Chapter 3: Chapter 1: A Tragic Transmigration

Chapter 1: A Tragic Transmigration

Suburbs of Night Capital

Moonlight filtered through sparse leaves, spilling onto the ground. Beneath a tree, a woman’s face was flushed crimson, her brows tightly furrowed. Clearly, one could hear her low, soft moans. And following them, there were even more roars!

Hot!

Jing Yue'er felt her entire body burning as she opened her eyes. No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't fathom it. She had clearly been developing the latest poison when she grew drowsy. She certainly never expected that after falling asleep, something as bizarre as transmigration would occur!

If it were just transmigration, it would be one thing!

As a chief agent, her mastery of poisons surpassed all past and present. How could she not know exactly what state her body was currently in! Jing Yue'er couldn't help but grit her teeth in fury.

Damn it! Who the hell is tired of living, daring to drug her with an aphrodisiac? If she caught them, she wouldn't be able to vent her rage until she had skinned them, pulled out their tendons, and dismantled their bones.

"Ugh..." The heat radiating from her body forced another low moan from Jing Yue'er.

It was agonizing! It was speechless! It was a total scam!

Jing Yue'er tried to struggle to her feet, moving her body inch by inch. She leaned against the tree, but even this tiny movement caused her to break into a profuse, fragrant sweat, her chest heaving violently.

Inside her body, it felt as if thousands of ants were gnawing at her. The sensation caused waves of throbbing pain that forced Jing Yue'er to clutch her collar. Her fingernails dug deep into her skin, and she bit her lip until blood flowed; only the metallic sweetness of the blood allowed her to regain some semblance of consciousness.

Looking up at the sky, Jing Yue'er—who had weathered countless storms in her previous life—naturally understood that lying here was undoubtedly waiting for death.

However, in this desolate wilderness, where was she supposed to find a man?

In the distance...

Suddenly, the sound of galloping hooves was heard, drawing closer and closer. So close that the features and expressions of the newcomers could be seen clearly.

"Giddy up..." After the sound of a whip cracking, the hoofbeats grew even faster.

A man galloped atop a fine steed. Dressed in green, his wide robes fluttered in the air, and his entire being exuded a world-destroying killing intent.

His exquisitely crafted, god-like countenance appeared even more divine under the moonlight. Were it not for those deep, bloodthirsty eyes, anyone would have thought he was a god descended from the heavens. A graceful immortal, capable of making one intoxicated in an instant.

A beautiful carved wooden box hung from the man's waist. Judging by how carefully the man guarded the ornaments within, the contents of that box must be incomparably precious.

"Master, less than ten li ahead. If we take this small path back, we should be able to reach the capital before the city gates close," a thick yet clear voice drifted in.

Jing Yue'er froze, then felt a surge of joy in her heart. *Master!?* It seemed that Heaven was actually quite kind to her.

"Mm!"

A voice like one from ancient times reached her ears. Though it was only a single syllable, it sounded like heavenly music to Jing Yue'er. Having experienced countless men in both her past and present lives, this was the first time Jing Yue'er realized a man's voice could be so moving.

"Master, there is a suspicious person ahead!"

As he spoke, the subordinate beside the man drew his blade. It gleamed with a chilling light under the moonlight. Immediately, the sound of the hoofbeats ceased to be as hurried as before.

As they drew closer, seeing that something seemed to be wrapped beneath the coarse hemp clothes, the subordinate sheathed his blade again.

That voice rang out once more. The man, who looked like a descended immortal, glanced over, his arrogant eyes sweeping past. "Qing Feng, that is nothing but a dead dog!" Jun Lanfeng expressed serious doubt regarding his subordinate's perception.

Jing Yue'er trembled all over. *Damn! You're the dead dog! Your whole damn family is a bunch of dead dogs!*

"Hey!" Jing Yue'er fought the urge to rush forward and drag the man off his horse to beat him senseless, completely unaware of how filthy she looked at this moment. "Passerby, how about we make a deal?"