Hearing the knock at the door Yuan sat down on his bed and composed himself. Clearing his throat, he said "Come in"
The door creaked open, and a beautiful woman stepped inside. She moved with practiced grace, her voluptuous figure visible from the soft silk of her light green servant robes. Her long hair was neatly tied, with a few strands falling over her shoulder as she carried a tray of fresh fruit.
"Master" she said with a smile, her voice smooth like honey "I'm here to deliver some fruits"
She placed the tray on the bedside table, then turned to him, eyes filled with curiosity
"Are you fine now?"
"I'm good," he replied with a faint, teasing smile tugging at his lips.
Standing gracefully beside him was Su Lan, his personal maid. A beauty, appearing no older than twenty-four, with curves that could stir the hearts of monks.
He slowly rose to his feet, the pain in his body ignored as though it were nothing. Yet before he could take even a single step, a sharp, worried voice pierced the room like a needle.
"Yuan! where is he!"
A figure rushed inside, as if she just lost something precious. Her gaze fell on him standing by the bed, and in an instant, her elegant face twisted with worry.
But Yuan's smile, somehow still stuck on his lips, didn't fade. It felt like it was glued there, also some strange memories stirred in the back of his mind like ripples in a quiet pond.
"Yuan! Are you okay?!" she shouted, her voice ringing through the entire room.
"Ah… ha ha, I'm fine, Big Sister," he replied, his laugh a little cracked.
The young lady was Xu Lingxi, his elder sister. Ink-black hair flowed down her back, tied loosely with a simple ribbon. Her pale, jade-like skin glowing softly in the light. Her eyes, deep as midnight, were usually calm — but now they burned with worry.
Yuan met her gaze, without a word she stepped forward and suddenly thrown her fist straight into his stomach.
"Gah!" Yuan collapsed back onto the bed, while clutching his stomach.
"You little bastard! Can't even take care of yourself! Do you know how worried I was?!" she snapped, though her loud voice. Publicly, Xu Lingxi was known for her grace and elegance, but in private, she was as fierce as a tiger.
Yuan groaned, rolling left and right on the bed, his face twisted in pain.
From behind, Su Lan spoke up softly, "Lady Lingxi, you shouldn't be so rough with the young master. He had just recovered…."
"He deserves it! Hmph!" Lingxi huffed, her cheeks slightly puffed. Then, without another word, she flicked a small green pill into his mouth.
"Mmph!"
Left with no choice, Yuan swallowed it down, already feeling a strange warmth spreading through his chest. suddenly he felt like something watery washed the whole pain of his body.
he coughed "Ugh… what was that?"
"A healing pill, idiot," she scolded, her arms crossed with relief flickering in her eyes.
"Are you feeling pain anywhere?" she asked, her voice softer now.
"No" he shook his head
"Good. Then don't you dare step a foot out of this room. I'll check on you later" she said, glaring at him one last time and left the room her long hair swaying behind her like a black ribbon in the wind.
"Master, if you need anything, you can tell me" Su Lan spoke gently, a polite smile on her lips.
"It's fine… I'll rest for now," he replied, leaning back against the bed.
"Then I'll take my leave," she said, bowing slightly before quietly walking out. The door closed with a soft thud.
"Fuck… what just happened?" Yuan muttered, staring at the ceiling as he lay sprawled on the bed after getting beat up for nothing. That girl had been throwing fists at him since he could remember.
Xu Lingxi, his elder sister, four years older and ten times more possessive than any normal sibling. On the surface, she was the picture of grace cold, elegant, untouchable. But behind closed doors she was a storm wrapped in silk.
He didn't have any real memories of his parents. No warm voices. No gentle lullabies. The only thing clearly etched into his childhood were the two things that was Xu Lingxi's punches and her kisses on his cheeks.
Shaking off his thoughts, Yuan let out a long sigh, his eyes fixed on the plain ceiling above.
"What should I do now? I'm not even feeling any pain anymore," he muttered to himself. "Should I get up… maybe walk around a bit?"
But just as he made to move, an image of Xu Lingxi's face flashed in his mind those burning eyes.
"No, no… better not," Yuan grimaced, pulling the blanket up to his chest like a shield "I should probably rest a little. I just came to this world, after all"
He tried not to think about the fact that Xu Lingxi would probably break his legs if she caught him wandering around.
The room settled into silence once again. Then, suddenly a sharp ring echoed inside his head
[Ding!]
[Activating system…]
A glowing blue screen appeared right in front of his eyes, floating in the air like some cheap fantasy movie prop.
"Huh? A… system?" Yuan blinked, his mouth hanging open.
[Initializing system…]
"Oh fuck! it's my cheat code!"
[Processing…]
His eyes gleamed, heart pounding in exiting wildfire.
"My cheat skill… it's coming!"
[Searching for a good name…]
"Oi! Oi! Hurry up already!" Yuan snapped, glaring at the floating words.
[Starting… Bookworm System]
A proud little chime followed, as the words flashed in bold.
"Tsk! That's the worst name I've ever heard!" Yuan groaned, slapping his forehead. Then, the screen shifted again.
{Profile}
Name: Xu Yuan
Age: 17
Cultivation: 1st Realm of Qi Refining
Physique: Extreme Yang Physique
Info: This poor bastard used to be a bookworm in his previous life. Spent most of his time glued to books and sometimes secretly on screen, reading novels about immortal beauties, big-breasted sword fairies, and naughty demonesses. He prefers E-cup ladies with a good figure. He is known for reading lewd novels under his blanket till 2 AM. Had a wallet emptier than a monk's jug and a heart full of greed. Now transmigrated into a cultivation world, still a greedy bastard, but with slightly better prospects.
Yuan stared at the floating screen, deadpan.
"Tsk, tsk… what a cocky system" he muttered, clicking his tongue.
His eyes casually drifted down the profile "Extreme… Yang… Physique"