C1 Great Empress

Ye Yun's head felt like it had been struck a heavy blow, jolting him awake from his stupor.

Blinking in confusion, he surveyed the room, its ancient charm suffused with a delicate, elusive scent. The decor made it clear: this was a woman's chamber. A moment of bewilderment crossed his face as he whispered to himself, "Have I been transported to another world?"

His expression turned peculiar. In his past life, he'd devoured countless novels and was no stranger to tales of time travel.

"Could it be that I'm a despised son-in-law?"

Intent on gathering information, Ye Yun attempted to leave, only to discover he was bound to the bed.

"What's happening here?"

Then, a flood of memories surged into his mind.

Soon after, Ye Yun grasped the gravity of his predicament.

He found himself in a world overrun with demons and monsters, a mere Outer Sect disciple of the nefarious Heaven Smiting Sect.

Despite his title, his days consisted of menial tasks: sweeping courtyards, splitting wood, and cooking. His cultivation level was a mere first layer of Body Tempering, rendering him no better than trash.

Ye Yun exhaled a heavy sigh.

"So, I'm truly worthless..."

He couldn't help feeling that this new identity was rather lackluster.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and a stunning woman entered.

Clad in a form-fitting black gauze dress, she was a vision of beauty and allure, yet her demeanor was icy.

Ye Yun couldn't help but gulp at the sight of the breathtaking woman before him, though he remained on guard.

This was Leng Wuyan, the revered and formidable Sect Master of the Heaven Smiting Sect. Her might was legendary, her presence austere and unyielding.

Her overwhelming power earned her the title of Great Empress among the people.

Yet, just the day before, Leng Wuyan had summoned him, declaring her intention to marry him.

And now, here he was, bound by her hand.

Ye Yun was clueless as to why Leng Wuyan had taken an interest in him, much less why she had him tied up.

"Sect Master, could it be that you harbor some unique predilection?"

Her beauty was undeniable. If she were to compel him into intimacy, he found himself surprisingly willing to oblige.

Leng Wuyan regarded Ye Yun with a frosty gaze and said crisply, "I'll be brief. Our marriage is a sham. You are merely my husband in name. Cast aside any other notions. If you cooperate with me, in a month's time, I will reward you and aid in your breakthrough. As a disciple of the Heaven Smiting Sect, it is your duty to comply."

Ye Yun fell silent for a moment before asking softly, "May I know why?"

Leng Wuyan's gaze dropped as she replied, "You may not."

Ye Yun was tinged with a sense of helplessness and annoyance.

He felt reduced to a mere tool, neglected and unvalued.

Yet, he was cornered with no alternatives, and he dared not utter another word. A misstep in speech could prompt Leng Wuyan to end his life with a single strike.

He had no desire to die; survival was his immediate priority.

"Can you release me if I agree to cooperate?" he inquired.

Leng Wuyan nodded, "Yes, but I must seal your sexual capabilities."

With those words, her palm glowed, and she gently pressed it against Ye Yun's chest.

Ye Yun's face contorted with horror as he realized the implications of her act—he would be left as impotent as a castrated eunuch. "Sect Master, why would you do such a thing?" he exclaimed.

Leng Wuyan's icy stare met his, "Though we're not truly husband and wife, you're forbidden from engaging in sexual relations with any other women for a month. It's a precaution. Rest assured, the seal will lift automatically after one month, and it won't cause you any physical harm."

Ye Yun was seething inside!

Leng Wuyan's decree meant he was barred from intimacy not just with her, but with any woman!

Damn it all!

Her authoritarian ways infuriated him!

Despite his fierce resistance, it proved futile, and he could only watch helplessly as Leng Wuyan sealed away his sexual prowess.

Even with Leng Wuyan's status as the Great Empress, he couldn't accept the stripping away of his manhood!

Observing Ye Yun's struggle, a flicker of change crossed Leng Wuyan's expression.

She had never anticipated finding the elusive Devil Body she'd sought for decades within her own sect, and that Ye Yun possessed the Natural Devil Body—the most formidable of its kind.

Moreover, she hadn't expected that despite his Devil Body, his cultivation was merely at the first layer of Body Tempering.

And to her knowledge, Ye Yun had been stuck at this initial stage for two years without any sign of advancement.

Typically, there's a single word people use to label someone like this: a waste.

Ye Yun was nothing but a pretty face, with no other redeeming qualities—except for his Devil Body.

Leng Wuyan got word that in a month, those self-proclaimed noble sects planned to unite and strike at the Heaven Smiting Sect.

The Heaven Smiting Sect was the culmination of her life's work. She would never stand idly by and watch it fall.

Her power was formidable, but not enough to take on the combined might of all the righteous sect leaders alone.

Ye Yun's Natural Devil Body, however, could significantly boost her strength.

But to tap into that power, she needed to be intimate with Ye Yun—a thought that made her cheeks flush with a crimson hue.

This was Leng Wuyan's greatest challenge yet. Despite her millennia of life, she had never experienced romance or intimacy.

She hesitated. Her decision to seal Ye Yun's essence was deliberate; the magic of a virgin Devil Body was at its peak potency, offering her the most substantial benefit.

She resolved to steel her nerves before laying out the situation to Ye Yun.

Suddenly, Ye Yun groaned, his body emitting a faint glow. He was fighting her magic.

Leng Wuyan's brows knit together as she delicately manipulated her fingers, amplifying her spiritual force. "Stop your futile resistance," she commanded icily. "Your cultivation level is too low to defy me."

But Ye Yun bit down hard, refusing to yield.

Then, out of nowhere, a voice echoed in his mind: "Congratulations, host, for activating the God-level Shock System! Shock others, and reap the rewards!"

Ye Yun was ecstatic. A transmigrator like him was destined to have a system that would make him powerful!

The system presented a Newbie Gift Bag, inquiring if he wished to open it. Without a moment's hesitation, he chose to do so.

"Congratulations, host, on acquiring Physique Enhancement and Spirit Enhancement!"

In a flash, Ye Yun felt a surge of strength. With his newly fortified physique, he withstood Leng Wuyan's spell.

Leng Wuyan was utterly astounded when she realized that Ye Yun could withstand her magic. Could this be the fabled Natural Devil Body? To think that someone with only the first layer of Body Tempering could possess such a formidable constitution—it was truly terrifying!

But did Ye Yun really think he could break free from her grasp? Not a chance! Leng Wuyan amplified the surge of her Spiritual Force once more.

The voice of the system echoed anew, "Congratulations to the host for astonishing Leng Wuyan for the first time. The host's vitality and Qi are now enhancing automatically, meridians are self-repairing, and your cultivation speed has increased!"

"The host's absorption rate of Spiritual Energy has increased tenfold!"

"The host's insight into cultivation techniques has increased tenfold!"

"The host's physical conditioning has improved tenfold!"

As Ye Yun's body continued to fortify, he was also siphoning Leng Wuyan's spell, with his cultivation level soaring in tandem.

Leng Wuyan was horrified to discover that Ye Yun was actually drawing the Spiritual Force from within her! How could this be happening to her, an Emperor Level practitioner? And why were her techniques faltering, leaving her with a deficit of Spiritual Force?

Her palm seemed to be magnetically trapped against Ye Yun's body, unable to break free. As her Spiritual Force ebbed away, Leng Wuyan found herself growing weaker, while Ye Yun felt an overwhelming surge of power coursing through him, his body ablaze with energy.

With minimal effort, Ye Yun snapped the ropes binding him. Seizing the moment, he grasped Leng Wuyan's delicate hand.

Her cheeks flushed with a crimson hue, Leng Wuyan let out a soft moan, biting down on her lip as she issued a warning, "Ye Yun! If you dare lay a finger on me, I swear I'll end you!"

Ye Yun muttered a curse under his breath, indignant. Even now, in her dire straits, Leng Wuyan had the audacity to threaten him?

Resigned to his fate, Ye Yun decided if death was inevitable, he would meet it on his own terms.

Without hesitation, he pushed Leng Wuyan onto the bed, and this time, she ceased all resistance.