The Feeling of a Fluttering Heart, But He Can't Be Wooed — Time for a Hero to Save the Beauty
The Feeling of a Fluttering Heart, But He Can’t Be Wooed — Time for a Hero to Save the Beauty
The moonlight was hazy and dim.
This was the resting quarters the Longevity Gu Family had specially prepared for the guests attending the birthday banquet.
Inside a resplendent, magnificent palace of towering grandeur.
Wang Zijin sat cross-legged, having already changed back into her female attire.
The white robes on her body billowed like clouds and mist, her hair falling loose, her flawless face bearing a serene expression, like white jade, radiating an otherworldly beauty.
Strand after strand of the world’s essence energy was being breathed in and absorbed by her, following certain strange rules and rhythms.
Weng!!
Behind her, a blurry Celestial Gate flickered in and out of existence, seemingly connecting to a mysterious and vast world within.
Celestial trees towered high, Heavenly Herbs wafted their fragrance, Celestial Beasts cried out in chorus.
This was her innate gift — the phantom of a Celestial Gate she had been born with.
When she cultivated, celestial qi would even seep out from within the Celestial Gate, allowing her to achieve twice the results with half the effort, her cultivation progress far surpassing that of her peers.
Moreover, she bore a legendary Celestial Spirit Physique.
Innately flawless and untainted.
That was why quite a few old fossils of the Longevity Wang Family said she had a great origin, that she was very likely connected to the Celestial Domain that had vanished long ago.
Only, this claim... had never been confirmed.
When Wang Zijin heard it, she didn’t much care either. What great origin did she have? She was just an ordinary, utterly unremarkable transmigrator.
At this moment, Wang Zijin was quietly regulating her qi and blood as she cultivated, following her old habit — a habit she had maintained ever since she first began cultivating.
Though her personality was a bit laid-back, and she held an uncompetitive attitude toward many things.
When it came to cultivation, to walking the path toward the supreme peak, she had never once slacked off.
After all, having transmigrated here, if she didn’t become a powerhouse standing at the absolute summit, it would be utterly meaningless — it would be letting down this transmigration, this chance to live a second life.
Before this, Wang Zijin had always looked down on the various native heaven’s chosen. Whether in personality, cultivation, or background, none of them could catch her eye.
In her previous life, she had been all alone, only able to lie in a hospital ward, relying on a screen to communicate with the world on the other end. She had thought that after transmigrating, things wouldn’t be like that — at the very least, she could find a companion, find an ideal husband or something.
But with her status, position, background, talent, and cultivation all being what they were... her standards had risen accordingly. She felt she had transmigrated into the kind of xuanhuan world she had known so well in her past life.
And she was the Longevity Wang Family’s Young Prodigy, born a saint, her cultivation looking down on her peers, her background crushing countless people.
Under these circumstances, even though she very much wanted someone who could catch her eye, she simply couldn’t find one.
So Wang Zijin figured she would probably grow old and die alone in this life.
The long, long road of cultivation — she would walk it all by herself, and when she looked back after standing at the absolute peak, there would be no one behind her to accompany her.
This had always been her mindset and attitude.
So with many things, though she seemed easygoing and natural, there was also an air of indifference about her.
This state of affairs continued for a long time.
Until she met Gu Changge... Only then did Wang Zijin discover that something different in him.
She even found that long-lost feeling of familiarity in his conversation, his views, and many other aspects.
Most importantly, Wang Zijin felt that although she was a total sucker for good looks.
There was no way she could fall in love at first sight.
After all, which heaven’s chosen in a xuanhuan world had bad looks?
Over all these years, how many outstanding young talents had she seen? During her cultivation at the Mortal Palace, how many pursuers and admirers had she had?
Her state of mind had remained as still as water, without a ripple.
But... she didn’t know why, she was just especially weak to Gu Changge’s looks. Back then, watching him chat and laugh at ease while suppressing the entire Immortal Ancient Dragon Clan, her heart had actually felt like it was struck — thwack — by an arrow.
She knew that was the feeling of a fluttering heart.
To think that she, a dignified transmigrator, whose status and cultivation in this world were unmatched, would actually have a moment like this.
This made Wang Zijin start reflecting on herself.
Sure enough, she felt nothing for those upright, clichéd types of characters.
Because in Gu Changge, she saw a novelty she had never encountered before.
That was why she grew curious about Gu Changge, became interested in him, and now, she increasingly felt she couldn’t see through him... as if he were shrouded in a layer of mist.
Wang Zijin felt that if this continued, she, a transmigrator, might really sink in deep one day.
Before that, when it came to peeling back the layers of mist around Gu Changge, the first thing she wanted to do was see through his cultivation.
“I can’t see through his cultivation. It must be because my own cultivation is insufficient.”
Wang Zijin murmured softly. In her conversations with Gu Changge, she could clearly sense his perfunctory attitude — he obviously didn’t care much about her, yet he insisted on wearing that smiling, courteous expression.
Beneath that gentle, refined exterior actually hid a cold and heartless face.
After all, her many previous pursuers, whether openly or secretly, had all admired her boundlessly... nothing like Gu Changge.
He clearly felt nothing for her, yet still put on the appearance of a jade-like gentleman.
Whether in her past life or this one, this was absolutely her favorite kind of villainous character archetype...
“Judging from the current situation, I still can’t woo him.” Wang Zijin shook her head lightly, sighed, and withdrew from her cultivation state.
Right now, she and Gu Changge seemed quite familiar with each other, but she understood that was only a surface-level familiarity for others to see.
What Gu Changge was thinking in his heart — only a ghost would know.
“Looks like my reincarnation into this world won’t all be smooth sailing after all... but that’s what makes it interesting...”
Wang Zijin’s lovely, captivating eyes sparkled brightly.
For the first time, she felt greatly motivated.
Having finally met someone in this world who could make her heart flutter, she naturally had to find a way to win him over.
So what if Gu Changge had a Marriage Agreement?
As a transmigrator, could she really fail to outcompete his fiancée?
Hm?!
Suddenly, Wang Zijin, who had been mulling over these matters, furrowed her brows slightly, sensing an ominous aura.
Accompanied by a heart-palpitating killing intent and an icy-cold presence.
She rose from the bed.
“Who’s there?” Wang Zijin’s expression turned cold, her gaze sweeping across the surroundings as she shouted coldly.
Her first reaction was that the newcomer meant her harm!
After all, this undisguised killing intent blotted out the sky, like a surging ocean, threatening to drown and suffocate her.
Whether Partial-Enlightened, True Enlightened Realm, Enlightened Noble Realm, or even Enlightened King Realm — anyone would tremble at this moment.
“The aura of the Sacred Realm...”
Wang Zijin’s willowy brows knitted tightly. Even stepping through the threshold of the Quasi-Sacred Realm could qualify one as a Sacred Realm cultivator.
But clearly, this aura did not belong to an ordinary Sacred Realm cultivator. Sacred Realm? Sacred King? Or perhaps... Sacred Lord Realm?
A shadow of gloom suddenly rose in Wang Zijin’s heart.
She never imagined that on the Longevity Gu Family’s own territory, someone would actually dare to make a move against her.
Were they not afraid of being discovered?
“I only just left the Mortal Palace. Why would anyone want to kill me?” Wang Zijin frowned as she looked around.
She didn’t know whom she had offended. Could it be that some enemy of the Longevity Wang Family had set their sights on her?
A vast, mighty pressure instantly enveloped the entire great hall, causing the various furnishings to tremble. Even the Array Patterns carved into the ground began to glow.
Weng!!
A tall figure shrouded in dense black light appeared in the great hall in an instant, like a demon god returned from the Nether, wreathed in surging demonic light, his blood qi terrifying.
His eyes were utterly cold, radiating frigid ruthlessness, looking at her as if looking at a dead person.
“Who are you? How dare you commit murder right under the Longevity Gu Family’s nose?”
Wang Zijin demanded coldly, even as her heart sank.
Sacred Lord Realm!
With her current means, she was no match for a powerhouse of this level.
Right now, the Longevity Gu Family was full of powerhouses. Never mind how terrifying the Longevity Gu Family’s foundation was, or how many supreme beings lay hidden within.
Even in the palaces near her, there were many Longevity Wang Family powerhouses who had come together for this birthday banquet.
Wang Zijin didn’t understand, and she was deeply shocked.
What exactly gave this person the confidence to show himself and kill her?!
Unless he was insane, or his brain was broken, something was wrong with him.
“By my master’s command, I have come to take your life.”
The tall, pitch-black figure’s voice was cold and merciless, as if blowing in from the Nine Netherworlds, carrying a killing aura that swept over all things in heaven and earth.
The pressure of the Sacred Lord Realm rumbled down, crushing everything — it seemed he could easily shatter even the stars beyond the domain.
“Master?”
Wang Zijin clearly caught that word.
She couldn’t help but grow vigilant.
A Sacred Lord Realm existence actually calling someone master — what kind of identity would that person have?
To have silently infiltrated this place, he had most likely come along with the Longevity Gu Family’s guests, hidden among them.
Taking advantage of the pitch-black night, he had only now made his move against her.
Thinking of this, Wang Zijin’s expression turned cold. Her cultivation was only at the Quasi-Sacred Realm; she couldn’t possibly be a match for a Sacred Lord Realm existence.
However, she didn’t feel that sense of a life-and-death crisis. After all, once the commotion here spread, it was bound to alert many powerhouses.
What she needed to do was stall until the other powerhouses sensed the fluctuations here and came to rescue her.
“Not good...”
But the next moment, her expression changed drastically, filled with shock and disbelief.
“How is this possible...”
Weng!!
An incomparably mysterious and intricate rune bloomed from the void, and immediately a strange wave of energy instantly enveloped the entire great hall.
Thick mist rose from all directions, throwing even the heavenly secrets into chaos, blurring everything.
At this point, unless she defeated this Sacred Lord Realm existence with overwhelming strength, or broke open this space with a magical artifact, no matter how astonishing the commotion of the coming battle, it could never leak outside.
“He even prepared a secret treasure like this. It seems everything was calculated long in advance, all to kill me.”
Wang Zijin’s expression turned rather ugly, her brows tightly furrowed.
Quickly, she figured it all out, and a powerful secret treasure abruptly appeared in her jade hand.
Today, there would be a vicious battle.
No matter how great her talent, there was no way she could fight a Sacred Lord Realm existence while at the Quasi-Sacred Realm!
This was simply a fantasy — if the other party wanted to kill her, it would be like crushing an ant.
The figure wrapped in dense black light seemed to reveal a cold sneer, yet remained as frigid as ever.
“My master anticipated all of this long ago. Your resistance is futile. Just obediently wait for death today. All who dare obstruct my master shall die — first you, then Gu Changge...”
As he spoke, he struck forward, his large hand reaching out, shattering the void, about to blot out the space here and kill Wang Zijin.
With this one strike came the ultimate power of rules and order — though to avoid alerting the others, he kept the disturbance suppressed very low, careful not to break the concealment rune from before.
Otherwise, the pressure of a Sacred Lord Realm being could easily shatter everything, let alone if one actually made a move!
“Who is your master?”
Hearing this, and especially hearing Gu Changge’s name, Wang Zijin’s gaze flickered, and then she coldly snorted, “Do you know who I am? Once the power behind me learns of this, you will die without a burial place!”
At the same time, she brought out a string of incomparably dazzling Five-Hued Bone Beads.
Each bead was as large as a goose egg, radiating crystalline treasure light, like a swath of stars flying in from beyond the realm, its energy fluctuations terrifying.
Crimson radiance blossomed.
They constructed a starry sky diagram.
Patterns spread out like an Astral River cascading down, its aura vast and majestic, instantly enveloping the entire stretch of void beneath it—utterly dreadful.
This was a Sacred Realm secret treasure. While it might not withstand a Sacred Lord Realm existence head-on, it should at least be able to buy a little time.
Thinking this, Wang Zijin felt a faint trace of anxiety in her heart.
This assassination attempt had clearly been planned long in advance—the enemy had even brought out such incomparably rare Heaven-Deceiving Runes to conceal the commotion here.
From the looks of it, it seemed like a long-premeditated scheme. And the enemy’s target, besides her, also included Gu Changge?
“You are not worthy of knowing Master’s name.”
“Your identity has destined you to die by Master’s hand in this life! Nothing to worry about.”
This pitch-black, towering figure sneered. His giant hand easily tore apart the starry diagram and descended from the sky—bang, bang, bang...
One bone bead after another burst apart, wisps of crimson radiance shattering into the void.
With a single strike, he had effortlessly destroyed Wang Zijin’s secret treasure.
“Connected to the Successor of Demonic Arts?”
At this moment, Wang Zijin suddenly figured it out, connecting this person to that figure, and a chill ran down her back.
At the same time, her expression grew even colder. To think they had so brazenly infiltrated the Longevity Gu Family to assassinate her.
Such audacity was simply outrageous!
Moreover, her identity had very likely already been exposed to the enemy!
Behind the Successor of Demonic Arts, there was definitely some organization—it could never be just one person.
“I’d like to see how long you can hold out!”
The tall black figure continued to sneer, his giant hand rumbling forth, mist surging, carrying the mockery of a cat toying with a mouse.
He seemed in no hurry to kill Wang Zijin right away, wanting to make her despair, to torment her slowly.
After all, as the strongest existence beneath the Perfect Prodigy level, with such power, killing a Quasi-Sacred Realm Cultivator was as easy as crushing an ant.
“My chance has come...”
Seeing that the enemy was in no hurry to kill her, a sharp glint suddenly flashed through Wang Zijin’s eyes, and her figure hastily retreated backward.
She once again brought out numerous artifacts to resist.
Since ancient times, villains die from talking too much.
She never expected such a thing to actually be true.
She couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. As long as she could stall for time until someone noticed the commotion here, she would be saved.
Unless it was the very last moment, she truly didn’t want to use her greatest trump card. Besides, she wasn’t sure whether the things bestowed upon her by those old ancestors of the Wang Family back then could withstand this Sacred Lord Realm existence.
After all, which heaven’s chosen had ever been assassinated by a Sacred Lord Realm powerhouse the moment they emerged into the world?
Anyone else would have long since been crushed into a mist of blood in an instant.
“Pfft!”
But soon, Wang Zijin realized she had overthought it. Even with her many artifacts, she couldn’t withstand even a wisp of a Sacred Lord Realm being’s aura. She was severely wounded in an instant, coughing up blood as she was sent flying.
Her whole body was in agony, and many of her bones were broken.
“So this is the power of a Sacred Lord Realm existence?”
Wang Zijin’s expression was somewhat pale.
Her white dress was stained red with blood. In this lifetime, this was the first time she had been in such a wretched state.
“Could it be that I really might perish here today...”
Such a thought suddenly arose in her heart, and she felt somewhat unwilling to accept it.
She had finally met someone who moved her heart—was she really going to end things here?
Wang Zijin abruptly gripped a page of golden paper hidden in her sleeve.
“Hehe, Master calculated everything long ago. Today, no one can save you.”
The black figure said indifferently, his terrifying aura capable of shattering even stars, crushing down toward Wang Zijin.
...
When he dispatched the Demonic Energy puppet to assassinate Wang Zijin, Gu Changge had already left the great hall. With a single step, he appeared high in the sky.
The night wind swept past, his robes fluttering.
He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his ink-black hair drifting, standing atop the palace halls, gazing toward the direction of her palace.
A faint layer of black-and-white divine light appeared in his eyes.
In an instant, the entire world became blurred.
The flow of light and shadow rules, the movement of the world’s spiritual energy, the connections of order and law—all surfaced within his eyes.
Every movement within a radius of several thousand miles could not escape his sight.
He heard the conversations of Cultivators in many side halls, the sounds of breathing during cultivation... all of it, exceptionally clear.
This was the application of the Origin of Reincarnation to an Eye Technique. After all, nothing in the world escapes the cycle of life, death, and reincarnation. Under the Principles of Reincarnation, all movements became exceedingly clear.
As for seeing through an opponent’s flaws or slowing down their techniques and divine abilities—that was even more effortless.
In Gu Changge’s eyes, unless it was a supreme powerhouse whose cultivation far exceeded his own, every movement within thousands of miles would be seen clearly by him.
Therefore, he could actually faintly perceive the disturbance coming from the palace where Wang Zijin was.
“There’s not enough time yet. Now is not the moment for me to appear and save the damsel.”
Gu Changge wore a faint smile; everything was under his control.
If Wang Zijin unfortunately ended up killed by the puppet, it wouldn’t affect him much either.
He would just be a little disappointed... that he had overestimated her capabilities.
The runes he exchanged from the System Shop this time had cost him quite a lot of Fatums. After all, the Longevity Gu Family had too many powerhouses—if some old ancestor happened to notice and interfered, ruining his plan, that would be terrible.
Gu Changge’s smile held some amusement. If he guessed correctly, Wang Zijin was probably in dire straits right now.
As for mortal danger—barely, perhaps.
To give Wang Zijin a chance to stall, Gu Changge had specifically instructed the puppet to go easy on her, to pull its punches.
“Next, I just need to wait. What a pity about this grand show—I can’t witness many of the scenes with my own eyes.” He sighed slightly, feeling not the slightest guilt about scheming with Wang Zijin’s life.
The emergence of the Successor of Mortal Palace had disrupted some of his previous arrangements.
Now, with Wang Zijin’s arrival, plus the other Successor of Mortal Palace about to appear, and this suddenly emerging servant boy, Gu Changge’s plan to replace the Mortal One had become even more certain.
Afterward, feeling that the time was about right, Gu Changge took a step and headed in that direction.
He had no intention of being the first to discover the anomaly.
After all, under the concealment of the runes, only a Perfect Prodigy-level existence very close by could possibly detect the battle there and appear to rescue Wang Zijin.
If he, a mere junior, could sense something wrong at the first moment—even faster than a crowd of Sacred Realm powerhouses?
Wouldn’t that be inviting suspicion upon himself?
Gu Changge always pursued flawless plans.
So, he was in no hurry.
763 He still had confidence in Wang Zijin. As a Transmigrator, as a Daughter of Fortuity, with such status and position, how could she only amount to this much?
Turning calamity into fortune was no problem for her, not to mention he had already instructed the puppet to hold back as much as possible.
Thinking this, Gu Changge’s eyes suddenly narrowed.
“It’s here! Time for my hero-saves-the-beauty moment.”
He revealed a smile, transforming into a divine rainbow, speeding toward that cluster of palaces.
And in the next instant, the smile on his face vanished, replaced by an expression of icy killing intent and towering fury.
At the same time, Gu Changge’s cold, interrogating shout resounded through the pitch-black night sky.
“Audacious scoundrel, how dare you commit murder right under the nose of my Longevity Gu Family!”
“You’re courting death!”
This voice instantly startled many people.
Weng!!
He appeared all at once above the Wang Family’s resting quarters, his gaze icy, slamming a palm down toward the palace complex below. A terrifying and dazzling palm imprint erupted with blinding light.
Like a small sun exploding!
“What happened? That voice seems to be Young Master Changge’s. Is he fighting someone? Why would he suddenly shout like that?” Many Cultivators walked out in shock, looking toward the sky beyond.
“Just now, there seemed to be some commotion from the direction of the Longevity Wang Family...”
A large crowd of Cultivators instantly appeared at the horizon, hailing from various orthodoxies and powers, all shocked and puzzled.
In the middle of the night, everyone’s minds were now completely blank, not knowing what had happened.
“That direction is where the Wang Family is... did Changge make a move against Wang Zijin?”
In another direction, Yue Mingkong appeared high in the sky, her gaze calm, carrying deep contemplation.
Her first reaction was that Gu Changge had made a move against Wang Zijin. After all, that was Gu Changge’s style—when scheming something, he would never drag it out for too long.
Beneath the firmament, a tremendous, surging disturbance appeared.
Boom, rumble, rumble!
Through Wang Zijin’s unremitting efforts, the entire palace suddenly emitted a faint trembling sound, which passed through the concealing runes and spread outward.
Runes flashed wildly across the sky, incomparably brilliant.
At this moment, her body was stained with blood, her face weak and pale, yet she wore a faint, glowing smile.
“Sorry, but I’m saved.”
She smiled at the black figure before her.
“Damn it! Don’t celebrate too soon. Even if I can’t kill you, someone else will kill you in the future...”
The black figure seemed extremely unwilling, filled with intense fury.
His Sacred Lord pressure was no longer concealed, crashing down like an entire sky, as if to exert his full strength to kill Wang Zijin!
It looked as though he had never expected Wang Zijin to have so many tricks up her sleeve, to be forcibly stalled until now, and then to let her find an opportunity to break the hall’s concealing Array Patterns.
In the deep of night, such a disturbance instantly alarmed many of the nearby Wang Family powerhouses.
Gu Changge’s reaction was very fast, but in reality, it was perfectly, just half a beat late.
In the carriage, the old coachman who had been resting with his eyes closed suddenly snapped them open. Within his dark-golden, serpent-like vertical pupils, golden light immediately appeared.
“Who is it?!” He was enraged, the first to sense that a powerhouse was assassinating Wang Zijin.
His movements were even faster than the arriving Gu Changge, since he was very close to Wang Zijin’s palace.
With a boom!
An ocean-like surge of fluctuations erupted from this place.
“Xiaojie!”
He rushed into the hall at top speed. Seeing Wang Zijin covered in blood, his eyes nearly split with rage, his fury soaring to the heavens. He engaged the black figure in battle—a great battle at the Sacred Lord level instantly alarmed everyone, unfolding beyond the firmament with incomparably vast momentum.
“What?!”
All the Cultivators in this entire area were stunned, their faces horrified, frozen in place.
Soon, someone reacted, a bone-deep chill running through their body.
An incomparably terrifying Sacred Lord Realm Cultivator had gone to assassinate the Longevity Wang Family’s mysterious young woman, and had even concealed the heavenly secrets, hiding it from everyone.
If not for this commotion, probably none of them would have known.
“Too terrifying—who could withstand that! A Sacred Lord Realm existence, trying to kill a junior...”
Their whole bodies went cold. What they found hardest to believe was that the Wang Family’s mysterious young woman had actually survived—she hadn’t been killed.
“What on earth is her identity?!”
“Simply unimaginable—to warrant assassination by a Sacred Lord... and right under the Longevity Gu Family’s nose...”