The heavy scent of sandalwood incense hung in the air, masking the sweat, lust, and blood that stained the velvet-lined auction hall.
Rows of male cultivators lounged on cushioned platforms like pampered beasts, their greedy eyes fixed on the stage below.
Elder disciples, sect masters, rogue cultivators, and noble brats alike had gathered for the same reason: to buy flesh. Terrified screams of women echoed from the higher floors of the auction house.
Everyone in the venue remained indifferent to their pleas for mercy, their lustful gazes fixed on the elf woman standing on the podium.
However, no one dared to do anything more than look—because she was owned by the Blood Seeker, the owner of the auction house and a Nascent Soul cultivator.
"Bring out the final item," the elf announced with a sultry grin, her ample breasts trembling with each movement.
'Gulp.'
"Ouuuur finale for tonight, genttttlemen. A rare Yin-type virgin~huhu." Her always seductive voice failed to stir the crowd like before; a pin-drop silence settled over the auction house.
Then came the crack of shattering glass. Chaos stirred.
"Someone please pinch me…"
"Okay."
"AAAHHH! Fucker, you pulled out my mustache! I said to pinch—PINCH!"
"Oh, sorry…"
"AAAHHH! Fucker, why'd you pull out my hair now?!"
"Hm. I just fixed my mistake… haha."
"YOU!!!"
The venue descended into chaos. Fights broke out, and some of the smarter ones tried to sneak toward the last auction item.
But everything halted the moment the elf woman released her aura.
That's when they all remembered who she was—Myehna Fallen, Princess of Eldora, the fallen elf kingdom in the north. One of the rare women blessed by the heavens with a Heaven-grade spiritual constitution.
If her kingdom hadn't been destroyed, not even Blood Seeker could have subdued her as a trophy. But they all forgot the most important part: only he had subdued her. Not them.
"Ahhh…"
Several screams were silenced in an instant as flashes of light zigzagged through the auction house. Heads rolled across the stage, circling her feet before crumbling into ash.
Everyone stood frozen until her giggle returned.
"Oh my, my hands slipped~"
No one dared to even twitch.
That's when I opened my eyes.
My head spun, bile burning in my throat, ready to erupt any moment. Bright lights scorched my vision as I struggled to adjust.
I tried to move—but failed. My arms refused to respond. My wrists were chained above my head, my ankles locked to the cold iron platform beneath me.
Translucent silks clung to my skin, exposing everything—more vivid than even being naked.
Somewhere deep inside, I stirred. My mind floated in a haze, memories shattered and scattered like starlight in a boundless void.
I remembered pain. Fire. Falling.
A throne of flame cracking beneath me. Divine chains binding my essence. The divine punishment meant to erase me from existence.
I was a goddess. A True God, one who ruled over millions of galaxies.
Now… I wasn't.
I had failed the ascension.
A bitter smile curled my lips. A True God was a state in which the heavenly laws bent to contain one's existence. At that stage, a cultivator became one with the heavens.
The stage beyond that was heaven itself.
Even thinking of becoming heaven was blasphemy. No True God in millennia had been insane enough to try.
But I had tried. And failed.
For fuck's sake, that was the first failure in my entire life. The divine punishment should have erased me completely.
Then why was I still alive?
Reincarnation wasn't unfamiliar to me. I had given countless souls second chances—usually to fix problems in my territory I was too bored to deal with.
But reincarnation after heaven itself erases you?
Impossible.
Unless—
[Yes. I give you a chance.]
'Aw, cute. Stop the dramatic act, little bitch. I know you're not the saint who forgives someone trying to replace your ass for good.'
[Twitch.]
'You can't erase me, can you?'
Nothing under the heavens and—
'So… you can't.'
It was absurd.
Everything born between heaven and earth was a formation of countless laws. And those laws were created and governed by heaven. Meaning there was nothing it couldn't erase.
Then what was protecting me?
I didn't have time to dive into that mystery. My current situation was dire—the stench of blood in the air grounded my reasoning.
A barrage of memories flooded my mind, and I chose to skim only the most important. I was no longer a god.
I was Li Yue, an eighteen-year-old girl groomed from childhood to become a furnace for men.
'Disgusting.'
Dual cultivation wasn't a foreign concept to me. In my past life, I had used it once or twice for quick progression.
What disgusted me now was how they had groomed her—groomed me—to believe her only purpose was to spread her legs.
From the scattered memories, I understood the mortal realm had changed.
Gone was the world that filtered talents for ascension.
Now, it was ravaged by a grotesque patriarchy, to the point that everyone had forgotten the purpose of cultivation.
Here, men ruled. Women—even talented ones—were forbidden to cultivate. Their only worth? Sex slaves.
Anger burned in my chest at the horror my fellow women suffered.
But besides anger, I could do nothing. Chains bound me tightly.
It was strange—to feel this helpless.
"Let me explain," a female voice said from ahead.
Through the hazy silks draping the cage I was in, I saw the outline of a woman.
"This item is named Li Yue. Her Yin core is ready to be plucked…"
Her words blurred as I turned inward, focusing on my soul. Spirit bodies were rare, even in the immortal realm.
And this girl—me—had a Yin-type spirit constitution, just like my previous one.
'Ranked sixty-five on the Spirit Chart.'
Yin-type bodies were often misunderstood—reduced to being cauldrons for men to cultivate. But that was only one of their functions.
They had far more to offer.
But I was certain no one in this mortal realm understood how rare a Yin spiritual constituion was.
The silks hiding me were lifted before I could look deep into my soul.
My gaze locked onto the elf woman ahead with piercing, cold, unfiltered indifference. Her expression shifted noticeably, and her steps faltered.
I studied her for a few seconds, then turned my attention toward the gasps from the crowd.
Hundreds of hungry eyes stared at me—driven by the same base instinct:
Lust.
Despite the fury burning in my heart, a small smile curved my lips.
Before the elf could speak, I opened my mouth—
"Hello, bitches."
I opened my mouth once more to curse, seeing the stunned silence in the auction room.
However, a cold mechanical voice—not from the heavens—suddenly barreled into my soul.
[You have awakened the Yin-Yang Furnace constitution.]
[Spirit Chart Rank: Unknown]