C1 Chu Qing Was Reborn!.

Lost in a daze, Chu Qing sensed a woman's presence pressing against him, her sensual body molding to his chest. Snapping his eyes open, he let out a sharp scream, shoving the woman aside and leaping from the bed, hastily wrapping himself in his robe.

"What are you doing?" Chu Qing's voice quivered. His mind was reeling, flooded with a deluge of information that left him dazed for a long stretch.

"You're awake," came a voice.

Before him was a young woman, perhaps in her mid-twenties, with delicate features and a sweet appearance. Her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders, her skin pale as snow. She lay there, nonchalantly lighting a cigarette, murmuring to herself, "Did the drug wear off so quickly? Well, it might be more fun with you conscious."

With a provocative toss of her hair, she cast a sultry glance at Chu Qing. "Come here, baby."

What in the world was happening?

As Chu Qing's consciousness had teetered on the edge of oblivion, a final thought had pierced his mind, leaving him ashen-faced and whispering, "Have I... been reborn?"

"And was it a woman who drugged me into unconsciousness?"

Had Chu Qing not awakened when he did, his virtue might have been compromised.

"It seems we've had a misunderstanding!" Chu Qing blurted out, scrambling into his clothes and making for the door.

"Do you really think you can leave?" The woman's brow creased, displeasure etched on her face. "I, Ye Chenxi, am not accustomed to rejection. You should be flattered by my interest in you!"

With that, Ye Chenxi unveiled her alluring form beneath the sheets, reaching out with slender arms to ensnare Chu Qing.

Chu Qing had no time to admire Ye Chenxi's figure, instinctively dodging her grasp. But the moment he brushed against her hand, a formidable strength surged, startling him. "You're incredibly strong!"

He bent backward, rolling away in a clumsy escape, then lunged for the door, fleeing as if his life depended on it.

"This one's martial arts are impressive; he dodged my Monument Opening Hand," Ye Chenxi mused, not bothering to pursue. With a cigarette perched between her lips, she smiled serenely. "Let's see where you can run, Chu Qing. I will find you."

Once Chu Qing had dashed from the hotel room to the streets, the sight of bustling traffic and towering skyscrapers overwhelmed him, and he felt an urge to weep with joy.

Chu Qing was home at last.

Three hundred years had passed since he left Earth. In his youth, a visit to Qingcheng Mountain had led him astray into the Cultivation World, marking the beginning of his journey. Rising early and retiring late, Chu Qing had dedicated himself to the sword, reaching the pinnacle of his powers, on the cusp of ascending to divinity.

As the gateway to the Immortal World beckoned, a mysterious vortex materialized. Without hesitation, Chu Qing stepped through, unwittingly shattering the temporal barrier and returning to Earth.

But as he pieced together his memories, Chu Qing sensed something amiss.

He was indeed back on Earth, but as his seventeen-year-old self, just starting his second year of high school.

Yet this world was nothing like the one he remembered. It was altogether bizarre.

A short distance away, a couple was embroiled in a heated argument. The man was in tears, covering his face, while the woman, clearly exasperated, dismissed him with a wave of her hand. "Men can be such a hassle. You just want a new bag, right? Fine, I'll buy it for you!"

"My dear, you're the best!" The boy's tears gave way to a smile. He eagerly approached and linked arms with the woman.

Chu Qing shivered at the sight.

Yet, this was not the only oddity in this world.

The traffic and special police patrolling the streets were all women, exuding strength and authority, their faces set in determined, not flirtatious, expressions.

Women dominated the workforce, from taxi drivers to convenience store stockers.

Chu Qing was ashen as he pieced together the information flooding his mind. He had indeed traveled back to Earth, but to a world vastly different from the one he knew—a world governed by women.

An ancient calamity had altered women's physiques, endowing them with wisdom and strength. That year, a woman named Kong Moh emerged, championing a radical ideology that placed women above men, insisting that royal succession should favor princesses over princes.

The trajectory of this world's development mirrored the history of Chu Qing's former world, with one exception: it was a mother-daughter duo that ushered in a golden age. Centuries later, a man named Ci Xi enacted isolationist policies, weakening Huaxia from behind the throne, leaving it vulnerable to foreign invasion.

By the 21st century, Huaxia had risen to global prominence. Modernity brought shifts in thinking, challenging the notion of female superiority, though remnants of gender bias lingered in impoverished regions.

"This is utterly preposterous," Chu Qing muttered, his composure shaken.

Power dynamics remained unchanged; whether man or woman, those who wielded power ruled. Chu Qing, on the brink of godhood in his past life, wasn't concerned about surviving in this world. What unsettled him was the matriarchal family structure.

Women were the breadwinners, while men managed the household and children. Infidelity was scorned, but here, it was common for women to court men and openly express affection.

With a grimace, Chu Qing snapped out of his stupor. He sighed and resignedly made his way home.

His family's apartment, perched on the fifth floor of a dilapidated building, was just as he remembered.

Upon entering, he found his middle-aged father, Lin Yuantu, tidying up—a familiar face from many dreams. Emotion welled up inside Chu Qing.

"Dad!" he exclaimed, embracing his father tightly.

Lin Yuantu, puzzled, gently pushed Chu Qing away. "Weren't you out playing with friends? Why are you back so soon?"

Detecting the fragrance of women's perfume on his son's clothing, Lin Yuantu's concern turned to alarm. "Have you been at a girl's house? I've warned you, a delicate boy like you is vulnerable out there! I know she's your classmate, but girls these days... they can be defiant, even malicious! Look at this news article!"

Lin Yuantu grabbed a newspaper and, pointing to an article, said, "A fifteen-year-old boy was tricked by a female classmate into filming himself naked!"

Seeing Chu Qing's shocked expression, Lin Yuantu added, "That must have frightened you, huh?"

"The poor kid's life is in shambles. That video went viral, completely destroying his reputation. I heard his family even moved to a different city because of it!"

Lin Yuantu then sighed deeply and continued, "Your sister's been out and about too much. She barely managed to get into a regular college. Now she's graduated and can't find a job. Your mother and I have given up hope for her. All our hopes are pinned on you getting into a top university. You're still young; don't let yourself be deceived by the wrong kind of woman."

Chu Qing quickly reassured him, "Dad, I get it. You don't have to worry about me."

"Where's mom?"

In Chu Qing's former life, his dad was the businessman, always on the go. But now, the roles were reversed. His mom had started her own company, which was just beginning to take off.

"Your mom's out negotiating a deal. Business is tough these days. It's wearing her out," Lin Yuantu said with a heavy heart, wishing he could ease his wife's burden but feeling helpless.

Chu Qing, observing his dad's transformation into a full-time homemaker, and contemplating a similar future for himself, let out a wry smile. "Must be time for dinner. I'll go get my sister."

He approached another room, the door shut tight. Anticipating the reunion with his sister, whom he had been close to in his past life, he was filled with excitement. Pushing the door open, he stepped inside.

"You're so bad, always keeping me in suspense. Hurry up and take off your pants!"

"Do you want a gift? No problem at all," Chu Xiao chuckled robustly, her eyes gleaming as she fixed her gaze on the computer screen.

She was completely engrossed in the attractive young man on the screen, oblivious to Chu Qing's presence in her room.

Chu Qing noticed a blush on his sister's cheeks.

He was utterly dumbfounded!

This scenario was all too familiar to any guy. Before his accidental foray into the Cultivation World, he and his buddies often debated which female streamer was the most alluring.

But now, Chu Qing's memories of his demure and gentle sister clashed with the sight of her, fierce as a tigress, watching a male streamer disrobe on video.