Reborn as the Novel’s Villain: Cultivation Lost, Female Leads Take Control

In the Purple Cloud Hall, Xu Yang sat upright on his white jade throne, a rare expression of unease crossing his usually composed face.

The reason for his discomfort?

A woman in a flowing purple dress perched casually on the armrest of his throne.

She was breathtaking. Her features were delicate like lotus petals, her eyebrows arched like distant mountains, and her crystal-clear eyes shimmered like flawless glass. Her lips were a soft vermilion hue, exuding natural allure.

Her figure was exquisite, with a cascade of ink-black hair tumbling over her shoulders. Her dress clung tightly to her form, accentuating her full curves. As she rested on the armrest, her shapely hips formed an enticing silhouette, while her crossed arms highlighted the fullness of her chest, which radiated a tangible sense of pressure.

The faint fragrance emanating from her lingered in the air, making it impossible for Xu Yang to calm his thoughts.

“Fairy Hongluan, perhaps you’d prefer to sit properly?”

“No, I like sitting like this—it’s comfortable and relaxing!”

Ji Hongluan pressed down on Xu Yang’s shoulder, preventing him from rising. She leaned slightly toward him, her mesmerizing eyes studying his flawless, godly features with interest. A hint of mischief gleamed in her gaze as she asked,

“That beaver you mentioned, where is it?”

“It’s tending the fields. If you want, I can summon it for you,” Xu Yang replied, his tone steady despite the oddity of the situation.

‘Does she genuinely care for the beaver?’ Xu Yang wondered, his thoughts tinged with skepticism.

“Can I touch it?” Ji Hongluan asked nonchalantly.

Xu Yang hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

“Of course, Fairy Hongluan. You may touch it if you wish.”

But the next moment, her actions froze Xu Yang in place.

Ji Hongluan’s slender arm rested on the armrest as her delicate fingers gently brushed against Xu Yang’s cheek. Her touch was feather-light, like the wings of a butterfly. Her fingers then trailed downward to his chest, where she gave a light squeeze. Finding it unsatisfying, she let her hand wander lower, her intentions becoming increasingly bold.

“Fairy Hongluan, I must ask you to behave!” Xu Yang’s voice was sharp, his posture straightening as he resisted her advances.

If this continued, his Supreme Yang Physique would surely react, and that wasn’t a situation he wanted to face.

“Behave? But didn’t you just give me permission to touch you?” Ji Hongluan retorted with feigned innocence, her eyes gleaming with mock displeasure.

“I thought you were referring to the beaver,” Xu Yang replied, his tone firm.

The more upright and composed Xu Yang appeared, the more Ji Hongluan felt an urge to tease him. She leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against his ear as she murmured seductively,

“What’s so special about a beaver? Naturally, I wanted to touch you.”

Xu Yang sighed inwardly. If one of his disciples dared act this way, he would have swiftly put them in their place. But this was Ji Hongluan, a so-called “Fairy” with a reputation more fitting of a cunning enchantress.

He had offended her gravely in the past, and if she chose to make a scene, all his efforts might go to waste.

“Fairy Hongluan, let’s get back to business,” Xu Yang said, his voice laced with patience.

“Oh? You mean the gift I prepared for you? It’s right here, plain as day,” Ji Hongluan said teasingly, leaning even closer.

Her warm breath tickled Xu Yang’s ear, her tone playful.

Xu Yang turned slightly to glance at her, only to feel lightheaded.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, his gaze moved upward until it landed on a jade pendant in the shape of a sword hanging from her slender, white neck.

“This is…”

“See? I told you it’s in plain sight,” Ji Hongluan said with a sly smile. She unclasped the pendant and handed it to Xu Yang.

“This is a treasured sword technique, passed down in my Ji family. Now, it belongs to you.”

As soon as Xu Yang took the pendant, the familiar sound of the system rang in his mind.

Ding!

[Ji Hongluan has gifted the host a Heaven-rank sword technique: Heavenly Sovereign Sword Art].

[Triggering a ten-thousandfold critical return… Congratulations! You have obtained the Ancient Chaos Sword Codex].

Xu Yang’s eyes lit up as he read the system’s description.

The Ancient Chaos Sword Codex was created by the legendary Ancient Chaos Sword Immortal. Before ascending to immortality, he endured countless defeats and heartbreaks. Driven by sorrow and rage, he forged the codex, enabling him to annihilate his enemies and ascend to the pinnacle of swordsmanship. Even among the celestial sword immortals, he commanded reverence.

Xu Yang’s heart swelled with delight.

With this sword codex, he could guide his most cherished disciple, Yuan Kouxuan, in mastering unparalleled swordsmanship.

“Thank you for your generous gift, Fairy Hongluan,” Xu Yang said sincerely, preparing to store the pendant in his system space.

“Wait!” Ji Hongluan stopped him, her expression serious.

“This pendant carries the Ji family’s protective seals. If you attempt to cultivate the technique recklessly, you might suffer backlash.”

Xu Yang hesitated.

“Do you have a way to remove the seals, Fairy Hongluan?”

“Of course. You just need to drip my blood onto the pendant,” Ji Hongluan said, extending her finger toward Xu Yang’s lips.

“What are you doing, Fairy Hongluan?” Xu Yang asked, catching the faint scent of her skin.

“I’m afraid of pain,” she replied, her lashes fluttering as she pouted.

Xu Yang remained silent for a moment before offering an alternative.

“Fairy Hongluan, wouldn’t it be easier to use spiritual energy to draw the blood?”

“No! This is a sacred… um…” Ji Hongluan paused, struggling to find a plausible explanation.

“An… important ritual!”

“A ritual?”

“Yes, it’s a Ji family tradition. Only blood drawn through a bite can unlock the seals!” Ji Hongluan said with unwavering confidence.

Xu Yang sighed.

“Very well, as you wish.”

Leaning forward, he bit down on her delicate finger.

Ji Hongluan’s cheeks flushed as a warm sensation spread from her finger. Her breathing quickened, her gaze softening as she looked at Xu Yang.

“You… do you like the taste of my blood?” she asked shyly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Xu Yang froze.

Now, he was certain. Ji Hongluan’s intentions had nothing to do with a beaver.