
An icy shard slowly condensed on Su Yan's fingertips, glittering with murderous intent. Without hesitation, she flicked her hand, and the shard rocketed toward Yang Kai like a comet of frost and fury.
An ice crystal slowly formed on Su Yan's fingertips. Then she flung her fingertips forward and that ice crystal flew out towards Yang Kai.
As it flew, it rapidly grew in size while also rotating at high speed. By the time it reached Yang Kai, it had expanded to the size of a wash basin.
Yang Kai didn't dare be negligent. Activating his True Yang World Qi, he brought his fist forward to meet the attack head-on. The Yin-attributed ice crystal collided with the Yang-attributed energy of his True Yang World Qi, both forces neutralizing one another on contact.
With a heavy crack, his fist struck the ice. The crystal shattered, sending a wave of jagged shards flying in every direction.
Sou, sou, sou… The sharp ice fragments bombarded Yang Kai relentlessly. Unable to fully dodge in time, over ten wounds opened across his body, blood streaming out freely. His already battered form staggered, teetering on the verge of collapse.
With a low growl, Yang Kai summoned the strength of his golden skeleton. Warmth surged through his limbs, and he felt his body's strength gradually recovering.
Shock flashed across Su Yan's eyes. She had assumed her technique would be enough to knock Yang Kai unconscious. Never had she imagined it would be forcefully countered.
Like a celestial fairy descending to the mortal realm, Su Yan floated toward him, her body gliding weightlessly. In an instant, she was at Yang Kai's side.
A sudden chill spread across his shoulder. Alarmed, Yang Kai retreated several steps, glancing at the source. His eyes narrowed as he saw a layer of spreading frost creeping across his flesh.
Without hesitation, he tore away the fabric around his shoulder and summoned a drop of Yang Liquid, applying it directly to the frozen area.
Hiss, hiss… The ice crackled and melted. His shoulder glowed red, like searing metal. The cold dissipated, burned away by the power of the Yang Liquid.
Su Yan's expression turned to one of disbelief. She had never thought Yang Kai could dissolve her Ice Qi so effectively. Her eyes frosted over with renewed resolve as she called forth the Thousand Layered Snow Waves.
The air shimmered with her power. Snow whirled around her, enveloping her like a cloak as the Thousand Layered Snow Waves surged forth, crashing toward Yang Kai like a storm-born tide.
The waves were majestic, yet violent. In the blink of an eye, Yang Kai was engulfed.
The cold pierced through him, freezing even his bones. Despite his cultivation in the True Yang Tactics, Yang Kai felt his limbs stiffening, as if he would soon become a sculpture of ice.
He understood—Su Yan wasn't trying to kill him, but she was furious. She was determined to discipline him thoroughly.
But this situation sparked an idea in his mind. Though his opponent far outclassed him in strength and cultivation, this was the perfect opportunity to test a theory.
Su Yan was on an entirely different level compared to Su Mu.
Inside the howling snowstorm, Su Yan's attacks rained down without pause. Yang Kai was utterly overwhelmed, unable to resist. Groans escaped his lips with each impact. Blood trickled from the corners of his mouth, and his body trembled from the unrelenting cold.
Yet, amidst the pain, Yang Kai's mind grew sharp. An unexpected clarity took root.
Instead of fighting back, he stopped resisting entirely—accepting each of Su Yan's attacks fully, as if embracing the storm itself.