Kitchen staff member of the Seven Rivers Sect, Yè Guǐ Fèng (夜鬼凤) with a cultivation base of the Qi Condensation levels has no hope of ever becoming a true immortal in a world of talent beats all. Working painstakingly in the kitchen of the sect without a single spirit stone to show for his efforts he eventually meets a legendary demonic cultivator, Xié Mó Xīn (邪魔心) who guides him onto the path of demonic arts.

Indeed I wished to be in a Fantasy world of swords and magic. Indeed I wished to transmigrate in a body of a beautiful lady. Indeed I wished to be exceptional. But--- why did it have to be like this?! ** This story is original.

How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

Would you like to play a game? The rules are simple... you just have to get someone to fall in love you, devote himself to you, and care for you until the end of his days. Think it's easy? Confident you'll win? Let's see how well you play the game. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".