It felt as though molten magma surged within her veins, wrapping around her organs and setting every nerve ablaze. The agony seemed endless—ten minutes felt like ten lifetimes.
When the heat finally ebbed, an even stranger sensation took its place—an aching desire rising from three inches below her navel.
It was unbearable. Like a thousand invisible ants crawling through her belly, gnawing at her flesh and bones, a hundred times more torturous than the flames before.
A muffled sob escaped her lips. Sweat drenched her crimson robe, clinging to her trembling body.
As her vision blurred, a cold, mocking voice echoed in her ears.
“Junior sister, why are you doing this?”
A man.
Yun Wan forced her eyes open. Through the haze, she saw a man in a bamboo-green robe, his features blurred, a trace of dirt marring his once-handsome face.
He stepped closer and pinched her chin between his fingers.
“Do you really think you can marry Chu Lin? To tell you the truth, if you don’t obey me this time in Cangshan Minghai, you’ll end up in Sui Yuan’s hands. Who is Sui Yuan? A ghost, a demonic fiend. Better you follow me than live with that creature in the frozen Cangwu Palace…”
His fingernails grazed her skin as his hand trailed downward.
Panic flared. From the depths of her burning body, Yun Wan summoned a surge of strength born from sheer desperation.
In the blink of an eye, her dagger flashed—
A sharp sound split the air as the blade pierced clean through the back of his hand.
“Swish.”
The man staggered back two steps, blood dripping from his palm. He bit back a groan, his expression twisting but refusing to show pain.
Yun Wan gripped the dagger tightly, her eyes glinting with icy resolve.
Chu Tiancheng froze, shocked by her sudden defiance.
“Yun Wan! You… you dare harm your fellow disciples? You traitor! Just wait—I’ll report this to the Sect Lord!”
He turned and stormed off, clutching his bleeding hand.
Silence fell.
Yun Wan slowly sat up, her limbs trembling. The flickering lamplight revealed her surroundings—a small, dark woodshed. The air was damp and cold. Wind whistled through the open skylight above.
Looking down, she noticed her attire—a red wedding dress, embroidered with golden phoenixes, a jade bracelet glowing faintly on her wrist. The vibrant emerald made her skin appear almost translucent, white as snow.
This exquisite gown… was absurdly out of place in such a filthy, desolate room.
She raised her dagger. The reflection in the blade revealed a face not her own.
A young woman, seventeen or eighteen, with delicate brows, glossy black hair, and eyes shimmering with watery light. Her lashes curled beautifully, and her lips carried a languid, alluring curve.
A beauty too soft to exist in this cruel world.
But this wasn’t her face.
Her head throbbed painfully. Memories—fragmented, unfamiliar—flooded her mind.
She was Yun Wan… but not this Yun Wan.
In her past life, she had been a professional flyweight boxer—strong, fierce, untouchable—until the accident.
After that… nothing but darkness.
When she awoke, she was here, in this world.
Memories not her own unspooled like a film. The original Yun Wan, daughter of the Wuji Sect’s leader, had been abandoned for lacking talent. Later, discovered by the Hehuan Sect, her body was found to possess a rare Pure Yin Constitution—a once-in-a-millennium gift for cultivating the Hehuan method.
She became the sect’s greatest treasure… and its greatest curse.
Through rigorous cultivation, she became a supreme dual cultivation cauldron, able to elevate anyone within ten meters. Her very presence could grant power, even ascension.
But that gift brought ruin.
One night, greedy sects besieged Hehuan Palace, coveting her physique. The disciples fell, the palace burned, and the girl fled, bloodied and broken.
She was rescued by the righteous Wuji Sect—her birth sect.
Yet, the moment her identity was revealed, scorn followed.
Only one man looked upon her with gentleness—Chu Lin.
Her heart, untouched until then, faltered.
But her confession ended in rejection.
In desperation, she tried again and again, only to be shunned more cruelly each time.
When her father decided to offer her as a concubine to the Cangwu Palace’s master, Sui Yuan, the girl’s despair drove her to the edge.
Then, Chu Lin agreed to marry her.
Overjoyed, she donned the red bridal dress—
But halfway through the journey, she realized the truth.
She wasn’t headed to Jingyue Sect at all.
This wasn’t a marriage—it was a trade.
Her father had sold her.
Now, the memory and the body were hers.
And the name of this tale suddenly echoed in her mind—
“The Road to Heaven.”
She remembered reading it once.
The male lead, Chu Lin, ascended to immortality, while every woman around him met a tragic fate.
Including this one—Yun Wan—the beautiful, naive cauldron destined to be broken and discarded.
Her downfall began on this very road to Cangwu Palace.
Now, with her soul awakened in this body, Yun Wan’s eyes gleamed coldly.
If fate wanted her to be a furnace cauldron—
Then she would burn everything first.
On the way, the cultivator escorting her developed malicious intent, turning the supporting character into a dark figure.
A twist in the story left Yun Wan completely speechless.
Dual cultivation was meant to balance Yin and Yang—transferring each other’s spiritual energy to create a stronger form.
The author, clearly a genius, gave the supporting character—despite being a top-grade cauldron—a “leakage” condition. Any cultivation energy poured into her body would leak out entirely, leaving her partner drained of their essence and dead. Once she discovered this condition, the woman used it to take revenge on every man who had bullied her.
Seeing this, Yun Wan was furious.
“Isn’t this the reincarnation of the Black Widow? She sleeps with one, he dies; she dies, and then sleeps with another! And now... the Black Widow is me?”
Judging by this, it felt like she had just transmigrated to the very moment the original owner was being bullied.
She couldn’t go to Cangwu Palace, nor fall into the hands of the Wuji Sect. There was only one choice—escape. She needed to reach a legitimate sect, learn cultivation, and one day bash those rotten men in the head.
From that moment, Yun Wan swore she would never be a Black Widow again.
Determined, she gathered whatever tools she had. Besides a dagger, there was a storage bag tied at her waist containing a glazed mirror, a spiritual seal, a few sets of clothing, spiritual stones, and random talisman papers of unclear use.
The glazed mirror worked like a modern communication device, while the spiritual seal had been personally crafted for the original owner by the head of Hehuan Palace. Once worn, the seal would merge with her skin, altering her appearance and temporarily suppressing her spiritual energy—keeping her beauty and aura hidden from danger.
Yun Wan changed out of her wedding dress and, recalling the technique, activated the seal. The pale red mark melted into her skin, forming a small mole between her brows. A sharp tingling followed. Within moments, her skin darkened and her figure flattened.
Looking into the mirror, Yun Wan saw her once-stunning face completely transformed. Aside from a faint blush on her forehead, she looked utterly plain—an unremarkable passerby lost in the crowd.
“Perfect,” she said, satisfied.
For the weak, beauty was nothing but trouble. Her new look would save her plenty of headaches.
Once everything was in place, Yun Wan examined her surroundings.
They had stopped at a dilapidated temple, long abandoned and crumbling. To prevent her escape, the guards had set up a weak cyan barrier around the woodshed—one that any Qi Refining cultivator could break easily.
However, the original owner had only practiced Qi Refining for ten years. She barely qualified as a beginner.
Yun Wan rummaged through her bag and found a teleportation talisman. Gripping it tightly, she channeled her meager spiritual energy to activate it—but it didn’t respond. Outside, footsteps approached.
At the last moment, the talisman flared to life, burning at her fingertips. In a flash of light, Yun Wan vanished—reappearing deep within a vast forest, several kilometers away.
The trees here were enormous, their twisted branches interlocking to block out the sky. The ground pulsed faintly, alive with spiritual energy that seeped into her body, filling her with warmth.
But it was too quiet—unnaturally quiet.
She needed to move, fast. Yet her current strength was pitiful. Alone, she might not even make it out of the woods alive. What she needed now was a bodyguard.
If she remembered correctly, the Glazed Mirror in the novel had a special function, something like a “Trading on the Road” system—post a request, pay a fee, and a passing cultivator could accept the mission.
Pulling the mirror from her bag, Yun Wan activated it. Lines of glowing text appeared:
[Three spirit stones for a three-kilometer escort. You can’t afford to lose or be cheated!]
[Reward for finding my beloved pet—generous offer!]
[He’s detained in Qinggui Tower, Wandu City. Can anyone deliver a message to Ziyun Sect? If I don’t redeem myself, I’ll have to sell myself!]
[My senior brother Li Xuanyou from Sword Sect left the mountain three days ago and hasn’t returned. A rich reward to whoever finds him!]
[The guy above is a scammer, don’t trust him.]
“...”
They all seemed a little sketchy.
Yun Wan hesitated, staring at the mirror. None of the offers looked trustworthy, and even though there was an instant-dispatch option, she didn’t dare tap it. What if a bad person showed up?
Then again... she didn’t exactly have anything worth stealing. Her appearance was hidden, her spiritual signature suppressed, and she was practically broke. Staying here might attract worse trouble.
Better to risk it.
Clenching her jaw, Yun Wan clicked “Confirm.”
A soft chime rang. The mirror rippled like water, revealing a line of text.
“Escort?” a voice asked.
“Yes,” Yun Wan replied.
“Price?”
Price? In the cultivation world, spirit stones or talismans were standard, but she had no idea what the going rate was. “We can discuss it when we meet?” she offered cautiously.
“Okay.”
The mirror flashed again, and a route map appeared. Her hired escort was still about a hundred miles away.
“...” Yun Wan stared at it blankly.
Cultivation world… and now ride-hailing apps?
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