Chapter 1: The Future Sect Leader of Sanqing Palace Has Transmigrated

"How much of a homewrecker do you have to be to steal another woman's man? You're utterly shameless!"

"Pah! You look all proper on the surface, who knew you were a mistress."

"Ew~ Just thinking that I work at the same company as her makes me sick."

"..."

Harsh voices rang incessantly by her ears, and a throbbing pain came from her forehead. Yang Fan slowly opened her eyes. What met her gaze was a crowd of people surrounding her. They looked down at her, their eyes filled with dense malice.

Where was this? Wasn't she just battling a zombie a moment ago?

Suddenly, a large chunk of memories that didn't belong to her flooded into her mind. Yang Fan instinctively closed her eyes. A few seconds later, she opened them again, her gaze sharp and cold.

She had transmigrated. One second she was still fighting a thousand-year-old cultivated zombie; because of a misstep, she fell off a cliff. The next second, she transmigrated to Huaxia five hundred years later.

This body shared her name, also called Yang Fan.

She was a graphic designer at an advertising company, and had an ex-boyfriend named Chen Jianhua. They had been dating since university.

After graduation, she went out to work and earn money, while Chen Jianhua stayed home to prepare for the postgraduate entrance exam.

During that time, she worked two jobs alone, covering the expenses for both of them.

But just half a year ago, Chen Jianhua passed the exam, turned around, and found himself a sugar mama, dumping her.

Today, the sugar mama suddenly brought a group of people to cause a scene at her workplace, cursing her as a mistress in front of the entire company.

In the pushing and shoving, the original host fell, hitting her head on a table. Already on the verge of collapse from 007 work schedules combined with heartbreak, this blow brought the original life to its end.

Damn it! She should have lured the fight to open terrain!

To think that she, the future Sect Master of the Sanqing Palace, would perish just like that. Who knew how her senior and junior brothers would mock her behind her back.

A trace of annoyance flashed in Yang Fan's eyes.

"Yang Fan, if you have any shame left, don't pester me anymore. I've made it very clear, I don't like you!"

The voice from above pulled Yang Fan's thoughts back. Her icy gaze landed on the man and woman standing right in front of her, precisely on that man.

Under her stare, Chen Jianhua's heart skipped a beat, a pang of guilt rising, but he quickly dismissed that sliver of unease.

Yang Fan stood up from the ground. *First thing ashore, kill the man in your heart?* Fine by me. Killing people was her favorite thing.

The woman standing next to Chen Jianhua was the sugar mama he had latched onto, Wei Ling.

Wei Ling had a plump, curvaceous figure, alluring and beautiful. She wore expensive jewelry on her neck and hands, exuding an aristocratic air.

Well-maintained, she looked about thirty on the surface, but was actually forty-five.

She looked at Yang Fan with an arrogant expression. "Alright, I'm not an unreasonable person. As long as you promise not to cling to Jianhua anymore, we'll let this slide."

The gazes of the surrounding people held even more disgust toward Yang Fan.

Some even stepped back several steps in blatant revulsion.

This scene satisfied Wei Ling greatly. She subtly glanced at the phone in the hand of the person next to her.

That person's phone was currently livestreaming. Seeing the 100,000+ viewers in the livestream room and the barrage of crazy comments.

She curled her lips in satisfaction.

Yang Fan's gaze followed and landed on the man's hand as well. Seeing the small black brick in the man's hand, from the original host's memories, she knew that person was livestreaming.

Being able to see the whole world through a small thing like an iron brick—this was the device called a mobile phone in this world.

Wei Ling was a blogger with two million followers across the web. On social platforms, Wei Ling and the scumbag had filmed many lovey-dovey videos, hailed as the "Sweetest Online Age-Gap Romance."

Livestreaming catching a mistress to chase clout, exposing the original host to tens of thousands of eyes, subjecting her to insults.

How vicious!

"Yang Fan, you're fired. A person of such poor character cannot be employed by our company any longer." The manager standing to the side suddenly spoke up.

This so-called manager not only loved to exploit employees but also cheated. He had been accidentally discovered by the original host before, and he used the threat of firing her to keep her quiet.

Now that he had a legitimate excuse to fire her, he jumped out eagerly.

He wore a look of righteous indignation, but his heart was wildly rejoicing.

"Let it go, Manager Zhang," Wei Ling said hypocritically. "As long as she apologizes to us, we won't pursue this further."

The company manager looked moved. "Lingling, you're truly kind."

He was Wei Ling's fan. Seeing her in person for the first time, she was indeed more beautiful than in the videos.

Just... such a beautiful woman actually went for a pretty boy. The manager glanced covertly at Chen Jianhua, his eyes full of contempt and disdain.

Turning back, his face changed again. He barked fiercely at Yang Fan, "Why aren't you hurrying over to apologize to Lingling? As long as you apologize, this matter is settled."

"Settled?" Yang Fan touched the wound on her forehead. Her hand came away covered in blood. She hooked a cold smile. "Does it count as settled just because you say so?"

She hadn't agreed.

Her blood-stained hand drew a few quick strokes in the air. A talisman glowing with golden light appeared in mid-air.

Her palm faced upward. The golden talisman continuously expanded, covering the heads of everyone in the office.

She pressed her palm down. The golden talisman instantly pressed down, entering the body of every person in the office.

*Truth Talisman—Success!*

After doing all this, Yang Fan's face turned deathly pale. This body was too weak; drawing just one Truth Talisman had drained all her strength.

The others couldn't see that golden talisman. They only saw her suddenly gesturing in the air.

Everyone else:???

Had she gone crazy?

Afraid something unexpected might happen, Chen Jianhua urged, "Yang Fan, hurry up and apologize. As long as you apologize, I'll forgive you."

"Chen Jianhua, am I a mistress?" Yang Fan suddenly asked.

Chen Jianhua blurted out without thinking, "Of course not. I just think you're not good enough for me. I cheated and dumped you."

The words fell. Everyone else looked at him in utter disbelief.

Wei Ling pinched his hand hard. "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Chen Jianhua only then realized what he had said. Cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.

Wrong! That wasn't what he wanted to say.

He hurriedly tried to explain, but before he could open his mouth, Yang Fan asked again, "Then why did you frame me as a mistress?"

"That's because that old woman's account has had no traffic recently. She wanted to pull in views, so I thought of you." Chen Jianhua's mouth spoke his inner thoughts uncontrollably. "If you weren't still of some use, why would I have come looking for you."

An uproar went through the crowd. So this was the truth behind the so-called 'catching a mistress.'

Netizens in the livestream: Huh? A plot twist?

Wei Ling looked at Chen Jianhua in shock. "You called me an old woman?"

She hadn't known this man viewed her like this in private. Good. His true colors were finally revealed.

(End of Chapter)