2: Chapter 2: Time Travel?

After the pleasure subsided, his reason gradually returned.

Xu Ruyu panted heavily, finally realizing that something was wrong.

The soft touch from beneath him, the lingering scent of intimacy in the air, and... the hollow, tearful gaze of that stunning woman.

This... damn it, this feels way too real!

Too real to be a dream!

Xu Ruyu shuddered violently, propping himself up from the woman's naked, delicate body and turning his head to look around.

This was definitely not his doghouse of a rented apartment!

This was a spacious, ancient-style bedchamber.

It featured carved beams and painted pillars, with light gauze curtains and a faint, elegant fragrance floating in the air.

The bed beneath him was large and soft, covered with smooth animal furs.

The surrounding furnishings—be it the tables and chairs, the screens, or the incense burner in the corner—all exuded an air of luxury...

I... holy shit?!

I've transmigrated?!

Xu Ruyu's brain buzzed, and his mind went blank.

Immediately following that, the frantic and erotic scenes from moments ago replayed in his mind like a high-definition movie.

He abruptly lowered his head and looked at the woman beneath him.

At this moment, she was also staring blankly at him. Those beautiful eyes, which should have been peerless in their elegance, now held nothing but icy killing intent.

Their eyes met.

The air froze.

The killing intent in the woman's eyes made Xu Ruyu's scalp tingle, his lust instantly replaced by fear.

No matter how slow he was, he understood—he likely, possibly, probably... wasn't dreaming!

He had really transmigrated!

And to think, he had such good luck with women right at the start?

Furthermore, the process seemed to have been extremely intense? He had even... 'sucked' something incredible out of the other party?

Looking at the woman's pale, haggard face and her murderous gaze, an even more terrifying thought surfaced—I didn't... drain her through cultivation, did I?!

Just like those evil heretics written about in novels?

"I... I..."

Xu Ruyu opened his mouth, wanting to say something like "I'm sorry," "I didn't mean to," or "This is all a misunderstanding," but his throat felt as if it were stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Anyone who encountered such a start would likely have their brain crash.

His only thought now was—run!

Run quickly!

Before this beauty could react, or before she regained the strength to call for help!

He scrambled off the woman, haphazardly grabbing the clothes scattered on the floor and pulling them onto his body.

His movements were incredibly clumsy due to his panic.

Throughout the entire process, the stunning woman just lay there quietly, motionless. Only those eyes, filled with killing intent, followed his movements slightly. Aside from the overflowing murderous intent, there was no other emotion, as if she were looking at a dead man.

This silent gaze filled Xu Ruyu with more dread than any verbal abuse could.

He finally managed to barely get his clothes on and, ignoring everything else, stumbled toward the door, trying to flee.

Damn it, no matter what, he had to leave this place of trouble immediately!

However, just as his fingers were about to touch the wooden door carved with intricate patterns, a weak yet still majestic female voice rang out behind him.

The voice wasn't loud, but it made him freeze in his tracks.

"Stop."

Xu Ruyu's body went completely stiff, and his blood involuntarily ran cold at that moment.

Slowly, inch by inch, he turned around.

He saw that the stunning woman had managed to sit up at some point, using a piece of disheveled silk undergarment to barely cover her exposed skin.

Her face was still pale, but the emptiness and despair in her eyes had faded, replaced by an extremely cold scrutiny.

She sized Xu Ruyu up, her gaze as sharp as a knife, as if she wanted to dissect him thoroughly from the inside out.

"You..." she spoke again, her voice raspy from the aftermath, yet she struggled to maintain her composure, "Who exactly are you? Who sent you to ruin me?

Is it that old woman Liu Rumei? Or that shameless dead Taoist, Tianshu?"

Xu Ruyu's throat was dry, his heart was pounding wildly, and his mind raced to figure out how to answer.

He had never even heard of the names this woman mentioned, let alone knowing what was going on.

He weighed his options: should he play dumb? Or honestly confess that he was a transmigrator?

Before he could decide on an excuse, the woman added another sentence, slowly and deliberately:

"Do you know that this seat... is the Sect Master of Hehuan Sect, Xiao Nianyin."

Hehuan Sect?! Sect Master?! Xiao Nianyin?!

Xu Ruyu's vision went black, and he nearly fainted.

Although he was an engineering student, he had read quite a few web novels!

He knew all too well what the words 'Hehuan Sect' represented!

That was a famous Sect of the Demonic Path in the Cultivation World, renowned for Dual Cultivation and draining others for power!

And he, a powerless Mortal who had transmigrated for no apparent reason, had actually... actually slept with the Sect Master of the Hehuan Sect?! And he was suspected of having drained her?!

How the Hell was this a lucky start? This was clearly a start in Hell!

As Xiao Nianyin watched Xu Ruyu's face turn pale in an instant and saw the deep panic in his eyes, the towering rage in her heart caused by the loss of her cultivation seemed to subside slightly.

But following that was an even deeper suspicion.

How could a Mortal man, while she was circulating her Cultivation Technique, not only avoid having his Primal Yang sucked dry but instead reverse the process... and completely drain her of her Saint Realm cultivation and Profound Yin Origin that she had painstakingly cultivated for hundreds of years?!

This was simply unheard of!

Unless...

Her gaze focused on Xu Ruyu once more, this time looking even more closely, as if trying to pierce through his skin to see the secrets hidden deep within his Soul.

What kind of oddity was hidden within this seemingly ordinary man?

Meanwhile, only one thought echoed frantically in Xu Ruyu's mind:

"It's over, it's over, it's over! I'm dead for sure! Am I going to be ground to dust by a demonic enchantress right after transmigrating?!"