Chapter 1 — Breaking the Script: The Great Master Conquers the Heavens

I was forced by the system to enter the world of cultivating immortals. It said, as long as I succeed in attacking any male master, he will let me return home. Therefore, I gave my love to the cold and emotionless master. Giving the immortal bones to the senior brother who was unable to practice. Finally, even the inner pill was taken out and given to the little junior brother. Over the past five hundred years, I have devoted all my heart and soul, giving all the best to each male master, paying everything for them. But all those sacrifices... are not equal to one drop of Luu Van Dinh's tears. Finally, the system judged me to have failed: 【Host, if you die at the hands of any male host, I will return you to your original world.】 After hearing the system's words, my eyes that were once quiet and waiting for death suddenly opened. Holding the long sword tightly in my hand, I immediately went to one of the male hosts. The moment the system thought I would give him my sword, let him end my life... — I struck first! The long sword was swung, one blow went straight through the master's chest. 1 "Tham Nhan Tuyet, this amount of blood is not enough, Luu Van Dinh is about to ascend, we must store more blood for her!" Having finished speaking, the senior brother did not bother to care about my injured arm, took the dagger and cruelly cut a deep line into my wrist. I squinted my eyes slightly, trying to clearly see the face of the person who said he would love me for the rest of my life. His voice trembled and he opened his mouth with difficulty: "Tong So Khau..." But he did not soften at all. On the contrary, my eyebrows furrowed, my hand movements became faster and stronger, my blood flowed like a stream. At that moment, a cold electronic sound suddenly rang out in his head: 【Host, the target's attack value has finally fallen to the negative point. The strategic mission was completely failed.】 【After three days, it will be erased.】 I closed my eyes, two hot tears silently falling down my pale cheeks. Five hundred years ago, I was still sleeping peacefully at home, but was forced by the system to take me to the world of cultivating immortals. It forced me to attack the four male masters, saying that if they succeeded, they would take me home. All these years, we have been forced by the system to strive to live, to love, to complete all tasks. But... even though I gave it all, they still never loved me. So much resentment is stuck in my throat, mixed with shame and sadness... making my eyes sting and my breath tremble. I tried to support my exhausted body, just wanted to ask him one question... just one question: "Tong So Khau, did you... ever love me, even just a little?" But his body was too weak, his throat was choked, and before he could even open his mouth, his whole body collapsed onto the bed, heavily fainting. When I woke up again, the sky was completely dark. The system's voice rang in his head, his voice seemed to pour venom into his heart, both enchanting and cold: 【Host, because you have performed excellently, I specifically ask for the right to give you a chance. As long as you die at the hands of any male master, I can return you to the original world... so you can see your parents one last time.】 My eyes were empty, quiet for a long time before I spoke with difficulty: "You mean... even if I go back, it won't be the same as before... Can't continue to study at university, can't be with my parents to show filial piety... right?" The electronic sound is cold, yet it seems to contain a sarcastic smile: 【Of course, host. Your mission failed, I had to ask for special permission to allow your soul to return for a few minutes. You better be reasonable.】 After hearing that sentence... the last ray of hope in my heart completely disappeared. Over the past five hundred years, I have devoted everything - emotions, body, immortal bones, internal pills - to attack them. Yet, in the end... it still only left a tragic outcome. A cold wind blew in from the crack in the door, swept across my face, as if tearing it to the bone... In the darkness, I quietly clenched my hand, my heart numb. I closed my eyes, without saying a word, quietly waiting for death to descend. In my head, the cold system voice rang out, each word was like a knife stabbing straight into my heart: 【Host, please die at the hands of any male host...】 【Host, please die at the hands of any male host...】 The sound repeated over and over, endlessly entangled. Too much blood has been drained, the body is exhausted, the system's urging sound is like a hammer hitting my temple, making my head feel like it's about to explode.{Read full on page Nguyet Hoa Cac} So... in the end, it's still impossible to escape death? Even though we fought desperately and gave everything... do we still have no way to live? I opened my blurred eyes, a cold light flashed through the bottom of my eyes. If that's the case... what else are we afraid of? As soon as that thought flashed, a cold fire in his chest seemed to flare up. Raising my trembling fingers, I summoned my magic weapon - Minh Nguyet Sword. The silver sword's body is long, cold light spreads out into the night. I tightened my grip on the sword hilt, walked quickly towards the door of my master's palace, my hand pushed hard... "Boom!" The door was pushed open. At that moment, the system's voice immediately rang out, mixed with unprecedented panic and urgency: 【Host, give the sword to the master, I will immediately take you back to see your parents...】 But before he could finish speaking, the system suddenly screamed shrilly: 【Ah————！】 【Host, you are crazy! What are you planning to do?!】 Before the system's spell had finished, I swung my sword and slashed hard at the master's bed. 2 The moment the blade touched the mattress, I knew... the bed was empty. I used the tip of my sword to gently shake off the blankets and pillows, the bedsheets were messy, leaving behind undissolved warmth. Inside the interior, suddenly there was a "rushing" sound of running water. The corner of my lips curled up, showing a cold smile: "It's true that you male leaders... each of you looks up and down in front of the world..." In my head, the words that had been poured into my ears the day before - the voice was calm, gentle, as if carrying infinite love: "You and Luu Van Dinh are both my disciples, raised by me alone... I will absolutely not favor anyone." Yes, he's not biased... He's just constantly under his wing with his little disciple, madly entangled, forgetting all the rules of heaven and earth! Not paying attention to the system screaming in my head, I held Minh Nguyet Sword tightly and walked straight towards the interior. The water mist swirls, the heat covers, the space seems to be engulfed in a layer of hazy smoke. The moment I lifted the veil… Boom! Light suddenly flooded in, revealing the scene inside. The two bodies were tightly wrapped around each other, lips close to lips, skin close to each other. The sudden noise startled them, and their lips quickly separated. Six eyes met in the air and exploded every spark choked. At that moment, three faces - three different expressions: • Me: cold, dumbfounded, the bottom of my eyes as deep as a dark abyss. • He: shocked, surprised, a flash of guilt flashed and then disappeared. • She: trembling, panicked, breathing chaotically, lips still stained with drops of water. Master saw my face clearly and shouted angrily: "Tham Nhan Tuyet! Get out of here!" Little sister Luu Van Dinh quickly crawled into the water, revealing only a pair of sparkling eyes filled with tears, her voice trembling weakly: "Da... big sister... why are you here?" Seeing her being scared by me, the master became even angrier. The water scoop in his hand was thrown hard at me. “Poof!” The sharp pain tore through the skin. Blood poured down from my forehead, along my cheeks, making me look like a devil emerging from hell. His voice fell into my ears, each word was like a sharp knife cutting into my heart: "Tham Nhan Tuyet! Save your life... not for you to come here and peek at me bathing!" I slightly curled my lips and let out a cold laugh, my eyes were like broken ice, cold to the bone. With my fingers trembling slightly, I pointed straight at Luu Van Dinh, my voice full of sarcasm: "Master, I came to peek at you bathing... So what about Luu Van Dinh? Is she so filial that she came here... to wash your back?" My words were filled with sarcasm, like a blade cutting through every inch of air. The master's face immediately sank, his breath cold as ice. "You're talking nonsense! Don't tarnish your little sister's reputation!" He clenched his fist, his eyes flashing coldly. After a moment of hesitation, he finally lowered his voice: "Me... you and I... are just cultivating together to improve our cultivation level..." I nodded, smiled faintly, my voice choked in my throat: "Yes... little junior sister will always be pure and clear." "Bang Thanh Ngoc is so pure... the two of you finished doing things in bed, then immersed yourself in this love affair... And yet she still has a perfect body?" Boom —— As soon as the words fell, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped to the bone. The mist around his body quickly condensed into layers of cold ice.