Chapter 5: You Have Eight Months Left to Live

The Supreme Profound Dao Sect’s most powerful cultivation technique was merely one for reaching the Nascent Soul stage. Compared to an immortal-level technique, the difference was like heaven and earth. Not to mention, the Heaven-Flipping Seal was an immortal-level art.

Feeling the combat strength of his Golden Core realm within him, Chu Feng was positively elated. It had been a month since his transmigration. Though he previously retained his late Nascent Soul cultivation, he couldn’t use it—if he did, he’d die instantly. It was like possessing gold but hiding in a remote mountain—unable to use it.

Now, everything had changed. His body was restored to its peak. His cultivation had returned to the Golden Core stage. At last, he could truly savor the sensation of cultivating immortality.

He opened his status panel.

[Name: Chu Feng.]
[Age: 999 (Host, please note: your maximum lifespan is only 1,000 years. Though your body is restored to its peak, your lifespan has not increased. You have just one year left unless you break through to the Spirit Severing stage.)]
[Cultivation: Late Nascent Soul (pseudo) (Actual cultivation: Initial Golden Core.)]
[Fate Value: 10,000 (Acquired by forcibly subduing Shen Qianxue.)]

Shen Qianxue.
[Age: 1,018.]
[Cultivation: Mid Spirit Severing.]
[Special Constitution: Sacred Beauty Physique (inactive).]
[Identity: Daughter of Destiny.]
[Loyalty Value: 10%.]

So low. Chu Feng shook his head in dismay. As for her age and cultivation, he ignored them. This madcap system—how many words of truth could one expect?

“Hey, System, come out and explain—why is her loyalty value so low?”

[Host, think about it. You used threats, temptations, and a domineering attitude. It’d be strange if she was utterly devoted to you.]

Chu Feng nodded. The system seemed to have a point. Clearly, he needed to step up his game. Why couldn’t his predecessor grasp such a simple truth? With women, one must be forceful and dominant—let her understand that you’re her sole support. If it doesn’t work once, try again and again. After being handled so forcefully, she’d eventually be hopelessly devoted.

As a transmigrator, he’d read and watched countless stories and dramas back on Blue Star—how could he not understand this logic?

Since he understood, he naturally had to set an example.

[Also, Host, please stop calling me ‘System.’ I have a name.]

“All right, System,” Chu Feng replied. “System, let me ask you, what’s this about only having a year left to live? Are you messing with me? Didn’t you say you’d restored me to peak condition?”

[Host, read my prompts carefully. I only restored your body to its peak, but your cultivation is still at the Nascent Soul stage. You’ve already lived 999 years—only one year remains. No, to be precise, only eight months. If you can’t break through to Spirit Severing, you’ll die for certain. Not even I can save you.]

“Damn it, you did this on purpose.” Chu Feng’s earlier joy vanished in an instant. What immortal-level techniques, what Golden Core cultivation, what sleeping with his goddess—it was all meaningless now. Even if he reached his peak late Nascent Soul cultivation, he would still have to break through to Spirit Severing to survive.

Eight months! Cultivation was no easy road. With the original owner’s memories, Chu Feng knew how difficult it was. The previous owner had expended countless means and energy to break through to Spirit Severing, only to fail in the end.

[Host, don’t be discouraged. Anything is possible.]

“Get lost.” Chu Feng couldn’t be bothered with this wretched system. It wasn’t just a fraud; it was a pitfall. Other systems helped their hosts become immortals and gods—his was pushing him to his grave. Where in the world was there such a heartless system?

...

Lu Linglong. One of the five great Nascent Soul elders of the Supreme Profound Dao Sect, currently the youngest among them. She had stepped into the Nascent Soul stage before reaching three hundred years old, and at a little over four hundred, had advanced to mid-Nascent Soul.

She was born with a Sacred Physique. Unlike Shen Qianxue, her Sacred Physique had already awakened, causing quite a stir when she joined the sect.

This time, her decision to accept Lin Xiyue as a disciple was full of calculation. It was all for the Supreme Profound Secret Realm—the very foundation of the sect. Only those who reached the Golden Core before two hundred could enter, and it opened only once every five centuries. The last time it opened, she hadn’t even been born. Now, as it reopened, she had already surpassed the Golden Core stage.

Within the secret realm lay treasures and inheritances left by the sect’s forebears, the true reason for the sect’s enduring strength. Of course, she was not interested in these treasures and inheritances.

Rather, she sought the Crimson Pearl Immortal Herb inside the secret realm—a supreme Nascent Soul grade herb, used to refine the Crimson Pearl Immortal Pill, which could help her break through to late Nascent Soul. Yet, this herb was extremely delicate—only women could approach it, and only those with untouched purity.

Lin Xiyue had been the perfect candidate—until Chu Feng took her maidenhood. Now, there remained no other suitable Golden Core cultivator besides Lin Xiyue. Without the Crimson Pearl Immortal Herb, she’d need ten or even dozens of times more effort and time to break through to late Nascent Soul.

The thought filled Linglong Immortal Venerable’s heart with boundless hatred. “Chu Feng, let’s see if you’re dead yet.” If not, she wouldn’t hesitate to send him on his way. For those about to die, living was just another form of suffering.

...

On the Lonely Mountain, gazing upon the desolate peak, Linglong Immortal Venerable couldn’t help but feel a wave of sorrow. There was nothing here to suggest it had once been the cultivation ground of a mighty late Nascent Soul cultivator. If not for the lingering spiritual energy, she’d have thought it a barren mountain.

“It’s just as they say—a man’s death snuffs out his light. Chu Feng, once a formidable late Nascent Soul cultivator, and now his cultivation ground is this bleak,” Linglong Immortal Venerable remarked with a sigh.

With that, her expression shifted, anger surging. “Chu Feng, you blocked my path to late Nascent Soul. Good thing you’re dead—if not, I, Lu Linglong, would surely make you pay, and take your dignity as well.”

Just as she finished, Linglong Immortal Venerable sensed something, her expression shifting again, brows knitting together. “How can this be? He’s not dead.”

In the next instant, Linglong Immortal Venerable vanished on the spot, reappearing in a courtyard.

At this moment, Chu Feng, upon learning he had only eight months to live, was in a foul mood. He lay flat, gazing at the stars. Just then, the system chimed in.

[Beep beep beep. Host, run! A Grand Ascension cultivator is coming to kill you, murderous intent radiating from their whole being. If you don’t run, you’ll die for sure.]

Midway through, the system’s tone shifted to one of disdain.

[Never mind. With your cultivation, facing a Grand Ascension cultivator, even if you run, you won’t escape. You’d better kneel and beg for mercy—maybe you’ll survive.]