Chapter 1

“Master, Master…”

The man’s hands kneaded her waist with just the right amount of pressure—teasing yet provocative.

He leaned down, pressing his body against her exhausted form, then pinched her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

His voice was low and hoarse: “Master, this disciple loves you. You can only stay obediently by my side for the rest of your life…”

Another fervent kiss descended, filled with obsessive possession and unrestrained invasion.

She felt as if she were sinking into the depths of the sea, suffocated by the overwhelming pressure.

When Luo Chu woke up, her throat was dry and scratchy.

Her eyes dazedly scanned the surroundings, but she had long since moved past shock—now, she was utterly unfazed.

“A well-fed man thinks of lust.”

Lately, she really ‘had’ been eating too much.

To think she’d actually had a wet dream—and the object of her fantasy was none other than the novel’s most ruthless villain, who was hell-bent on killing her!

Sure, he had a face like jade, eight-pack abs, and was… impressive in ‘that’ department…

But was he someone she could ever dare to fantasize about?!

She actually lusted after him—how shameless!

If she’d just eaten a few more peanuts, she wouldn’t have gotten so drunk on delusions.

After five days of observation, Luo Chu was certain: she had transmigrated into the body of the villainous master who shared her name in Debt of the Pear Blossoms, a novel she’d read before.

Debt of the Pear Blossoms was the most popular, excruciatingly long, power-fantasy cultivation novel on a certain ‘green website‘ that year.

(T/N:  Refers to Jinjiang Literature City, one of China’s largest and most popular online novel platforms, particularly famous for romance, danmei (BL), and female-oriented fiction. Jinjiang’s logo and interface are predominantly green, so Chinese netizens often jokingly call it the “green website”.)

While most novels wrapped up in a hundred or so chapters, Debt of the Pear Blossoms dragged on for over a thousand.

But what made Luo Chu want to vomit blood was that despite all the foreshadowing, none of the plot holes were ever filled!

The female lead, Yuan Moli, was a peerless beauty with extraordinary talent—every man in the book wanted to imprison and possess her.

The male lead, Xiao Chen, came with golden-finger cheats, bulldozing his way through the cultivation world—every woman in the story wanted to drug him and have their way with him.

But as a devoted reader, Luo Chu’s favorite wasn’t the main leads—it was the tragic, beautiful, and formidable villain, Liu Chengzhi.

Here, Luo Chu—acting as his “mother-fan”—would weepingly recount the misfortunes of her poor, pitiful “son”:

In the dead of winter, in a remote alley, a baby boy was born with a cry.

That was Liu Chengzhi.

His mother held the infant, her face full of sorrow, devoid of joy.

Because this child had heterochromatic eyes—one blue, one yellow—a sign of ill omen.

In their clan, such children were burned alive.

To survive, the mother and son were forced into a life of constant hiding, living in destitution and misery.

Back then, the young Liu Chengzhi suffered in silence.

To stay hidden, he had no friends, no joy—only endless fear and vigilance.

Meanwhile, his mother, worn down by their nomadic life, became volatile.

She often took her frustrations out on him and, using her beauty, spent her days flitting between wealthy households, neglecting him entirely.

The young Liu Chengzhi could only endure in fear, unable to escape.

After countless near-death experiences, his mother had become his sole anchor.

“A fortunate person uses their childhood to heal their entire life; an unfortunate person spends their entire life healing their childhood.”

Liu Chengzhi’s childhood was steeped in darkness and coldness—no paternal warmth, no close companions, only endless discrimination and abuse.

At ten years old, his mother abandoned him in the disease-ridden, backward slums of Yindu while he slept.

She vanished without a trace.

He became a street urchin, starving, freezing, his childhood bleak.

And during those years, his heterochromatic eyes made survival even harder.

For four years, he lived like a stray dog, fighting for scraps, sleeping on the ground.

At fourteen, he was taken in by the Yunshang Immortal Sect due to his rare all-spirit roots and became a disciple of the revered Master Luo Chu.

One might think Liu Chengzhi’s suffering would end there.

But no.

The world saw Luo Chu as an aloof, noble, and peerlessly beautiful immortal master.

In truth, she was a twisted pervert who lusted after her own disciple.

She had insisted on taking Liu Chengzhi as her disciple for one reason only—his exquisite face.

She repeatedly tried to force herself on him.

When he refused, she even drugged him in an attempt to take his virtue.

Yet, even under the influence of aphrodisiacs, Liu Chengzhi resisted, guarding his purity.

Humiliated and enraged, Luo Chu held a grudge.

Four years after Liu Chengzhi became her disciple, the fickle Master Luo Chu took in another disciple—the dashing male lead, Xiao Chen.

She doted on the male lead but vented her unrequited obsession onto Liu Chengzhi.

She even destroyed his cultivation and dug out his heart’s blood to aid the male lead’s progress.

Thus, she forcibly twisted Liu Chengzhi—a righteous, kind-hearted, and talented cultivator—into the novel’s bloodthirsty, murderous, yandere villain.

After falling into demonic cultivation, Liu Chengzhi slaughtered and tortured every person who had ever wronged him—including his abusive master.

Not only did he shatter her spirit roots, but he also had her drawn and quartered.

Brutal.

When the male and female leads learned of her capture, they rallied the entire cultivation world to subdue Liu Chengzhi—only to suffer heavy losses.

Thanks to protagonist halo, at the last moment, the leads achieved enlightenment, ascended to immortality, and defeated the villain, saving the world.

In the end, the male and female leads united the cultivation realm, their legend passed down through generations.

Luo Chu still remembered the novel’s final description of Liu Chengzhi:

“When he died, he was still clutching the tiny bell she had once casually tossed to him.

A year later, Xiao Chen and Yuan Moli held their grand wedding—ten miles of red silks, the entire city adorned in celebration.

The cultivation world’s elite came to offer blessings, the streets packed shoulder-to-shoulder with onlookers eager to witness the rare spectacle.

Years later, pear blossoms fell like snow, burying his corpse—now picked apart by crows—under their petals.

In the distance, the carefree laughter of youths echoed faintly.

In this vast world, on this sprawling pear blossom island…

No one had ever loved him.”