I have a high-risk profession in the cultivation world.

Foreword: [This is a slow-burn story. The author is clumsy and doesn't know how to write a good beginning, so please don't give up too early!] [Dual male leads] [Dual male leads] [Dual male leads] (づ′▽`)づ (I can't fit any more words here, I'm so talkative):

1. Please read seven or eight chapters before deciding, don't just read the first two chapters [Important point?], give me a chance; 2. Love you all, I won't abandon the story, and I won't leave it unfinished, don't worry~ I hope my book won't disappoint you!

If you feel there's anything wrong with the plot, character design, or even the wording, please feel free to leave a comment. I'll definitely see it and try my best to correct any shortcomings.

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In the empty, dark room.

A man was suspended in mid-air, the only sound in the silence being the dripping sound of something hitting the ground. It was blood sliding down from his wounds. The room was dark, and the man remained motionless, making it impossible to tell if he was still alive.

Chu Chenmu struggled to regain consciousness, but wasn't fully awake yet. Why did he feel like he wasn't sleeping in a bed...?

Chu Chenmu shifted his body.

It hurts.

"What's going on..." The belated, sharp pain in his body, dulled by the impending death, jolted Chu Chenmu awake.

He was hung up.

"What deep-seated grudge could they possibly have against an innocent college student like me?"

He struggled to lift his eyelids, but could only vaguely see a wet, slippery ground.

His gaze fell on himself again.

Chu Chenmu frowned, then noticed a pain in his forehead. He reluctantly relaxed his brow and looked at his body, if it could still be called a body.

It really is covered in wounds.

The simple white undergarment was tattered and completely soaked in red, covered in bloodstains, barely concealing the body full of wounds.

Chu Chenmu finally realized that this way of playing didn't seem like the mental state of a modern person; he might have transmigrated.

"Does it have a system? Or a cheat system? Are you there? What dynasty is this, or is it from a novel I've read? Give me some information!"

Having read countless novels, he easily summoned the system in his mind.

He called out several times, but no one paid any attention to him.

Before he could think any further, the cell door opened, and a blinding white light flashed, causing him to immediately close his eyes. He still had time to silently speak in his mind.

"Protecting eyesight is urgent."

"Master, you even closed your eyes when you saw me today? How come... the former Venerable Xuanxiao is finally afraid of me?"

The voice was deep and slow, carrying the nonchalant air of someone accustomed to a high position. Before Chu Chenmu could even mentally remark that the person had a pleasant voice but was unfortunately mentally unstable, he was suddenly pressed against the wound on his chest.

His body trembled slightly from the intense pain, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He barely opened his eyes and saw a man in red standing upright in front of him, with ink-black hair hanging straight down his back, long, slender eyes that held a sharp edge, thin, slightly pursed lips, and a tall, slender but not burly physique with well-defined joints and fair, slender skin... It was a pity that the hand on his wound was...

Venerable Xuanxiao?

Who was it? He didn't recognize the name.

Chu Chenmu felt his brain working at lightning speed, but he had no idea who Venerable Xuanxiao was.

He really wanted to ask the other person, "Could you please introduce yourself?"

Of course, Chu Chenmu dared not say it aloud.

But he was lucky; the man in black spoke again, giving a satisfactory self-introduction:

"Chu Chenmu, I never resented your constant criticism of me. When I was young, I even thought it was my fault for beating and scolding me. But in the end, you killed me. I only realized it before I died. You didn't have any hidden reasons. You just deserved to die."

"Just because of my dual spiritual and demonic meridians?"

The man in black grabbed Chu Chenmu's chin, forcing him to look him in the eye.

"Does it hurt? This is all the stuff you've done to me, my dear Master."

"If I, Luo Suichen, had not been reborn to avoid your countless schemes, our identities would have been switched by now!"

Chu Chenmu was even more confused. What was he talking about?

Now, what should I say?

He tentatively began, "Luo Suichen, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted, "You dare to call me by my name? Heh, today is your death day, enjoy it."

"Very well, there's nothing more to say."

Luo Suichen flicked his fingertip, injecting a stream of demonic energy into Chu Chenmu's body, and then turned and left.

Chu Chenmu felt a sharp pain in his body, and his consciousness once again fell into chaos.

Before his consciousness completely vanished, Chu Chenmu thought to himself,

"It turned out to be just a time-travel experience card, that scared him to death."

He seemed to hear intermittent sounds in the dim light.

【O soul... return...】

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I opened my eyes to find myself in an antique-style decor.

He sat cross-legged, dressed in a light brown robe, his hair casually draped over his shoulders, looking every bit like a hermit master who had just finished his cultivation.

The reclusive master, however, did not display the demeanor befitting his status. Instead, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief and pinched himself.

Before he could take a closer look, a sharp pain shot through his head, and a flood of memories rushed back.

After a long while, he opened his eyes, thinking about the memories he had pieced together.

This is the Canglan Continent, which is divided into eight provinces and thirty-three regions: Qian, Kan, Gen, Zhen, Xun, Li, Kun, and Dui. Among them, Xun Province is occupied by the Demonic Sect. The thirty-three regions include twenty-eight cities and five treasure lands, which are respectively occupied by the four major sects and the Demonic Sect.

The Wuji Sect, where Chu Chenmu belongs, is the undisputed number one sect on the continent, with its disciples primarily being sword cultivators.

In addition to these, there is the Brahma Sound Pavilion, whose members are all Buddhist cultivators; the Myriad Medicines Sect, whose alchemy and pill-making techniques are unmatched in the world; and the Echo Valley, whose cultivation methods are more suitable for women, resulting in a strong female-dominated society, primarily focused on sound cultivation. These four sects are collectively known as the Four Great Sects, in addition to many other smaller sects.

Chu Chenmu, the original owner of this body, was one of the elders of the Wuji Sect, Elder Pojun. After taking charge of a peak, he named it Lingtian Peak, and the world also called him Venerable Xuanxiao. Everyone knew that Venerable Xuanxiao's Lingtian Sword was unmatched among the younger generation, and his appearance was also handsome with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, coupled with his otherworldly temperament, making him unparalleled in the world.

After sorting through all this, Chu Chenmu was speechless.

He chose to slowly close his eyes and die peacefully.

"Isn't this still the same Venerable Xuanxiao? How did I end up back in his younger days? I've traveled from the end of his story back to the present. Is this time travel or rebirth?"

No one knows the significance of his thinking about this question.

Chu Chenmu knew that such questions were meaningless, but he needed to think about lighthearted things to ease his emotions when he was extremely tense or upset.

After a while, he continued to organize the original owner's worldview in his mind. But he found that the name Luo Suichen was not mentioned at all.

Just then, a mechanical, monotonous voice echoed in my mind:

[Host's will detected, binding in progress... Binding successful. System Xiaoyuan is at your service.]

"Do I really have a system? What's going on with me?" Chu Chenmu asked in his mind.

[Hello, host. I am Xiaoyuan. You have transmigrated into a novel called "No Way to Ask Heaven, So I Be Heaven." The following is a transmission of the plot.] Xiaoyuan's voice was childish, perhaps because it hadn't spoken in a long time, or perhaps because it was a system, its voice was still somewhat awkward and hesitant.

【novel?】

[Yes, host. As long as you successfully complete the mission according to the original plot of the novel and achieve Chu Chenmu's final ending, you can return to the real world.] Xiaoyuan has a strong ability to adapt, and now it is a smooth and fluent boy's voice.

Let's transfer the story first.

[Received. Story transmission in progress...]