Lecher, don't touch me, lecher, don't touch me...

Wang Chong groggily reached toward his bedside table, but instead of finding his phone, he felt a searing pain in his fingers. He hastily pulled his hand back, jolting fully awake.

He saw neither his familiar computer desk nor the ROG Strix Scar 18 super-competitive edition laptop he had only just bought after scrimping and saving for half a year. That gave him an even greater jolt than the pain in his hand.

"Where's that huge computer of mine?"

"Where's my precious darling with its Ultra 9 290HX Plus, NVIDIA GeForce RTX 5090, 64GB DDR5 6400MHz, 8TB PCIe 5.0 SSD, and 18-inch 4K 240Hz Mini LED Nebula original-image display 3.0?"

"This isn't my home, either?"

He sucked the fingers cut by the longsword. Fortunately, the wounds weren't too serious. He vaguely wondered whether he had transmigrated, but couldn't be certain. After all, nobody had any experience with this sort of thing, and those who did rarely returned to Earth. Recently, though, someone online named Zhang Xing had claimed he had transmigrated to an ancient world where everyone could cultivate, become a Supreme through his own efforts, and then returned. But someone had exposed his dirty laundry: he was a scumbag who had abandoned his wife, and his claims weren't reliable either...

Within sight, several headless statues of Divine Generals stood stubbornly upright, suggesting this was a ruined temple. A longsword gleaming with green light lay beside him-the very thing that had just cut his fingers bloody. What shocked him even more was a girl in green near an incense altar not far away. Bound like a little rice dumpling, she kept wriggling, a filthy rag stuffed into her little mouth. She made muffled noises as tears fell one by one like tiny pearls.

Wang Chong hurried over and carefully pulled the rag from the girl's mouth with his uninjured hand. He was just about to ask what had happened when she screamed, "Lecher, don't touch me, lecher, don't touch me..."

Thoroughly puzzled, he thought, With this sleazy look on my face, sucking my fingers, I might seem a little perverted, but surely that doesn't put me all the way up there with lechers? A hooligan at most. He tried explaining several times that he was absolutely no lecher, but the girl in green had no interest in talking and kept screaming. He could only stuff the rag back in, restoring peace to his ears.

The girl cried out through the gag, her eyes brimming with tears, feeling more wronged than words could express.

Wang Chong felt more aggrieved than words could express!

Staring at the girl's pretty face, flawless as fine jade, he said, enunciating every word, "I am not a lecher."

"If you can stop shouting and answer a few questions, I'll let you go."

Looking at the girl's kitten-fierce gaze, Wang Chong sighed. He really wanted to know what exactly had happened to him, but had no confidence whatsoever that she would cooperate. Still, they were the only two people in this ruined temple, so he had to try.

Pulling the rag from the girl in green's mouth again, Wang Chong ventured, "Who am I?"

This time, the girl in green didn't scream, though she remained extremely wary. At his question, her little mouth fell open in utter astonishment. Then a trace of cunning suddenly flashed through her eyes, and she said, "You're Mo Yuncong of the Wudang Sect."

Wang Chong froze for a moment. This world has a Wudang Sect too? And I'm one of its disciples? Doesn't that mean I know martial arts?

He tried sensing within himself. Sure enough, a surge of Qi lay submerged in his dantian. It had been perfectly quiet, but sprang into action at its master's summons, making a circuit along a strange, profound route. His whole body immediately grew warm and wonderfully comfortable.

Intensely curious, Wang Chong immersed himself in the experience again. The surge of Qi was extraordinarily obedient, coming when summoned and leaving when dismissed. When he wanted it to go east, it went east; when he wanted south, it didn't go north. It circulated faster and faster, utterly engrossing him. He played with it in boundless delight, unable to tear himself away, and completely forgot the girl in green beside him.

Seeing him suddenly begin cultivating, the girl in green was greatly surprised, and the thought in her mind grew even firmer. Heaven has truly smiled on me. Somehow, this lecher suddenly lost his memory and even forgot who he was. At last, my chastity is safe.

If he really believes he's a Wudang Disciple and blunders into the hands of actual Wudang disciples, he'll certainly die. Heaven's justice shines clear; his cup of wickedness has overflowed.

She stole a glance at the Green Maple Sword on the ground and was overjoyed. Peeking at Wang Chong and finding him still immersed in cultivation, she hurriedly wriggled over, intending to use the longsword to cut through her ropes.

The girl in green strained with every ounce of strength she had and finally managed to get close to the Green Maple Sword, only to hear a clear, ringing cry like the call of a luan or phoenix, piercing the air and soaring through the clouds. His face alight with joy, Wang Chong exclaimed, "Does this count as a breakthrough?"

The delight froze on the girl in green's face, and fear crept into her eyes. Never could she have imagined that this vile lecher would make a breakthrough in his martial arts at such a critical moment!

Normally refined, gentle by nature, cautious, and mindful of propriety, the girl nearly failed to restrain the urge to swear. Yet her mind contained few coarse expressions. Had she actually cursed him, she could only have repeated such bland insults as "you rotten bastard" and "you vile lecher."

Wang Chong was tremendously excited. By now, he was fairly certain he had transmigrated. The setting might be a Truman Show, but this internal power couldn't have appeared out of nowhere. After all, the stuff wasn't exactly scientific.

As for the girl in green's claim that he was Mo Yuncong of the Wudang Sect, Wang Chong only believed thirty percent of it. The identity he had transmigrated into seemed to be a lecher; the odds of his coming from an upright, prestigious sect weren't high.

Even if he really was a successor of the Wudang Sect, he had probably betrayed his sect long ago. Perhaps his righteous fellow disciples were even hunting him down.

Lowering his head, Wang Chong spotted the culprit that had cut his fingers-the longsword gleaming with green light-and went over to pick it up. The moment it entered his hand, an intensely familiar feeling welled up in his heart. He casually assumed a stance, and dozens of indescribably exquisite sword moves rose endlessly from the depths of his mind. Involuntarily, he began wielding the longsword, performing a sword art renowned throughout the world. Like mercury spilling across the ground, sword shadows spread all around him.

The girl in green watched her hopes of escape quietly slip away again. Although this vile lecher's memories had yet to recover, he had remembered all his martial arts, and had even climbed another step beyond the top of the hundred-foot pole. There was simply no justice in heaven. Her nose stung, and she burst into tears with a wail.

Wang Chong couldn't spare her any attention now. He had remembered nothing after transmigrating here; now that he had finally recalled his martial arts, he dared not take them lightly. While silently memorizing the route along which he had just circulated his internal power, he unleashed the sword art to his heart's content, relying purely on his body's memory, then committed every move firmly to mind.

After four to six hours, confident that he had "memorized" both the internal cultivation method and the sword art and would never forget them again, he flicked out his sword and cut through the ropes binding the girl in green.

Wang Chong had initially worried about what he would do if the girl suddenly attacked and tried to kill him once freed. Now, he wasn't worried at all. Who could help it if his martial arts were so formidable? If the girl in green resisted, he would simply capture her alive one more time. He said, "Answer a few more questions, and you can leave."

...Wang Chong: In the previous version, I came from a prestigious sect and had a beautiful senior sister. Now I'm a lecher...

...Girl in green: My name is Tie Mingzhu. Everyone, make sure you remember it...

...This opening was written on the day "Dethroning the Dragon" was completed...