Drink This Bowl of Side Effects Dry

After transmigrating, he had no idea whether his looks had gone down or up.

Song Ankang did not know why he had suddenly fixated on such a strange question. After narrowly escaping death, shouldn't he first figure out his current situation?

Yet, despite feeling much better, he still could not help rushing to the mirror first and looking at the eighteen-year-old youth within—so handsome that even he could barely recognize himself.

Though the person in the mirror was indeed good-looking, if Song Ankang from Earth turned on his phone's beauty filter—more precisely, cranked the beautifying, face-slimming, filters, and everything else to the maximum—he would probably come close. After all, his facial contours on Earth had not been bad.

No wonder Qiushi had kept staring at him just now without even blinking. So the owner of this body had looks this outrageous.

If he were to compare him to celebrities on Earth, who should he pick?

Forget it. It seemed no male celebrity on Earth could stand shoulder to shoulder with the original owner in terms of looks!

Perhaps only the esteemed readers could compare with him.

With this face alone, he could sweep through Earth's entertainment industry and become the prized guest of countless rich women.

Not to mention that the original owner seemed to be the Capital's Foremost Filial Son. No wonder he had caught the eye of the Imperial Merchant Tang Family and become their son-in-law.

More memories surfaced in Song Ankang's mind, and he came to understand his current situation in broad strokes.

The world after transmigration was the Xuanhuang Continent, where countless races vied for supremacy. Humanity was merely one insignificant small race among the Lower Three Ranks, with the danger of extermination hanging over them at any moment.

To survive, all humans had banded together to establish the Xia Kingdom. Its imperial capital was An City, and Song Ankang was currently at a manor near An City.

Thanks to his extraordinary looks, coupled with his reputation as the Capital's Foremost Filial Son, the original owner had been taken a liking to by Tang Yelan, the eldest daughter of the Imperial Merchant Tang Family. He had become Tang Yelan's husband and been married into her household as a son-in-law.

As he recalled this, a lively, captivating, delicate figure inexplicably surfaced in Song Ankang's mind. That figure belonged to Tang Yelan's youngest sister, Tang Liuli—Song Ankang's Sister-in-law.

"Pah..."

Song Ankang could not help spitting at the original owner. Who would have thought that a man with such a sterling reputation and looks this handsome would harbor such filthy thoughts? He had deserved to be beaten to death by the Brocade-Feathered Great Goose, letting Song Ankang pick up such a bargain.

If it were him, he preferred the refined and lovely Second Sister-in-law, Tang Mingyue...

Still, his cheap wife, Tang Yelan, was truly beautiful as well—dignified and elegant, poised and gentle, with looks off the charts.

Otherwise, the Heir of the Prince would not have taken a liking to her and nearly forced himself on her. In the end, she had only escaped that trouble by getting together with the original owner.

Come to think of it, Tang Yelan had been somewhat forced into marrying him as well. If not for a string of coincidences, the original owner would never have received such fortune.

Unfortunately, due to all kinds of concerns, although they had been married for over half a month, they had still not consummated their marriage. The original owner had even been banished to Chaoyun Manor outside the capital.

Only after recalling this did Song Ankang realize that the original owner shared his exact name. Could the original owner have been himself from a parallel world?

The original owner had been upright and kind, though somewhat chauvinistic. Becoming a son-in-law had already been against his will, yet after marriage he could not even consummate it and was sent off to Chaoyun Manor.

Though he had wanted to strive upward, train diligently to increase his strength, reclaim his lost dignity, and gain the ability to protect his benefactor and wife, Tang Yelan, his body would not allow it, nor would his Talent and Aptitude.

Helpless, the original owner had gone down a blind alley and secretly learned the Seven Injuries Demonic Scripture. He had become addicted to it and injured his body. Then, in his weakened state, the Brocade-Feathered Great Goose had struck him viciously, killing him and allowing Song Ankang to transmigrate and seize his body.

This gave Song Ankang a deeper understanding of the Xuanhuang Continent. So this world had Demonic Creatures and Ghosts, cultivators and immortals. Did that mean he could become a cultivator too?

The contents of the Seven Injuries Demonic Scripture surfaced in his mind. This was a Seventh-Rank High-Grade divine art—or rather, a demonic art—infamous among countless demonic arts.

After cultivating it, one's strength increased at a terrifying pace, but it was easy to become addicted and ultimately die after exhausting one's essence, blood, and lifespan.

The Qi and Blood Power cultivated through the Seven Injuries Demonic Scripture was formidable and terrifying, but extremely unstable. The slightest carelessness could lead to one's body exploding to death.

Unless they had no other choice, practically no martial artist was willing to cultivate the Seven Injuries Demonic Scripture. The original owner had truly had no alternative, which was why he had secretly cultivated it. Yet he had died after practicing for only one day.

But Song Ankang was not the original owner. He was an ordinary young man who had transmigrated from Earth. Of course, that was not important. What mattered was that during the transmigration process, he had accidentally fused with a strange artifact.

The Heavenly Book of Fate Defiance!

This strange artifact could turn the side effects of any Martial Arts technique or any object into beneficial effects. As for the original beneficial effects, they remained beneficial effects. In other words, whatever benefited him would remain, while whatever harmed him would become beneficial and remain as well.

That was a little incredible!

But whether this effect was real or false still required Song Ankang to test it carefully.

After going over the contents of the Seven Injuries Demonic Scripture once more, Song Ankang headed to the nearby Training Room and began cultivating it.

The Seven Injuries Demonic Scripture was divided into cultivation methods and combat methods. The cultivation methods were naturally for training, while the combat methods were for killing and battle.

The cultivation methods consisted of seven moves: Skin Tempering Fist, Muscle Tempering Fist, Sinew Tempering Fist, Bone Tempering Fist, Organ Tempering Fist, Viscera Tempering Fist, and Marrow Tempering Fist, corresponding to the seven minor realms of cultivators.

In the Profound Desolate Great World, cultivators at the beginning were mainly divided into three major realms: the Outer Forging Fourth Layer, the Inner Refinement Fourth Layer, and the Earth Gate Realm.

The Outer Forging Fourth Layer referred to skin tempering, muscle tempering, sinew tempering, and bone tempering; the Inner Refinement Fourth Layer referred to organ tempering, viscera tempering, marrow tempering, and blood replacement. The Earth Gate Realm was the realm after blood replacement.

Once one entered the Outer Forging Fourth Layer, one was qualified to be called a Third-rate Warrior. Those who entered the Inner Refinement Fourth Layer were qualified to be called Second-rate Warriors, while those who advanced to the Earth Gate Realm were First-rate Warriors.

Although the original owner had cultivated the Seven Injuries Demonic Scripture for only one day, he had already advanced to the first layer of Outer Forging, the Skin Tempering Stage. Moreover, the original owner's Talent and Aptitude had been extremely poor. This showed just how much faster demonic arts cultivated than orthodox techniques.

After carefully reviewing the cultivation methods of the Seven Injuries Demonic Scripture, Song Ankang slowly raised his hands and began practicing the Skin Tempering Fist, tempering the skin and membranes all over his body bit by bit.

As he moved, the tiny amount of Seven Injuries Qi and Blood within him began to circulate. The Medicinal Cuisine he had just eaten was also digested at an astonishing rate, transforming into part of his Seven Injuries Qi and Blood.

An indescribable pleasure slowly rose from the depths of his heart, eroding Song Ankang's spiritual will and trying to make him lose himself in it, ultimately fall into demonic corruption, and die.

"You are cultivating the Seven Injuries Demonic Scripture. You are being affected by the side effects of the Seven Injuries Demonic Scripture. Your spiritual will is about to be damaged... The Heavenly Book of Fate Defiance takes effect. Your spiritual will increases, and you become more clear-headed!"

"You are cultivating the Seven Injuries Demonic Scripture. You are being affected by the side effects of the Seven Injuries Demonic Scripture. Your foundation is about to be damaged, your qi and blood are about to become weak and unstable, and hidden dangers are about to arise in your skin and membranes... The Heavenly Book of Fate Defiance takes effect. Your foundation becomes increasingly stable, your qi and blood become increasingly vigorous and pure, and your skin and membranes become increasingly perfect!"

A new book is up! This newbie desperately needs everyone's firepower support. At least add it to your collection, please! Rolling all over the floor in thanks—one roll, two rolls, three rolls...