Eerie. Absolutely eerie.

Su Yue faced the mirror and pinched her fair, tender cheek. A silky-smooth sensation traveled up her fingertips.

The adorable reflection mimicked her exactly—a girl of sixteen or seventeen with long silver-white hair, crimson eyes, and features so exquisitely carved they seemed sculpted. Though her chest wasn’t ample, her slender waist formed a subtly curvy silhouette that stirred the imagination.

Encountering such a beauty before a mirror in a public park restroom at midnight? Deeply bizarre… unless it was part of the master’s mission…

But far more unsettling: the silver-haired beauty in the mirror was Su Yue herself.

Her mind spun. She pressed a hand to her forehead, trying to sort her thoughts. The reflection did the same, delicate fingers resting on her brow, a puzzled yet utterly cute expression on her face.

*I am Su Yue. I transmigrated into a cultivation world. Blessed with insane talent, I ascended to Immortal Sovereign. Lately, every big shot in the Immortal Realm’s doing the “Triumphant Return of the Immortal Sovereign” trend. I’m a big shot too—I tore open a spatial tunnel back to Earth… took a wrong turn… passed out… and woke up as a silver-haired beauty!*

“Oh, I get it. *Sure*,” she muttered. “Never heard of an Immortal Sovereign’s ‘Triumphant Return’ swapping genders *and* aesthetics. Even if transformation was mandatory, a 2,500-year-old ‘top-tier handsome youth of the Immortal Realm’ shouldn’t become a girl with bizarre hair and eye colors… right?”

A lie. For starters, 2,500 wasn’t “youthful.” And Su Yue, Immortal Sovereign? Never ranked high on looks.

Irritably, she raked fingers through her silver-white hair. In the cultivation world, this appearance might hint at an eerie technique. But in the modern human world? It screamed mismatch.

Still, she was certain this world closely mirrored Earth—at least in tech and language.

Why?

The sink had an infrared sensor faucet. Restroom doors bore Earth’s universal stick-figure symbols. Beneath the grimy, water-stained mirror, Chinese characters read “No Smoking.” Even the damp camphor-scented deodorizer smell was identical.

“Could I have… accidentally made it back to Earth?” Su Yue muttered dryly. The resemblance was uncanny.

“But even if I didn’t stray… what’s *with* this body?” She lifted her slender, fair arm, studying it, then her reflection. The girl wore a black strapless maxi dress. High-waisted cut accentuated her figure; delicate black lace appliqués added age-appropriate charm. A matching cropped vest draped her shoulders, revealing just a hint of porcelain skin.

She glanced down. Knee-length hem revealed slender calves sheathed in white stockings. Dainty feet nestled in black mid-heel Mary Janes with slender straps.

Honestly? This girl’s looks and outfit perfectly hit Su Yue’s XP system. Su Yue—the millennia-cultivating, otaku-ish, Dao-partner-less Immortal Sovereign—felt her resolve crumbling.

“Ugh… I’ve lost my little Su Yue,” she lamented, voice cracking. “Why must such a stunning girl be… *me*?!”

To desire yet be denied—no torment cut deeper.

“Wait—I can possess another body!” Su Yue jolted. Every cultivator got one body-possession chance. Realm or soul strength didn’t matter. One shot. A second life.

Su Yue, now Immortal Sovereign, had always kept her original body. Never faced Nascent Soul emergency escape. Blame her ultra-cautious nature: after discovering world-class talent, she apprenticed under a grandmaster and never left sect grounds. Farthest solo trip? The mountain-base town—still sect territory.

Celestial mansion appearances? Sect tournaments? Forbidden zone openings? What did any of that have to do with Su Yue?

She just wanted to quietly be a “salted fish.”

Even her master sighed at her attitude—but couldn’t exile such prodigy. After failed persuasions, he let her be.

Su Yue became cultivation world’s laughingstock. Nicknames piled up: “Mouse-hearted True Lord,” “Armchair Cultivator.”

Yet no one foresaw it: 2,500 years later, the never-left-sect Su Yue ascended to True Immortal, rising as a genuine Immortal Sovereign.

True Immortal Realm residents were stunned. Only explanation: absurd talent. But sheltered her whole life, she lacked battle-hardened mentality. Combat awareness? Fresh newbie level. They jokingly dubbed her “Rookie Immortal Sovereign.”

“Since I still have my one possession chance… why not find a decent-talent male body? Refine this silver-haired beauty into a Dao Puppet—serve tea by day, warm my bed by night. Perfect, right?” Su Yue’s mind bloomed with fantasies.

“First, check current cultivation.” She focused inward, activating her technique to scan spiritual energy.

“…None? *None at all*?!” She froze. Even talentless mortals held a trace of spiritual energy—it permeated heaven, earth, all things. Merely existing absorbed some.

Refusing to accept it, she probed for spiritual roots. Nothing. Only in her dantian: a slowly rotating dark crimson orb. Her spiritual sense nudged it. Zero response.

“This body’s cultivation-useless,” Su Yue whispered in despair. Beyond her weakened spiritual sense—nothing cultivation-related remained.

And that sense? Reduced to one-thousandth strength. For unknown reasons.

Tears welled.

Goodbye, immortal path.

Goodbye, life as a man.

Goodbye, my “Triumphant Return of the Immortal Sovereign” script.