Chapter One: Oh No, I'm Doomed!

Lin Fan was dressed in a crimson wedding robe, a red veil covering his head, seated upon a soft, luxurious bed. The candles flickered at the bedside, and through the veil, he saw that he was in an opulent, antique chamber, rich in ornamentation.

“Holy hell, I’ve transmigrated? Fine, but why did I end up in a bride’s body?” Lin Fan was stunned, and to his horror, he found he couldn’t move at all, save for his eyes. The thought of some man soon pinning him down sent a chill through his body; every hair stood on end.

“This is bad, really bad… I’m doomed!”

Just as Lin Fan’s panic reached its peak, footsteps sounded outside the door.

With a creak, the door opened, and through the veil, Lin Fan saw a slender figure standing at the threshold.

She wore exquisite red embroidered shoes, the golden peony flowers on them vivid and dewy, as though kissed by the morning. Her red dress, though loose, traced her stunning curves—slender waist and full hips forming a thrilling silhouette. Higher up, the wedding robe was taut, hinting at an astonishing fullness beneath.

“A perfect figure! More exaggerated than any game heroine.”

With measured steps, the woman entered the room, and Lin Fan could finally see her face—fair skin, delicate features! Only her age stood out: around thirty.

“She’s gorgeous! And thirty? That’s just my type.”

Lin Fan’s nerves eased, replaced by a spark of anticipation.

“Sister, the night is late. Let us consummate our marriage,” the woman said, gently lifting his veil, her smile soft and alluring.

Lin Fan blinked, unable to speak, his whole body still frozen; only muffled sounds escaped his throat.

The woman seemed to recall something and tapped her forehead. “Ah, my memory! Let me release the spell for you.”

She pressed her slender, pale fingers gently to Lin Fan’s chest. Instantly, a cool energy flowed from her touch into his body, spreading throughout him.

The paralysis faded, and Lin Fan felt control return to his limbs. As his body recovered, a flood of unfamiliar memories swept into his mind.

This body’s original owner was also named Lin Fan—a scholar journeying to the capital for exams. Passing through Linjiang City, he was abducted by the Su family for his handsome looks.

The seductive woman before him was none other than Su Xingyue, head of the Su family.

According to the memories, the Su family was a subordinate clan of the Harmony Sect, practitioners of the Harmony Immortal Arts, specializing in dual cultivation. To cultivate alongside them meant risking the loss of one’s vital essence; at best, impotence, at worst, death by exhaustion.

Su Xingyue was notorious for her twisted tastes—she had married Lin Fan as a woman.

Lin Fan shuddered, nearly leaping from the bed. “This isn’t a wedding night—it’s a death sentence!”

He forced a smile, trying to mask his panic.

“Sister, this is our first time, shouldn’t we take it slow?”

“Husband, the hour is precious; let’s not waste it. I’ll treat you well,” Su Xingyue replied, drawing closer, her scent enveloping him.

Lin Fan’s heart raced as he frantically searched for a way out.

“Sister, shouldn’t we spice things up for our wedding night? Perhaps I could perform something for you?”

His mind whirred for a delaying tactic.

“Oh? What would you like?” Su Xingyue sat beside him, her red lips brushing his ear as she spoke in a breathy whisper.

Goosebumps prickled his skin; he needed more time.

“Sister, shouldn’t we share a cup of wedding wine, recite poetry, something like that?”

Su Xingyue perked up, pouring two cups of wine. With a flick of her hand, she dropped a sprinkle of white powder into each glass.

“Here, drink this, and we’ll begin our wedding night,” she said.

Lin Fan’s mind raced. He crossed arms with Su Xingyue and drank.

The fiery liquor slid down his throat, igniting heat in his belly. But with survival at stake, he focused only on stalling.

“Sister, I possess an extraordinary skill—let me show you.”

Lin Fan put on a mysterious air.

“Oh? What skill?” Su Xingyue asked, intrigued.

“To tell the truth, I have a special talent: touch wine and I pass out, touch the bed and I fall asleep.”

He promptly lay back, closed his eyes, and relaxed. Moments later, steady breathing echoed from his lips.

Su Xingyue watched the “sleeping” Lin Fan, her lips curling.

“So, little brother enjoys the drunk-and-helpless routine?”

She reached out to tug his sash.

Lin Fan’s heart leapt; his ruse wouldn’t last. He opened his eyes and blurted, “Sister, perhaps this isn’t exciting enough. I’m a scholar—why don’t we roleplay as Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian?”

“Ning Caichen? Nie Xiaoqian?” Su Xingyue was puzzled.

“Ahem… Let me start the story—”

“We can hear the story later. I can’t wait any longer. Don’t be afraid, I’ll be gentle and make you feel heavenly…” Su Xingyue’s voice teased, tinged with mischief.

Lin Fan inwardly groaned; this was anything but gentle—it was a death sentence!

He tried to resist, but Su Xingyue pinned him to the bed, leaving him helpless. He knew he was finished.

When you can’t fight back, you might as well enjoy the ride.

Just then, a mechanical voice sounded within his mind.

“Ding! Host is in danger—system activated!”

“A system?!” Lin Fan was overjoyed—his lifeline!

“Haha, I have a system now!”

“Let me guess: Does it have a marketplace? Can I buy primordial treasures, divine elixirs? Or… can I ascend on the spot, become invincible in the Immortal Realm?” he asked eagerly. If he could ascend, he’d have nothing to fear from Su Xingyue.

“This is the Sacrifice-Life Cultivation System, version 1.0. Host may consume his own lifespan to help others raise their cultivation,” the system replied.

“And then?” Lin Fan pressed—what use was this?

“That’s it.”

Lin Fan nearly spat blood. “What kind of scam is this? Am I just doomed to be a sucker?”