Chapter 64: The Male Lead Who Fed on His Wife’s Corpse

If this world were to be classified by genre, it would undoubtedly be a male-oriented CP-upgrade flow story.

Yue Buping was a transmigrator who, after suddenly dying of external causes, came from modern society to this different continent called “Lingyun,” discovering that he had become a seven-year-old child with the same name.

The child was orphaned at a young age, alone and without anyone to care for him, living in a remote mortal village in the countryside—truly a disadvantageous start.

But as a transmigrator, Yue Buping naturally had his own golden fingers.

The first golden finger was his exceptional luck.

Just because he was too hungry and wanted to find something to eat in the mountains outside the village, he encountered an immortal who happened to be wandering there.

The second golden finger was his extraordinary aptitude.

As soon as the immortal saw Yue Buping, he recognized that the child had a unique skeletal structure.

After confirming that the child had no unresolved earthly ties, he immediately took Yue Buping to his own sect, the Tianhuan Sect.

On the way, Yue Buping, taking advantage of his young appearance and the immortal’s obvious regard for him, used childish words to inquire about information.

Soon, Yue Buping learned that the so-called Tianhuan Sect was the foremost of the three great immortal sects in the Lingyun Continent, renowned far and wide, and that the immortal, named Songya Zhenren, held the position of elder in the Tianhuan Sect, equally extraordinary.

When they arrived at the Tianhuan Sect, after careful testing, Yue Buping was found to possess the highest-grade single-attribute spirit root, not the ordinary metal, wood, water, fire, or earth roots, but a mutated lightning root—a genius among geniuses.

Even in a first-rate sect like the Tianhuan Sect, which was teeming with talent, Yue Buping’s top-tier aptitude was extremely rare.

Immediately, Songya Zhenren clapped his hands and laughed heartily.

“Excellent!

Excellent!

Excellent!

My Tianhuan Sect is about to gain a peerless prodigy!”

Songya Zhenren’s gaze toward Yue Buping grew increasingly kind.

Yue Buping’s heart stirred, and he immediately performed a grand kowtow to Songya Zhenren, prostrating himself on the ground and loudly begging the immortal to take him as a disciple.

Yue Buping knew very well that Songya Zhenren’s favor toward him was already quite high at this moment, so he seized the opportunity to proactively become his disciple, turning that favor into something more tangible.

At this point in reviewing the information, Sang Zhiyi’s eyes flickered.

The male lead of this world was quite scheming.

Sang Zhiyi’s judgment of people was indeed accurate.

For Yue Buping, he had nothing but his aptitude.

The reason Songya Zhenren thought so highly of him was simply because he was a good seedling.

Before his aptitude was confirmed, it was one thing, but afterward, Songya Zhenren’s favor would gradually fade with time—it was a “now or never” situation.

From Songya Zhenren’s attitude, Yue Buping could easily infer just how high his aptitude was.

He had certainly considered whether, with his aptitude, he could become a disciple of someone more powerful.

But Songya Zhenren’s status was already extraordinary enough, and even if he found someone more powerful, that person might not value him as much as Songya Zhenren did.

Weighing the options, Yue Buping made his decision.

Sure enough, Songya Zhenren couldn’t help but clap his hands and laugh again, kindly helping Yue Buping to his feet and agreeing to take him as a disciple.

After becoming a disciple, Yue Buping didn’t forget to secretly verify whether the information about Songya Zhenren’s background was actually true.

Although Yue Buping didn’t think Songya Zhenren had any reason to lie to a seven-year-old child, and the information about the Tianhuan Sect and Songya Zhenren’s identity was easily verifiable, given Yue Buping’s personality, he had to be cautious and prudent.

Even if he had been deceived, so what?

If this master didn’t work out, he would find another, and plan carefully.

The results of his investigation were naturally exactly as Songya Zhenren had said.

With Songya Zhenren, an elder of the Lingyun Continent’s number one immortal sect, as his master, Yue Buping’s cultivation life had already won at the starting line.

But as the sole protagonist of this world, Yue Buping’s golden fingers were far from limited to this.

Yue Buping’s third golden finger was the “Baixiao Kuimi” system bound to his mind on the day he transmigrated, similar to an “appraisal skill” in games.

As long as Yue Buping used his divine sense to touch a person or object, he could obtain extremely detailed information about it.

Relying on this system, Yue Buping’s cultivation path was virtually without bottlenecks, advancing triumphantly.

The reason Yue Buping would commit the act of “killing his wife to attain enlightenment” against the original owner, Yi Jinghong, was also because of this system.

During a chance encounter in a secret realm, Yue Buping obtained an ancient manual that recorded a technique now classified as forbidden, which allowed one to gain a massive boost in cultivation by personally killing one’s own partner on their wedding night.

This immediately caught Yue Buping’s attention.

Just as rich people never think they have too much money, even though Yue Buping’s cultivation speed was already unparalleled, he still wanted a more convenient path to climb higher.

Without hesitation, Yue Buping quickly engraved the manual into his divine sense and destroyed the original, while beginning to search for a suitable partner.

Since it was “killing the wife to attain enlightenment,” the quality of the chosen partner directly related to the level of enlightenment gained.

The manual clearly stated that the more outstanding the spirit root, the more exceptional the aptitude, and the higher the cultivation level of the partner, the greater the benefit to the caster.

Simply put, the essence of this technique was to strip and extract the aptitude and cultivation from the partner, then feed back to the caster.

Of course, Yue Buping had to choose carefully.

In the end, Yue Buping chose the original owner, Yi Jinghong.

Yi Jinghong was also a disciple of the Tianhuan Sect, and she also had a connection to Songya Zhenren.

However, unlike Yue Buping, who could become Songya Zhenren’s disciple as soon as he entered the sect, Yi Jinghong was merely a junior from a collateral branch of Songya Zhenren’s family—so distant that there was virtually no blood relation.

To be chosen by Yue Buping’s discerning eye, Yi Jinghong was naturally outstanding enough.

With her innate fire-attribute single spirit root, even though she came from humble beginnings, she could still rise upward, enjoying relatively ample cultivation resources as a junior of Songya Zhenren’s family.

Moreover, Yi Jinghong was an extremely hardworking cultivator who never slacked off.

In less than two hundred years, she had reached the peak of the Golden Core stage.

Whenever sword cultivators were mentioned in the Lingyun Continent, Yi Jinghong’s name was invariably brought up.

She was widely recognized as “the number one below Nascent Soul.”

The main reason Yue Buping chose Yi Jinghong as his partner was certainly her excellent aptitude, but an even more critical reason was “convenience.”

First, Yi Jinghong was a junior of Songya Zhenren.

Although the relationship was not close, it was still a gesture of goodwill toward Songya Zhenren.

Having lived in this world for decades, Yue Buping increasingly understood just how significant Songya Zhenren’s status and position were.

He still valued this cheap master of his, and cementing their relationship would not be a bad idea.

Second, Yi Jinghong was famously reclusive, doing nothing but practicing swordsmanship all day long.

From the family relation that was so distant you had to stretch to connect, to becoming a promising seedling that the family couldn’t ignore, Yi Jinghong had never been well-liked within the family.

She had never managed to get a chance to show her face before Songya Zhenren and receive rewards.

Even though she was “the number one below Nascent Soul,” she was still just a “junior of a collateral branch” to Songya Zhenren.

Yue Buping was well aware that his master, Songya Zhenren, was not a particularly difficult person to please.

It was just that Yi Jinghong truly had a poor standing in the family.

But Yi Jinghong’s “poor standing” was a great opportunity for Yue Buping.

After conducting a thorough investigation and finding everything as he had expected, Yue Buping decisively made his move, setting up various “coincidences” and beginning to appear in Yi Jinghong’s sight.

The manual stated that the more deeply the partner was in love with the caster, the better the effect of the technique.

So before becoming partners, Yue Buping had to win Yi Jinghong’s heart.

As a transmigrator who had lived through the era of information explosion, it was extremely simple to win over a girl like Yi Jinghong, who had lived with her sword since childhood and had never experienced much warmth or care.

Moreover, Yue Buping had a thick skin, high emotional intelligence, and his acting skills were sufficient to make Yi Jinghong believe him completely.

Without much effort, Yi Jinghong fell in love with him as sincerely and purely as she loved her sword.

Since they were in the same sect, under the same elder, it was indeed convenient for them to interact.

Soon, after pledging their love, Yue Buping proactively asked Songya Zhenren to arrange their marriage.

At first, Songya Zhenren didn’t even remember who Yi Jinghong was.

It was only after seeing her that he recalled she was the sword cultivator junior in his family with decent aptitude.

Yes, in Songya Zhenren’s eyes, Yi Jinghong was merely “decent aptitude.”

A single spirit root and a heavenly spirit root—one character difference, yet a vast chasm.

As an elder of the number one immortal sect, Songya Zhenren had been so excited to see a heavenly spirit root like Yue Buping precisely because it was so rare.

Whereas single spirit roots like Yi Jinghong’s, the family produced three to five every year, hardly worth Songya Zhenren’s trouble.

After all, Yi Jinghong had been stuck at the peak of the late Golden Core stage for over a hundred years.

The gap between Golden Core and Nascent Soul was a huge dividing line; only above Nascent Soul was there a possibility of challenging the Heavenly Dao.

If looking at the entire Lingyun Continent, Golden Core stage cultivation could already be considered a regional powerhouse, but in the eyes of Songya Zhenren, one of the few Tribulation-stage great powers in the world, only juniors who reached the Nascent Soul stage could earn a second glance.

This was also one of the reasons Yue Buping chose Yi Jinghong.

After performing the technique on their wedding night, Yi Jinghong would essentially disappear from the world.

Three hundred years of cultivation had already cost Yi Jinghong all her blood relatives, and the person with the most say in the family, Songya Zhenren, did not value her.

By then, as long as Yue Buping could make his story consistent, he could easily smooth things over.

If conditions permitted, Yue Buping would certainly have preferred a partner with even higher aptitude and cultivation, but in the fifty years since he came to this world, rising rapidly, he had only just reached the late Golden Core stage.

Those more exceptional female cultivators either had backing that was difficult to provoke, were too strong for him to control, or had difficult personalities.

After comprehensive consideration, Yue Buping ultimately settled on Yi Jinghong.

What followed indeed unfolded as Yue Buping had laid out.

Since it was the request of his most beloved little disciple, and Yi Jinghong had also expressed her willingness, Songya Zhenren naturally was happy to make a match, overseeing the wedding ceremony and growing even closer to Yue Buping.

On the night of their wedding, Yue Buping thrust his sword into Yi Jinghong’s heart’s vein, completing the killing of his wife to attain enlightenment.

While receiving this memory of the original owner, Sang Zhiyi could feel Yi Jinghong’s joy and nervousness as she waited under the red veil for her long-beloved partner.

The female sword cultivator, who was always unsmiling and serious and seemed to have no desires other than practicing swordsmanship, was now looking forward to a harmonious future with her partner, her cheeks flushed with color.

But when Yue Buping lifted her red veil, before Yi Jinghong could even softly call out “husband,” she was met with Yue Buping’s merciless sword strike.

Killing a peak late Golden Core stage cultivator with late Golden Core stage cultivation was not an easy task.

Even though Yi Jinghong was completely defenseless, as a sword cultivator focused on slaughter, her body had been tempered to instinctively defend over countless trials.

For Yue Buping to succeed in one strike, he had to use his full strength.

However, Yue Buping still underestimated Yi Jinghong’s resilience.

The sword strike completed the killing of his wife to attain enlightenment, but Yi Jinghong’s heart’s vein still retained a final glimmer of life.

She was killed but not completely dead.

After discovering this, Yue Buping had a new idea.

With his “Baixiao Kuimi” system, Yue Buping possessed an incalculable number of secrets.

Among them was a formation from the demonic cultivation side that could imprison a living being.

The heavier the imprisoned being’s resentment, the more feedback power it would give the formation’s caster.

Thus, Yue Buping trapped the barely alive Yi Jinghong in the ice prison that Sang Zhiyi now saw, using the formation within the ice prison to extract the last drop of value from Yi Jinghong.

The point Sang Zhiyi had transmigrated into was three days before Yi Jinghong’s soul would completely dissipate, dying with hatred.

With the help of “killing his wife to attain enlightenment,” Yue Buping broke through the Nascent Soul barrier that countless cultivators could only dream of.

Yi Jinghong’s vitality and hatred also greatly benefited Yue Buping.

A hundred years of continuous nourishment stabilized Yue Buping’s cultivation at the late Nascent Soul stage, making him the youngest great power in the Lingyun Continent, with boundless glory.

By this time, no one remembered that Yue Buping had once had a partner who “accidentally died while traveling after their wedding.”

After reading all this information, Sang Zhiyi felt her head clearing considerably.

Her teeth also felt a little itchy.

The information was a bit long, but to summarize: a particularly scheming transmigrator male lead harms this world’s innocent female sword cultivator, killing his wife to attain enlightenment and not even stopping there, but also using her like flogging a corpse to extract every last bit of value, right?

Heh.

Sang Zhiyi chuckled softly, the ice chains on her wrists clinking crisply as they collided.

You want to play the scheming game?

She had never lost at that.

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