Transmigrated into Yun Shan: The Three-Year Agreement Right Before My Eyes

Yun Congxin opened his eyes and stared at the exquisitely appointed, elegant cave before him in silence for a long while.

A torrent of memories swept over him like floodwaters surging through an opened dam. Yun Congxin's mere dozen-odd years of life were a lone skiff beneath raging waves beside these centuries of memories. Had his sense of self not been so firm, his identity as Yun Congxin would likely have drowned in those vast, tumultuous centuries long ago.

"The Misty Cloud Sect? Yun Shan? Breaking through to Dou Zong?"

Neither the years ablaze with passion nor those spent clinging desperately to life had ultimately overwhelmed Yun Congxin's true self. He had not been assimilated by those centuries of vividly experienced memories into Misty Cloud Sect's Former Sect Master Yun Shan, who had stopped at nothing to achieve his ends.

But he had still experienced Yun Shan's entire life: the sky-high ambitions of his youth, his oath to surpass every previous sect master and lead the Misty Cloud Sect to unprecedented glory!

Hmm... make the Misty Cloud Sect great again?

In his old age, his spirit remained willing, but his strength had failed him. He had wanted to take in a gifted disciple and leave a seed for the Misty Cloud Sect's future, only to discover that this disciple of his was... well, to put it kindly, a lotus unstained by the mud. To put it bluntly, a blockhead.

Then there was his own situation. With his allotted years nearly spent, he counted his remaining days on his fingers. The fear of death hung over Yun Shan's head at every moment, a shadow he could never shake.

In the end, Yun Shan had yielded. He claimed that after his death, the Misty Cloud Sect would have no worthy successor, that he had gone to such painstaking lengths to establish a connection with the Hall of Souls for the sect's sake.

But Yun Congxin knew that he had ultimately cozied up to the notorious Hall of Souls because he feared death.

In his youth, when his passion burned bright and he had scorned death, Yun Shan truly had possessed the courage to stake his life on the sect's behalf. Yet that courage had dissolved into bubbles in the slowly warming water of counting down his remaining days, leaving only an old sect master willing to do anything to stay alive.

The spirited hope of the Misty Cloud Sect, the young and promising junior sect master Yun Shan, the melancholy Dou Emperor of Misty Cloud Mountain, and finally, the decrepit, groveling lapdog of the Hall of Souls.

Yun Congxin walked up to a bronze mirror. He seemed to see all those versions of Yun Shan fade away one by one within it, until only an unfamiliar but handsome man in white remained. He let out a long breath.

Yun Shan was already dead. He was still Yun Congxin.

"So I've... transmigrated?"

Yun Congxin wiped his face and collected himself. He reached out and grasped, and space rippled around his palm like a still pond into which someone had tossed a pebble.

He could command the Power of Space. He was a terrifyingly powerful Dou Zong.

"Well, isn't this a ready-made windfall? Old Yun was almost out of time. He schemed his heart out and even threw in his lot with the Hall of Souls just to reach Dou Zong, and now it's all mine!"

As he worked to crack jokes in his head, Yun Congxin's mood gradually improved.

He had never liked Yun Shan when reading the book. The Misty Cloud Sect's characters all seemed to inherit the same stupidity and stubbornness. They were clearly just a minor sect in a postage-stamp-sized backwater, yet they looked down on everyone even more than those fellows in the Central Plains did.

The theft of the Ancient Jade and Xiao Zhan's disappearance could be blamed on the Hall of Souls. The nighttime raid on the Xiao Clan could be called Yun Leng acting on his own. But when it came to trying to wipe out the Xiao Clan to the last person, Yun Shan was unquestionably the chief culprit!

Yun Congxin remembered that by the time Xiao Yan rushed back in the book, the Mittel Family and the Xiao Clan combined barely amounted to one family's worth of people. That was a blood feud as deep as the sea.

And that was only because this was the civilized edition of Huohuo: he punished only the chief offenders, and once the Misty Cloud Sect disbanded, the matter ended there. Had it been Brother Dong from next door, the beastly edition, he would have shaken every egg until its yolk broke and split even the earthworms lengthwise.

Misty Cloud Mountain? From then on, there would only have been Misty Cloud Grand Canyon!

Fortunately, he had found no mention of Xiao Yan in Yun Shan's memories. Presumably, the Misty Cloud Sect had yet to pull any of those eye-darkening stunts or cause those disgraceful, humiliating messes.

It wasn't too late. There was still time.

"So this must be Dou Qi?"

Yun Congxin stretched his body. He felt the vast energy within him and heard every bone crackle like a string of exploding firecrackers.

Abundant Dou Qi could become wings, could form armor, and could also...

Yun Congxin tried circulating the Dou Qi within his body. He rolled his wrist, snapped his fingers, and pointed forward. Wind-Attribute Dou Qi whistled out and transformed into a lifelike azure steed before him.

It could also turn Dou Qi into a horse.

Yun Congxin entertained himself, experimenting with all sorts of uses for Dou Qi with relish. One moment, he fashioned a suit of azure polished plate armor; the next, he conjured a pair of flashy, translucent wings.

He had the time of his life, without the slightest sadness or fear over his sudden transmigration.

After all, Yun Congxin had neither father nor mother and had grown up in an orphanage. Born a piece of drifting duckweed, he did not care whether he lived in a dazzling, neon-lit metropolis or on the Dou Qi Continent, where strength reigned supreme.

Rumble!

Just as Yun Congxin was absorbed in studying how to give Dou Qi living forms and staging Dou Qi cricket fights, a tremendous crash resounded across Misty Cloud Mountain.

The fright made Yun Congxin's hand tremble. The two Dou Qi creatures he had just whipped up instantly collapsed into azure smoke.

"What the fuck was that noise?!"

Yun Congxin bared his teeth. He intended to use his Soul Power to see what had happened, only to discover, to his astonishment, that it was nowhere near as strong as that of an ordinary Dou Zong in the book. He did not know whether Yun Shan was simply too much of a second-rate Dou Zong, having barely managed to break through before his time ran out by relying on pills, or whether he had failed to inherit Yun Shan's Soul Power when he transmigrated.

There was nothing for it. He would have to go out and look.

Following Yun Shan's memories, Yun Congxin found the place in the cave where his clothes were stored. He planned to change into something clean and head outside to see what had happened in the Misty Cloud Sect.

"Don't tell me it's the Three-Year Agreement? Have Huohuo and Nalan Yanran already started fighting?" Yun Congxin muttered.

"Seriously, man, what kind of taste is this? It's tacky enough to reach your grandma's house!"

He opened the wardrobe and stared at the rows of exclusively white clothes inside, utterly speechless.

A moment later, looking at himself in the mirror, dressed in plain white as though attending a funeral, Yun Congxin could not help grumbling inwardly, Thank goodness breaking through to Dou Zong made him look young again. Otherwise, with that old bastard Yun Shan's face full of wrinkles paired with this outfit, the Misty Cloud Sect might as well rename itself the crematorium.

"No wonder the Misty Cloud Sect acted like it had been hexed ever since Yun Shan showed up. They really don't care about this stuff." Clad in the all-white outfit peculiar to second-rate immortal fantasy dramas, Yun Congxin walked out of the cave residence Yun Shan had used for his life-or-death secluded cultivation. He tried stepping into the air. Even with the strength of a Dou Zong, theoretically able to tread on empty space as though walking on level ground, Yun Congxin still formed Dou Qi Wings just in case.

Whatever else might be said, the height alone made Yun Congxin's legs go weak. If he lost focus and fell, becoming the first Dou Zong to die from a fall, wouldn't he be a laughingstock?

At that moment, Yun Congxin had clearly forgotten that Dou Qi could temper the body. Although Yun Shan's physique was not as monstrously powerful as Xiao Yan's, falling out of the sky would hardly kill him.

"It feels so good to have my feet on solid ground!"

He stepped down through empty space little by little until he landed, then unleashed a Movement Dou Technique and raced toward the bustling Misty Cloud Sect.