Today, Sword God Mountain was set to host a "Sword Fairy Training" session.

The news had spread quietly through elite channels beyond the mountain.

Everyone knew the Sword Fairy was in for a rough session today.

Except the Sword Fairy herself remained completely unaware.

"Don’t forget to drink the calming tea. Once you’re dressed, come to the main hall. After today’s Sword Inquiry Ceremony, Mengling, you may descend the mountain to avenge your father."

Sword God, the Sword Fairy’s master, stood before her chamber door, voice gentle with blessing.

"I understand, Master."

Nan Mengling accepted the tea and drank it in one gulp. She closed the door and resumed dressing—a rare occasion for her to adorn herself so carefully.

Today was deeply significant: her eighteenth birthday ceremony, also called the Sword Inquiry Ceremony.

After this, she would descend the mountain to fulfill her original vow—

To avenge her father.

For the girl, this day heralded a brand-new life.

But of course, nothing would go as planned.

The so-called calming tea was a slow-acting aphrodisiac.

The so-called Sword Inquiry Ceremony was merely a "Training" session.

Naturally, Sword God would never tell her.

Nor would he reveal one more truth:

He… was a man with a cuckold fetish.

He had raised Nan Mengling for this very moment—to watch his most beloved disciple be toyed with by others.

Sword God entered the main hall and surveyed the room of "esteemed guests."

They had traveled from distant cities, clad in formal suits, yet their faces openly dripped with lust.

High-ranking figures. Pillars of high society. In this moment, utterly lecherous.

"I hear this Sword Fairy possesses breathtaking beauty—icy demeanor, rarely speaks."

"So she’s a proud, aloof fairy, huh?"

"Hehe, no matter how cold she is, once we get to her… she’ll warm right up~"

"Can’t wait to see the frosty Sword Fairy whimper."

"…"

They clinked glasses, chuckling, already treating Nan Mengling as mere property.

Then Sword God raised his glass:

"Patience, everyone! The Sword Fairy 'Training' Session begins—now!"

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Nan Mengling rose after finishing her grooming.

In the mirror: snow-white robes, peerless beauty.

She fastened her personally forged sword, "White Moon," took a deep breath, and stepped toward the main hall.

Her expression serene, memories surfaced—

Orphaned young, she followed her mother to Sword God Mountain to learn swordsmanship for vengeance.

Years later, her mother died unexpectedly; Sword God saved her.

He became the closest thing to a father.

Today, after mastering ancient martial sword arts, she would awaken her supernatural ability on her eighteenth birthday.

Dual powers. Strength to find her father’s killer.

A bright future awaited.

A rare light gleamed in her eyes as she pushed open the hall door—

—and vanished instantly.

Inside, Sword God was bound with rope. The guests stared at her like merchants inspecting goods, eyes roaming her body without shame.

She froze. Sword hand unmoving.

"Run! Mengling, run!" Sword God shouted.

A cloth gag silenced him.

Nan Mengling’s face turned glacial. White Moon slid from its sheath. Two words:

"Release him."

"Of course we can… if you come here," a guest smirked, stepping forward.

"What do you mean?"

"Exchange your body… for his life," another grinned.

The first pressed a knife to Sword God’s neck:

"Miss Sword Fairy… you wouldn’t want to watch him die, would you?

Then strip. Slowly. Piece by piece…

—and crawl over here."

Lust and greed burned in every gaze.

Nan Mengling stood motionless, silent. Only her long lashes trembled like cicada wings.

"Seems she doesn’t care for her master’s life…"

The knife nicked Sword God’s neck.

Killing intent flared in her eyes—but she dared not move.

Tension coiled tight.

The story teetered toward ruin—

BANG!

The hall door flew open.

A youth strode in, handgun raised, expression stern:

"Hands up! Heads down! Crouch against the wall!

ANTI-PORNOGRAPHY RAID!"

Shock flashed in Nan Mengling’s eyes. Every guest—and Sword God—stared, stunned.

"Who are you?! Do you know where you are?!" guests snapped, faces darkening.

They were elites: ancient martial masters, high-tier ability users. A pistol meant nothing.

The youth said nothing. Fired once into the ceiling.

"SILENCE, DAMN IT!"

"Scaring us, kid?" A man’s voice dripped menace.

Unfazed, the youth slipped trembling hands into his hoodie pockets. Raised an eyebrow.

BUZZZZZ—!

The air hummed. Sky darkened. Thunder cracked.

Behind him, spectral divine manifestations of ghosts and gods swirled.

Blades and spears materialized at every guest’s neck and back.

"QUIETLY CROUCH! DIDN’T YOU HEAR? ANTI-PORNOGRAPHY RAID!"

Silence.

One by one, they dropped, hands on heads—utterly compliant.

*If only you’d said you were this powerful earlier…*

The youth nodded, satisfied.

His name: Zhou Jiuyu.

A transmigrator.

By fate, he gained the power to dream himself into erotic novels.

His mission? Simple.

—Crack down on pornography.

No debauched gathering escapes justice.

But before he could linger, boast, or "retrain" the heroine himself…

His vision blurred.

He knew: the dream trial pass had expired.

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Darkness. Then light.

A handsome youth sat up in a shabby rental bed. His phone vibrated.

A message from the mysterious girl—his so-called cheat ability—【Xiao Lü】:

【So? Dreaming into that erotic novel… fun?】