Chapter 1: Dual Transmigration Begins

“Shi Muran! You have let me down too much!”

“It is said that those who possess the Divine Phoenix bloodline are all gifted with extraordinary wisdom and compassion, but you—what about you?!”

“Wanwan has always put the sect first. She was injured while saving others, and now you refuse to give her even a few drops of your heart’s blood!”

Upon the high platform, Mo Zichuan stood in azure robes, holding a long sword, hands clasped behind his back, ethereal as an immortal, his words laden with grief and disappointment.

At this moment, he was unaware that Shi Muran wasn’t even listening to him.

‘System, we’re almost at the final plot point, aren’t we?’

[Yes, Host, after this storyline you will be abandoned by the entire sect, cast out to serve as a shield for the beloved female lead Jiang Wanwan, and then die without even a burial.]

[At that time, this system will assist the host in faking death and escaping. The regret mission will officially begin: the higher your regret value, the more intense the “crematorium” will be, and the richer your rewards!]

[This system will always support you, Host, wishing you to reclaim the spotlight as the cherished protagonist, defeat the false heroine Jiang Wanwan, defeat the substitute villain Shen Beijia, overturn your cannon-fodder fate, and embark on the thrilling journey of the beloved female lead!]

Hearing the system’s voice, Shi Muran curled her lips, her gaze obscure.

A “pampered female lead story”? What kind of protagonist is that!

Did this foolish system truly think she carried out the missions to win their affection?

Once, she had been a princess of an empire—more than that, she was the first princess to take the throne!

Her father was aged and his vision clouded, her elder brother too dull for the task, so she schemed step by step over the years, ascended the throne, and became the first female emperor!

Her close friend Shen Beijia, as her right hand, was even granted the title of the first female prime minister in the dynasty’s history. Together, they reached the pinnacle of their lives!

In every sense, Shi Muran stood above all—the very definition of unrivaled glory! How could being pampered compare?

It was a pity she had only enjoyed two months of power before she and Shen Beijia transmigrated: one bound to the “crematorium system,” the other to the “villain system.”

Yes, Shen Beijia, who had become a substitute villain!

Even their respective systems didn’t know about their connection.

As for how they knew they had transmigrated together—it all started when they could suddenly hear each other’s voices in their minds…

Through their exchanges, Shi Muran learned she was the tragic “white moonlight,” doomed to die without a grave, while Shen Beijia was cannon fodder, used as Jiang Wanwan’s substitute by the villain—not that one’s fate was worse than the other.

Yet Shi Muran was quite satisfied; the world of cultivation suited her far better than the realm ruled by imperial power.

Secretly contacting Shen Beijia again and confirming she too had reached a critical plot point, Shi Muran smiled.

‘System, watch closely—this is how you really complete a mission.’

Inside, Shi Muran was brimming with confidence and pride, making the system exclaim in awe.

On the surface, Shi Muran appeared pitiful and frail, her soulful eyes fixed intently on Mo Zichuan, crystalline tears falling.

Mo Zichuan, atop the platform, was already displeased. Shi Muran’s silence only stoked his fury further.

But seeing the tears slip down the white-robed woman’s face below, his heart ached painfully.

That was his beloved “white moonlight” of decades!

Shi Muran, weakly parted her lips, as though she was finally about to speak—only to be interrupted by a cough.

“Cough, cough.”

Beside her, Jiang Wanwan spoke feebly, “It’s alright, Senior Brother Zichuan. Senior Sister Shi must have her reasons. Don’t blame her.”

Hearing this, Mo Zichuan’s tenderness vanished, replaced by outrage at Shi Muran’s wickedness.

Wanwan was clearly so kind and pure—how could Shi Muran still refuse to repent?

Was this truly the “white moonlight” he had cherished? How had she become so venomous?

“Sister… you’ve changed!”

Mo Zichuan closed his eyes, his tone bitter. When he reopened them, he wrapped Jiang Wanwan in his arms, full of anger and frustration.

“Don’t defend her, you fool. Even after being harmed like this, you’re still thinking of her.”

Not only Mo Zichuan, but tens of thousands of disciples in Heaven’s Way Sect thought the same!

“The eldest senior sister has let us all down. The junior sister saved so many people!”

“It’s just a few drops of blood! If my blood worked, I’d give it to her right now!”

“She’s just jealous of junior sister’s bond with senior brother, isn’t she? Shi Muran doesn’t deserve to be our senior sister!”

They, like Mo Zichuan, denounced Shi Muran’s malice, praised Jiang Wanwan’s nobility, and dragged Shi Muran’s name through the mud.

“You all think so, do you?”

Shi Muran’s voice trembled, tears in her eyes, her once-straight spine bent, making her appear delicate and vulnerable.

Beyond disappointment, her gaze held disbelief and a glimmer of hope.

For an instant, when she met Mo Zichuan’s eyes, his heart shattered.

Had he misunderstood her? No! How could that be?

Seeing this, Shi Muran understood, and with a cold laugh, turned to Jiang Wanwan, “My blood was given to you long ago, wasn’t it?”

Jiang Wanwan flashed a provocative smile at her in secret, then turned, feigning confusion, “Senior Sister, what are you saying… Oh yes, Senior Sister already gave it to me. Everyone, please don’t force her—it was my own mistake.”

“Enough!” Mo Zichuan, furious, waved his hand and leaped from the platform, sword in hand, pressing it to Shi Muran’s throat.

“Shi Muran, how dare you threaten Wanwan in front of us! Do you think we’re blind?!”

“If you won’t give it willingly, I’ll take it myself!”

Perhaps seeing the pain in Shi Muran’s eyes, Mo Zichuan’s heart softened, and he added, “You won’t give it for nothing. I’ll find the finest treasures to replenish your heart’s blood.”

“This Liuguang Sword is yours as compensation.”

Shi Muran lowered her gaze, seeming to grieve, her tone losing control as she spoke, “Fine, let’s pretend I never gave it to her.”

“But what if I told you that after this, the Divine Phoenix bloodline will permanently dissipate—even threaten my life?!”

“Mo Zichuan! Do you still want me to give it?!”

Mo Zichuan’s breath caught. Could it truly threaten her life?!

In his panic, he accidentally nicked Shi Muran’s throat with his sword!

Shi Muran’s eyes darkened, yet a faint smile curled her lips. Had Shen Beijia been here, she would know that Shi Muran had already devised 365 ways for Mo Zichuan to die.

If not for the perfect effect she sought, she would never have played along with them this long!

Mo Zichuan, overwhelmed with guilt, wanted to withdraw, but saw Jiang Wanwan suddenly spit a mouthful of blood in the distance. Gritting his teeth, he steeled himself.

“Don’t worry, I already asked the sect master. The Divine Phoenix bloodline recovers after using heart’s blood once. I’ll take good care of you afterward!”

“Your life won’t be threatened. If you refuse, it’s Wanwan’s life that’s at risk!”

He then tossed out another item, its mere appearance captivating everyone’s attention.

“Until you recover, the Tai Xu Unification Needle is yours for protection. This is my final concession—don’t be ungrateful.”

Tai Xu Unification Needle—the sect’s supreme treasure!

It could save or kill—a top-grade Xuan-level artifact!

Much of her performance had been to secure this, hadn’t it?

“Very well.” Shi Muran said no more, hiding the mockery in her eyes, grasped Mo Zichuan’s sword, and plunged it toward her own heart!

A sharp sound split the air.

Mo Zichuan’s pupils contracted, pain stabbing his heart as though something precious was being lost forever.