Chapter 2: Reincarnation

Wei WuXian received a kick just as he opened his eyes. A voice thundered beside his ear,

“Stop playing dead!”

The kick threw him backward, head first onto the ground. Fighting the urge to vomit, a

thought formed in his head—that’s quite a lot of courage you have to kick me, the Patriarch.

It was his first time hearing a human voice in quite a few years, let alone such a loud, fierce

shriek. His head swirled and ears buzzed with the echoes of the voice, “Whose land do you

think you’re living on? Whose rice are you eating? Whose money are you spending? What’s

wrong with taking a few of your belongings? Everything you own should be mine,

anyways!”

Aside from this adolescent, duck-like voice, there were also the clunks of ransacking chests

and smashing objects. His eyes gradually cleared up.

A dimly-lit ceiling appeared in his sight, followed by a slant-browed person with a sickly

composition, drenching him with spittle, “How dare you tell Father and Mother? Did you

really think that anybody in this house is going to listen to you? You actually thought I was

scared of you!”

A few servant-like hunks shifted over, “Young Master, everything has been smashed!” The

young master asked, “How did you finish it so quickly?”

A manservant replied, “There’s nothing much inside this shack anyways.”

The young master seemed to be quite pleased, poking Wei WuXian forcefully on the nose,

“You dared to tell on me, and look at you now, playing dead on the ground! For whom? As

if anyone actually wants these piles of junk! Now that I’ve smashed everything, let’s see how

you’re gonna tell on me in the future! Are you proud of yourself just because you’ve studied

cultivation for a few years? Well, how does it feel when you’ve been kicked back home like a

stray dog?”

Wei WuXian thought wearily.

I’m not pretending to be dead at all, since I’ve actually been dead for a couple of years. Who

is this?

Where am I?

When did I do something as immoral as stealing another’s body?

The young master let out enough anger by kicking the person and wrecking the house, and

strutted out with his two manservants, slamming the door with a “bang”. He shouted his

orders, “Watch carefully. Don’t let him outside anytime this month, or he’ll make a fool of

himself again!”

As the group went away, silence fell upon the room. Wei WuXian thought about getting up.

Despite his effort, his limbs failed to uphold themselves, so he lay down again. He turned

on his side, staring dizzily at the strange environment and the mess on the ground.

A bronze mirror rested on the side, probably thrown onto the ground. Wei WuXian grabbed

it and looked into the mirror, only to see a ghastly pale face, with two asymmetrical piles of

red on each side of his cheek. Add a blood-red tongue onto the features, and he would look

like a hanged ghost. He tossed the mirror to the side and wiped his face, finding his hand

covered in a white powder.

Fortunately, the body wasn’t born this way—it was only one of the owner’s penchants. He

was no-doubt a man, yet he was covered with makeup (not to mention, badly applied

makeup). How unbearable!

Taken back by the shock, some energy came back to him, and he finally sat up, noticing the

circular array beneath him.

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The array was scarlet in color and crooked in shape, appearing to have been drawn by hand,

using blood as a medium, still damp and emitting a strong scent. The array was filled with

warped scribbled incantations, which were somewhat smudged by his body, but came

across as gruesome nonetheless.

After all, Wei WuXian was known as the Supreme Leader and the Grandmaster of Demonic

Cultivation, so he was most certainly accustomed to vile-looking arrays such as this one.

It turned out that, in fact, he did not seize the body of another—he was offered one.

It was an ancient, forbidden technique. Compared to an array, it resembled a curse more.

The caster of the array would injure themselves by creating incisions on their body, then

draw the array, writing incantations using their own blood and finishing by sitting in the

center of the

array. They could then summon an extremely villainous ghoul and ask for it to complete

their wish. The price to pay was to offer their body to the evil spirit, with their own soul

returning back to Earth.

This was the forbidden technique opposite to stealing another’s body—offering one’s body.

Due to the grave sacrifices, only a few people were brave enough to put it into effect. After

all, there were hardly any wishes strong enough for a living person to willingly sacrifice

everything that they owned. Over thousands of years, only three or four examples had been

proven to be true and recorded by history. Without exception, the people’s wishes were the

same—to take revenge.

Wei WuXian refused to accept this.

Why would he be put into the category of “extremely villainous ghouls”?

Although his reputation wasn’t great and died in a horrifying way, he neither haunted the

living nor sought vengeance. He could swear that one couldn’t find another wandering

ghost as harmless as him.

The difficult part was that, as soon as the evil spirit had taken over the body of the caster,

the contract was sealed by default. The evil spirit must grant their wish, or else the curse

would cause a backlash. The spirit in possession of the body would be completely

annihilated, never to be born again!

Wei WuXian raised his hands to find that, unsurprisingly, both of his wrists were

crisscrossed with multiple cuts. He proceeded to take off his belt. Under the black clothes,

his chest and stomach areas were also covered with what seemed to be lacerations from a

sharp tool. Although the bleeding had stopped, Wei WuXian knew that these weren’t

normal wounds. If he didn’t fulfil the wish of the body’s owner, the wounds would not be

able to heal. It would worsen as time went on, and if the time limit ended, both his soul and

this body would be ripped apart.

Wei WuXian confirmed his situation several times, repeating, “How can this happen to

me?” in his heart even more times, and could finally stand upright, leaning against the wall.

Even though the house was large in size, it was empty and shabby, with sheets and blankets

looking like they hadn’t been changed in a long while. There was a bamboo basket in the

corner. It was supposed to be for storing trash, but, having been kicked over earlier, the

scraps all tumbled out onto the ground. Wei WuXian scanned around the room and picked

up a crumpled

piece of paper. He unfolded it and was surprised to see it crammed with words. He

hurriedly gathered all of the paper.

The words on the papers must have been written by the owner of this body to vent when he

felt stressed. Some sentences were incoherent and disordered, and anxiety leapt off of the

page through the distorted handwriting. Wei WuXian read through every single piece of

paper, and began to notice that something was wrong.

He took a few guesses and roughly understood the state of things.

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It turned out to be that the owner of this body was named Mo XuanYu. His location was

called Mo Village.

Mo XuanYu’s grandfather was from a rich family of the area. His family was few in number,

and, although he tried for a son, he only had two daughters. Their names were not

mentioned, but the elder one was the daughter of his principal wife, looking for a husband

to marry into the family, while the younger one was the daughter of a servant. The Mo

family originally wanted to hastily give her to someone, but an adventure awaited her.

When she was sixteen, the leader of a well-known cultivation family passed by the area, and

fell in love with her at first sight.

Everyone admired cultivators. Cultivation families, in the eyes of common folk, were like

people favored by God, mysterious yet noble. In the beginning, the people of Mo Village

regarded the topic with contempt, but because the Sect Leader often helped out, the Mo

family received plenty of advantages. And so, the direction of the discussions changed, and

the Mo family took pride in the matter, while everyone else also envied the opportunity.

The second-lady of Mo bore one son for the leader—Mo XuanYu.

But, not for long, since the Sect Leader was only involved with her to experiment with

something new, he grew tired of it in a few years. After Mo XuanYu turned four, his father

never came back again.

Gradually, the opinions of the Mo Village’s people changed again. The original contempt

and scorn returned, alongside with disdainful pity.

The second-lady of Mo did not want to accept this. She firmly believed that the sect leader

would not turn a deaf ear to his own son. Sure enough, when Mo XuanYu turned fourteen,

the Sect Leader took him back.

The second-lady stuck her nose up in the air again, and told everyone that her son would

most certainly become an Immortal as fast as he could, bringing glory to his ancestors.

However, before Mo XuanYu achieved success in cultivation and inherited his father’s

position, he was driven back.

On top of that, he was driven back shamefully.

Mo XuanYu was homosexual, and had enough nerve to harass the other disciples. The

scandal was revealed to the public and, as he had few achievements in terms of cultivation,

there were no reasons for him to stay in the sect.

Like adding frost to snow, aside from the event itself, when Mo XuanYu returned, he often

behaved in a crazy manner, almost as if his life was scared out of him.

The story was almost too complex to be put into words. Wei WuXian’s eyebrows twitched.

Not only a lunatic, a homosexual lunatic as well.

That explained why there were enough rouge and powder on his face to make him look like

a hanged ghost, and also why nobody was surprised at the large, bloody array on the

ground. Even if Mo XuanYu painted the whole room red with blood, from the tiles on the

ground to the walls to the ceiling, the others wouldn’t be overly surprised. After all,

everyone knew that his head had a screw loose!

After he went back home dejectedly, he was bombarded with ridicule. The situation seemed

like it was beyond redemption, and the second-lady of Mo, unable to withstand the blow,

shortly choked to death due to the trauma.

At this time, Mo XuanYu’s grandfather had already passed away. The first-lady of Mo was

in charge of the family, but, ever since a young age, she had been unable to stand her

younger sister, including her sister’s son. She had only one child, Mo ZiYuan, who

happened to be the person who ransacked the place earlier. When Mo XuanYu was taken

away by his father, the first-lady was jealous, and wanted to have even the slightest

relationship with a cultivation sect.

She hoped that the cultivator who came would take Mo ZiYuan to cultivate as well.

Of course, she was refused, or rather, ignored.

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This was most certainly not a case of selling cabbage. One simply couldn’t bargain, much

less buy one and get another for free.

Strangely confident, this family all held the thought that Mo ZiYuan had a lot of potential

and talent. They believed that if, back then, he was sent instead, he would have won

recognition from the sect, unlike his disappointing cousin. Although, when Mo XuanYu left,

Mo ZiYuan was still young, he was repeatedly instilled with nonsense such as this, and

believed in them wholeheartedly. Every two or three days, he would find Mo XuanYu and

humiliate him, cursing him for snatching his road to cultivation. At the same time, he found

great interest in the talismans, elixirs, and magical tools, regarding all of them as his

possessions and doing whatever he wanted with them.

Although Mo XuanYu often switched in and out of being a maniac, he did understand that

he was degraded by others. He tolerated it, but Mo ZiYuan further intensified his behavior,

almost emptying Mo XuanYu’s whole room. His patience had finally drained out and he

complained to his aunt and uncle, causing Mo ZiYuan’s commotion from this morning.

The words on the paper were small and compact, hurting Wei WuXian’s eyes. He thought

to himself, “How fucked up is this person’s life?”

No wonder Mo XuanYu would rather use the forbidden technique to sacrifice his body and

ask villainous ghouls to take revenge.

The pain from his eyes transferred to his head. Supposedly, to use the forbidden technique,

the caster would chant their wish silently. As the evil spirit being summoned, Wei WuXian

should have been able to hear his specific requirements.

However, it was likely that Mo XuanYu secretly copied fragmented excerpts of the

technique, resulting in him skipping this step. Wei WuXian guessed that he wanted to take

revenge on the Mo family, but how should he do it? To what extent? To retrieve the items

that were taken from him? Or to beat up everyone of the Mo surname?

Or... to wipe out the entire family?

In all likelihood, it was probably to wipe out the entire family. After all, anyone who

touched upon the cultivation world would know what phrases were used most often to

describe him— ungrateful, eccentric, indifferent to his own relatives, intolerable by the rule

of Heaven, and other spectacular terms. Was there anyone else more “villainous” than him?

If Mo XuanYu had dared to summon him specifically, the wish was most likely not an easily

fulfilled one.

Wei WuXian couldn’t help but sigh, “You’ve got the wrong person...”

Translator’s Notes

Array: A magical formation drawn on the ground to cast spells and such.

Sect leader: The leader of an organization dedicated towards the practice of cultivation.

Immortal: Humans who gained immortality from cultivational practices.

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