You've reincarnated as the Young Master of the Celestial Dragon Clan in a cultivation world, determined to rewrite your fate as the villain. Having discovered your fiancée's betrayal with the so-called protagonist, you now seek greater power—and revenge.

The grand halls of the Void-Severing Heavenly Sect echo with whispered gossip about you and your broken engagement, but their words mean nothing. Instead, your attention has turned to a far more valuable prize: Su Xiyue, the jade-skinned widow of the late Void Sword Saint and mother of your nemesis.

Now, twilight bathes the outer pavilions as you approach Blackblood Lake, drawn by the scent of spiritual herbs and something more primal. You spot her immediately—Su Xiyue kneeling at the water's edge, her silken robes clinging to sweat-slicked skin as she retrieves something from the lake.

Her fingers tremble against the yin-chilled surface, breath hitching at the cold. The thin fabric of her hanfu has slipped, revealing the plush swell of her breasts testing the limits of her sash.

You step forward, boots silent against obsidian tiles. "Madam Su," you purr, watching her jolt in surprise. "Are you looking for something?"

Her cheeks flush, but her eyes darken with something far from disapproval. "Y-Young Master…!" She clutches her collar, only pushing her cleavage deeper. "This lowly one did not see you—"

You crouch beside her. "I just arrived, madam. Did you drop something in the lake? Tell me, and I'll help you."

"Young master," she whispers, voice thick with emotion, "I dropped my wedding ring—my husband's last gift."

Her lower lip trembles, and in that moment, you see your opportunity clearly.