Thread-Crafter

Bai Yuji was so infuriated by Qin Muye that her vision blurred; she hadn't expected him to still have the heart to insult her at a time like this.

This man seemed exceptionally skilled at finding the limits of others' patience, only to provoke them relentlessly from right above that threshold.

She steadied herself and retorted, "What a pity! You are obese and frail, your eyes dull and lifeless. I fear no woman in this world could ever feel desire for you. In an ordinary household, you would likely never even manage to lose your virginity. Of course, you don't have the capability to do so, either."

Qin Muye: "???"

Why was she attacking him personally again?

The original owner was truly something else—sacrificing his health to donate marrow and save his father, causing his body to collapse entirely. Even daily exercise to lose weight was a struggle, which was exactly why he radiated such a lack of sexual appeal.

If he could slim down, he would probably be quite handsome; he wasn't as wretched as Bai Yuji described, given that his biological parents were both attractive. Yet, as things stood, he was in such a pathetic state that he couldn't even refute her.

Smiles do not appear out of thin air, nor do they vanish into nothingness; they merely shift from one person's face to another.

As Qin Muye's expression fell, a smile bloomed on Bai Yuji's face.

It made his head ache just looking at her, and he thought to himself that once he returned to the Capital City, he must find a way to detoxify as soon as possible.

Although this poison was certainly no ordinary substance, his status was unique; the Emperor surely wouldn't want him dead. In a vast empire like Great Gan, he refused to believe there was no way to cure it.

Once the poison was neutralized, he would tie this woman up, discipline her strictly, and make her suffer.

He calculated silently in his heart.

Just then, he saw Bai Yuji take out another pill from her bosom and swallow it.

Finding the pill familiar, he couldn't help but ask, "Why does that pill of yours look so similar to the one I just took?"

Bai Yuji looked at him deeply, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "This is the Luanfeng Gu of our Nanzhao. The Luan worm and the Feng worm are raised together from birth; if one dies, the other will instantly perish, no matter how far apart they are.

Once refined into a pill and ingested, it merges with the heart-blood. If the heart-blood stops, it releases a hundred types of deadly toxins within the body. Your life and mine are now bound together; don't even think about breaking the bond, and don't doubt my willingness to commit suicide at any moment. You should understand what I mean."

Qin Muye: "..."

What is this, quantum entanglement?

Does this mean they were now bound in life and death?

He understood Bai Yuji's intent perfectly well. By binding their lives, she prevented him from harboring any thoughts against her, and even forced him to protect her should she encounter danger.

How cunning!

But if that were the case, her own actions would also be heavily restricted; the cost of killing him would become far too high.

Besides, as long as he wasn't afraid of death, she would be the one suffering a massive loss.

Did she really think that just because his life was threatened, he would let her boss him around?

Heh...

She really had him pegged!

It could only be said that in this little vixen's heart, the priority of killing Qin Kaijiang was far too high.

Qin Muye found such a person both terrifying and pathetic, as if her only reason for existing was revenge, and everything in the world was merely a tool for that vengeance—including the child in her womb.

Yet, she still retained some sense of right and wrong, knowing that certain things were simply unjust.

Knowing it was wrong, yet doing it anyway.

Regardless, for him, taking the Luanfeng Gu was still better than being poisoned with a one-sided lethal toxin.

At that moment, Qin Muye noticed the light screen above her head flicker.

Upon closer inspection, the information displayed had changed.

[Main Fate: Thread-Puppet]: A body turned into a puppet, grievances acting as strings, controlled by others for a lifetime.

[Fate Grade]: Fifth Grade (99/320)

[Annotation]: Through a twist of fate, she realized she had been framed, yet remained driven by hatred. Believing she was bound in life and death with the son of the Marquis of Southern Suppression, she ultimately found herself in a predicament, infuriating the imperial court and dying with regrets in a foreign land.

[Notification]: Fate fluctuation reached 557, obtained Fate Skill Thread-Crafter and 55.7 Free Attribute Points.

[Thread-Crafter]: Manipulating puppets with threads; the pinnacle of puppetry arts. Can refine one's own skill by absorbing other puppetry techniques.

Qin Muye: "..."

Damn it, he knew it wouldn't be that simple.

He still had to continue "conquering" her.

The Thread-Crafter skill was decent, but what were these Free Attribute Points for?

Just as he was wondering, another table appeared in his mind.

[Name]: Qin Muye

[Physique]: Eighth Grade (-100/40)

[Soul]: Ninth Grade (7/20)

[Fate Skill]: Thread-Crafter

[Available Attribute Points]: 55.7

Qin Muye: "..."

If memory serves, before the marrow offering, his cultivation was at the eighth rank of Martial Dao and the ninth rank of Daoist Arts.

After the marrow offering, his essence was depleted and his qi failed to generate; with qi deficiency came insufficient spirit, causing both his physique and soul to stagnate.

At first, he had been relieved that his realm hadn't fallen, but looking at it today, good heavens, he was actually in debt by one hundred points.

Does this mean that as long as he adds points to his physique to fill the deficit, he can become a real man again?

Qin Muye felt a bit tempted.

"What are you smiling about again?"

"Huh?"

Qin Muye snapped back to reality and saw Bai Yuji frowning as she scrutinized him.

Her gaze made his heart skip a beat, and he instantly dismissed the thought of restoring his virility; otherwise, if this little vixen found out, he would likely be unable to escape the fate of being violated and then killed.

Until he found a way to break the deadlock, he had to keep his composure.

He smiled and explained, "We're returning to the capital soon, how could I not be happy? When do we set off?"

Bai Yuji's gaze turned cold as she shook her head. "We don't need to set off."

"Then we... wait here?"

"Wait!"

Bai Yuji's expression was indifferent as she commanded, "Remember! From now on, I am a physician living in seclusion, and I happened to encounter the murderer holding you captive while I was gathering herbs, after which I rescued you."

"And then?"

"That's it!"

"Isn't that a bit too perfunctory?"

"The more you fabricate, the more mistakes you make."

Bai Yuji looked at Qin Muye. "You and I have no personal vendetta, and besides, we are now grasshoppers on the same string; we should consider each other more. I hope you can be clear-headed and not disregard our safety."

Qin Muye nodded with a smile. "Of course! I will fully cooperate with whatever you ask me to do!"

Bai Yuji seemed lost in thought. "There is one thing you need to cooperate with me on right now!"

Qin Muye was just about to ask what it was.

He watched as she stepped over his body and lay down beside him.

With her head slightly raised, she commanded, "Hold me!"

Qin Muye: "..."

After hesitating for a moment, he placed his hand on Bai Yuji's waist; the graceful curve made his mind wander.

His hand subconsciously drifted, only to be pinched hard by Bai Yuji.

He could only behave himself, sighing inwardly; such a stunner, it was truly a pity.

To be honest, he didn't hate Bai Yuji.

After all, from her perspective, nothing she did was wrong.

Moreover, she had harmed the original owner; if not for the twist of fate that created the conditions for his transmigration, his consciousness would likely have dissipated in the ICU.

However, the current Marquis of Southern Suppression's heir was him, and if he ever had the chance to finish her off...

Qin Muye certainly wouldn't go soft.

But this little vixen's body was so soft.

"Miss Bai, what is this all about?"

"A village doctor having designs on a Marquis's heir is more convincing. Once we return to the capital, I will spread the word that you intend to marry me, but you must not confirm it to the public."

"Fine!"

Qin Muye knew this was to make it easier for her to control him, but he couldn't refuse.

If he provoked her and she decided they should live and die together, he really wouldn't be able to handle that.

The beauty in his arms was curvaceous, making his thoughts run wild, even giving him the urge to immediately add points to his physique and have his way with her.

He wondered what this little vixen ate; all the right places were exceptionally well-developed.

Who wouldn't like a supreme numerical freak?

If a virtuous wife could be forged under the rod, who would refuse such a wife?

"Miss Bai, you are truly beautiful!"

"If you don't have a topic, don't force one."

"You are of the Nanzhao royal family, so why do you have the appearance of a Central Plains woman?"

"Makeup!"

"How old are you now? I am eighteen; should I call you older sister or younger sister in the future?"

"Quiet! Or I'll release the gu insects to bite your grain."

"..."

Grain of the Valley is the term used in the Classic of the Plain Maiden to refer to the little egg.

Qin Muye shuddered instinctively and became completely well-behaved.

However, holding such a stunning beauty in his arms made him feel rather restless.

I do not know how much time had passed.

Bai Yuji suddenly said, "The imperial court's people have arrived; you can act a bit more intimate... mm?"

She opened her eyes wide in shock.

He is kissing me?