1: Chapter 1 Gentle Lady, smells so good!

"Ah—it's like this every time. Are you even capable or not?"

From within the dilapidated wooden shack, a woman's scolding voice rang out.

The voice was filled with deep dissatisfaction and disdain, sounding exceptionally grating in the silent night.

"Wu Mengmeng, you... lower your voice, don't let anyone outside hear..."

The man's voice betrayed obvious weakness and guilt, his panting heavier than a broken bellows, "It's not that... I've just had too many chores these past few days and got worn out."

"Yes, yes, yes. It's been three years, and there's an excuse every time. Did you find a wife just to look at, is that it?!"

"Oh, my dear Wu Mengmeng, don't be angry, don't talk nonsense..."

Outside, separated by only a wall, the cold wind sliced by like a knife.

Qin Feng huddled his body, arms wrapped around his knees, crouching at the base of the wall covered in mud and moss.

He wore a patched, coarse hemp garment, with worn-out straw sandals on his feet. The cold wind poured straight into his collar, making him shiver uncontrollably.

"He can't do it but still finds a wife, purely for Face...!"

Qin Feng silently calculated the time in his heart, a mocking arc curling at the corner of his mouth, "What a pity that the sister-in-law has such a curvy figure; it's a waste of resources..."

The man was named Qin Feng, a tragedy through and through.

When others underwent Transmigration, they were either peerless Geniuses from noble families, or Sons of the Plane possessing a Golden Finger, or at the very least, a down-and-out young master with an old grandfather inside a ring to protect them.

But him?

He had a womb-Transmigration, born right into the great demonic Sect—the Hehuan Sect—but he was only a bottom-tier Menial Laborer!

The Hehuan Sect—the name alone tells you it's a good place—though in reality, Qin Feng didn't understand this Sect at all.

Because being in the Servant District, he had never had the opportunity to leave it...

Within the vast and humble community of Menial Laborers, there were also various ranks and classes.

High-tier Menial Laborers were usually the stewards of various districts, managing hundreds or thousands of people under them. Even the scraps that leaked through their hands were enough for those below to eat for a year, and they even had the qualifications to come into contact with some low-level Cultivation Techniques;

Middle-tier Servants were like that soft-legged shrimp Ji Boxiao in the room, relying on having their own small patch of territory, working endless menial chores, accumulating meager savings, and being able to marry a wife of equally low status, barely living like a human being;

And the lower-tier Menial Laborers... were like Qin Feng, having nothing at all. Even if he worked hard on menial chores every day, due to the layers of exploitation, he could only scrape together one meal to eat; as for the rest... don't even think about it...

Qin Feng had lost both parents at a young age, dying from the most common cause within the Sect: "overwork."

After his parents passed away when he was three, the residence and small plot of spiritual farmland they left behind were reasonably occupied by the Middle-tier Servant Ji Boxiao, and he, having no choice, became a servant without any dignity.

That service lasted for a full fifteen years.

For fifteen years, he rose earlier than the chickens and slept later than the dogs, doing the dirtiest and most tiring work, eating spoiled leftovers.

No backing, no background, no strength.

In the law-of-the-jungle Servant District 666 of the Hehuan Sect, he was like an ant that could be crushed to death at any moment.

"Sigh..." Qin Feng let out a long sigh, breathing out a cloud of white mist.

He looked up at the pale crescent moon in the night sky, a hidden trace of unwillingness flashing in his eyes, whispering: "Working a job is still better..."

Just as he was lost in his reflections, "Bang!" The dilapidated wooden door behind him was kicked open violently. The long-neglected door hinges let out a teeth-grinding shriek, as if they would fall apart at any moment.

Hearing the commotion, Qin Feng immediately stood up and lowered his head: "Brother Ji Boxiao, resting?"

"Resting your grandpa." Ji Boxiao glared at Qin Feng and said irritably.

At this moment, he was full of anger, reaching into his bosom and fumbling for a long time, then suddenly pulling out a handful of things and throwing them onto the ground.

"Cling-clang..." Ten inferior copper coins scattered into the muddy water, making a dull sound.

These were servant coins, the only currency circulating among the bottom-tier Menial Laborers of the Hehuan Sect, minted uniformly by the Sect.

"Take these ten servant coins and get your ass to the Trading Shop immediately, buy a pack of 'xiongfeng powder' and bring it back!"

Ji Boxiao's gaze was fierce as he growled in a low voice, "Go quickly. If you don't buy it back, or if you delay my business, I'll break your legs."

From inside the room, Wu Mengmeng's delicate voice rang out: "Oh, asking little Feng to help buy medicine? Why don't you just ask him to help with the rest too."

Ji Boxiao's Face instantly turned the color of a pig's liver, and in a fit of shame and anger, he roared at the room: "Shut up! Wait a moment, and I'll see if I don't kill you!"

Turning his head back to look at Qin Feng, who was still stunned in place, Ji Boxiao stepped up and kicked him again: "Why aren't you going yet? Playing dumb, are you?"

"Going, I'm going right now." Qin Feng rubbed his kicked leg, immediately picked up the servant coins from the ground, and left quickly.

Hehuan Sect, Servant District 666. This area was extremely large, accommodating tens of thousands of Menial Laborers who were barely surviving here.

Within the area, the houses were dilapidated, sewage flowed everywhere, and the air was forever filled with a pungent smell of rot, sweat, and cheap cosmetic powder.

Qin Feng wove through the dark alleyways. The cold wind blew through his thin clothes, making one gasp in cold air.

But he dared not stop his footsteps, because he knew Ji Boxiao too well. If he couldn't bring the 'xiongfeng powder' back tonight, Ji Boxiao would absolutely pour all his rage onto him. Breaking his legs would be the least of it; he might even really be beaten to death.

"Transmigration, and I end up a lackey for a Menial Laborer..." Qin Feng muttered self-mockingly, but complaints aside, life had to go on.

Running for nearly half an hour, he finally arrived at the central area of Servant District 666, the Trading Shop.

It was called the Trading Shop, but it was actually a large courtyard built with blue bricks, much more imposing than the surrounding wooden shacks.

This place was the only location in the Servant District where goods could be legally bought and sold, from rice, flour, grain, and oil, to low-level medicinal herbs for healing, and even things like 'xiongfeng powder', which the Menial Laborers loved to use for stimulation; it had everything.

And the boss behind the Trading Shop was none other than the Steward of District 666, the leader of all High-tier Menial Laborers, Steward Wang Taian.

Steward Wang was like a local emperor in the Servant District 666. Life and death were all within his whim.

When Qin Feng rushed to the front of the Trading Shop, gasping for breath, and saw that the two heavy, black-lacquered doors were already locked, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally sank.

"What do I do... it's closed..." He muttered to himself, his voice carrying a trace of undisguised panic.

Usually, the Trading Shop did close at this hour, but when he had been kicked out by Ji Boxiao earlier, his mind was completely focused on buying the medicine to save his life, and he hadn't paid any attention to the time.

Now, looking at the cold copper lock, Qin Feng felt as if he could already see Ji Boxiao's ferocious Face upon his return, and the wooden club raised high.

"No, I can't go back empty-handed!"

Qin Feng bit his tongue hard, using the pain to calm himself down: "If I go back empty-handed, that mad dog Ji Boxiao will definitely beat me to death. I have to think of a way... No matter what, even if I have to beg, I must beg the people inside to sell me a pack of medicine!"

He looked around. It was late at night and quiet; there wasn't even a ghost in sight.

So he took a deep breath and walked on tiptoe to the side wall of the Trading Shop.

The courtyard wall was built of rammed earth and gravel, about a zhang high, covered with weeds.

"Climb over and take a look... maybe the staff hasn't slept yet. I'll get scolded a few times, but as long as I can get the medicine, it'll be fine."

Having made up his mind, Qin Feng no longer hesitated. He found a slightly protruding stone at the corner of the wall, stepped on it, and dug his hands firmly into the dirt in the wall crevices.

"Riiiip—" His clothes were torn open by the thorns on the wall, and Qin Feng let out a muffled groan. With a forceful push of his arms, he finally managed to poke half his body over the top of the wall.

He lay on the wall, carefully poking his head out to look into the courtyard.

At this look, Qin Feng froze instantly, his breathing even coming to a halt.

In the courtyard, there were no staff counting goods as he had imagined, nor were there any fierce-looking guards.

In the very center of the backyard stood a huge wooden bathtub. Around the bathtub, several dim lanterns were lit, emitting an ambiguous glow.

The air was filled with a rich scent of roses, the fragrance of high-class incense that an ordinary Menial Laborer couldn't afford even an ounce of in a lifetime.

And at this moment, the bathtub was steaming, the water rippling.

"Splash..." A sound of splashing water came, appearing exceptionally clear in the silent night, as if striking directly at the man's heart.

Through the misty vapor, Qin Feng saw a scene he would never forget in his life.

A woman was sitting in the bathtub bathing, her back turned to him.

What a back it was... Her long, jet-black hair like a waterfall was casually tied behind her head, revealing a large expanse of snow-white, delicate skin that, intertwined with the moonlight and water vapor, gleamed with the lustrous sheen of mutton-fat jade.

Her slender waist was slim enough to be grasped, disappearing beneath the water's surface where flower petals floated, inviting infinite reverie.

It was... it was Steward Wang's wife—Yang Liu!

In Servant District 666, the name Yang Liu could be said to be known by everyone.

Not only was she extremely beautiful, the undisputed great beauty of Servant District 666, but because she was Steward Wang's legitimate Dao Companion, her status was lofty.

In daily life, if any Menial Laborer dared to look at her more than once and angered the adults, the punishment would be, at best, having their eyes gouged out, and at worst, losing their life!

"It's over, I'm going to die!" In the instant he was stunned by her beauty, Qin Feng came to his senses, his hair standing on end, cold sweat instantly soaking his entire body.

Peeping at Steward Wang's woman bathing!! If such a massive crime were to fall upon him, he would absolutely be skinned and have his tendons pulled, or be turned into a human lamp and boiled for oil.

Run, run quickly! Before he was discovered, leave this place of trouble!

Qin Feng's brain sounded the alarm crazily. He used his hands and feet, wanting to retreat from the top of the wall.

However, when people are under extreme tension, they are often prone to mistakes. Just as he was preparing to retreat, his right foot accidentally slipped and kicked a loose tile on the top of the wall.

"Clatter!" The crisp sound of the tile shattering rang out suddenly in the silent courtyard, like a thunderclap on flat ground!

Qin Feng's heart gave a violent twitch, and his whole body, as if struck by a paralysis spell, stiffened on the wall, cold sweat rolling down his forehead in large droplets...

"Who's there?" A melodious and coquettish, yet tinged with a hint of authority, sharp cry came from the courtyard.

Qin Feng closed his eyes in despair. It was over. He had been discovered.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze casting back into the courtyard. He saw that Yang Liu in the bathtub had already turned around.

She did not let out a terrified scream like an ordinary woman; she only tilted her head slightly, her pair of peach-blossom eyes, filled with brilliance, locking precisely onto his position on the wall through the hazy water vapor.

In that instant, Qin Feng saw her Face clearly. Very beautiful. Brows like distant mountains, eyes like autumn water, her red lips slightly parted, revealing a natural, innate charm.

Gulp... Qin Feng swallowed a mouthful of saliva unworthily, but the fear in his heart was ten thousand times stronger than his desire.

He gripped the wall tightly, his voice trembling uncontrollably from extreme fear: "Ma... Madam, spare me. This one didn't see anything. This one came to the Trading Shop to buy medicine, saw the door was closed, and was afraid of getting beaten upon returning, so... so foolishly climbed the wall... I beg Madam to spare me..."

At this moment, Qin Feng had no choice at all. Don't talk about being a Transmigration powerhouse or stepping over the universe; offending a powerhouse here really meant getting skinned and having your tendons pulled, so begging for mercy wasn't shameful...

Time seemed to freeze at this moment. After begging for mercy, Qin Feng dared not even breathe, waiting for the judgment of fate.

As long as Yang Liu shouted "Catch the thief," dozens of people would instantly rush out from the distant guard quarters and hack him into meat paste with random blades.

However, unexpectedly, Yang Liu not only didn't scream or shout, but instead, a playful smile curled at the corners of her mouth.

She looked the man crouching on the wall up and down with great interest.

Although the youth was wearing ragged servant clothes and his Face was stained with mud, his features were very handsome, especially those eyes. Although filled with fear, deep within them, there was a resilience and stubbornness like wild grass.

Compared to the old, ugly, and fat Steward Wang, the green and vibrant youth before her was simply like a delicious appetizer.

"Oh—" Yang Liu's red lips parted slightly, emitting a long, coquettish tail note, her voice seeming to carry a hook that scratched directly at one's heart.

She slowly stood up a bit from the bathtub, letting water droplets slide down her proud curves.

She casually extended a slender arm to rest on the edge of the bathtub, looking at Qin Feng with a lazy and teasing gaze.

"What a handsome young man."

Yang Liu chuckled softly, her voice lowered, carrying a hint of irresistible magic, "The Trading Shop is in the front yard. Why are you climbing the back wall in the middle of the night to buy medicine?"

"Madam! Every word this one says is true. If there is half a lie, may I be struck by lightning." Qin Feng immediately opened his mouth to explain again.

"Giggle, giggle... look how scared you are." Yang Liu's eyes shifted, her tone suddenly becoming tender and seductive, whispering softly, "I'm not going to eat you. What's the point of you staying crouched on the wall? Don't you find it uncomfortable?"

As she spoke, she extended a finger as white as a scallion toward Qin Feng and hooked it gently, "Since you're already here, I'm bored anyway. Do you dare to come down into the courtyard and sit with this Madam for a while?"