After a month of carefully observing Bi’an Terrace, Le Gui easily maneuvered past the barriers and restrictions, step by step making her way toward the palace at the summit.

Midnight was like a dividing line. Before this hour, Wuyou Palace was at most eerie and dimly lit. But the moment the clock struck, the demonic energy doubled in intensity. The mountains nearby became shrouded in a twisting, clawing mist, resembling monstrous, gaping maws lined with razor-sharp teeth—silent and waiting to lure in lost souls.

As a mortal—an utterly unathletic mortal who couldn’t even pass an 800-meter run—Le Gui was already exhausted after covering just a third of the way. But the thought that if she missed tonight, she might never return home pushed her forward. She clenched her teeth and pressed on.

She had to sleep with Di Jiang tonight.

When she first transmigrated into this novel, she was bewildered. So many people love Supreme, so why did it have to be me who got thrown into this world? She spent three days wondering—until she remembered that on the night she crossed over, someone had given her a palm-sized compass.

“This isn’t just any compass. This is Supreme’s only artifact capable of tearing through space and time. It’s called Wuliangdu. As long as you possess it, you can travel between worlds.” That person had spoken mysteriously, their glasses reflecting a cold glint.

University was full of weirdos, so Le Gui hadn’t taken it seriously. She had simply taken the item and returned to her dorm.

Then that night, the cheap-looking compass—tossed carelessly beside her pillow—began to glow faintly, its shape subtly changing. Before she could get a good look, she had already been dragged into the world of Supreme.

With only thirty-something chapters of the novel read and barely any knowledge to go on, Le Gui had spent a long time analyzing her situation. In the end, she reached a conclusion: the only way back to her original world was to retrieve Wuliangdu.

…The problem was that this novel contained exactly two Wuliangdu artifacts. One had yet to be forged by the protagonist. The only existing one was a sacred treasure of the Demon Realm—hidden in the sleeping chambers of the Demon King, Di Jiang.

And according to the Demon Realm’s customs, only the Demon Queen could possess it.

In other words, this thing was basically an imperial seal—meant only for the empress to wield.

Based on the original novel, though, she didn’t actually have to marry Di Jiang. As long as she managed to spend the night with him and survive, she would qualify. After all…

[After all, he’s going to die in ten days anyway.]

Le Gui panted as she finally reached the summit of Bi’an Terrace. A massive palace loomed before her, its silhouette shrouded in mist.

Yes, Di Jiang was supposed to die in ten days.

The novel didn’t dedicate many words to him, but every mention of him was unforgettable. He was unruly, bloodthirsty, and born from the very essence of demonic energy itself. With the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, he had never lost a single battle across the three realms—more like the protagonist than the protagonist himself.

Yet, despite his unparalleled strength, he had one day suddenly decided to cleanse himself, dress in white, and drink himself into oblivion beneath a blooming peach tree. Then, he had scattered both his soul and his physical body, vanishing completely.

To put it plainly… he just died. No remains, no lingering trace. And it would all happen ten days from now, at dawn.

After tonight, he would return to his secluded palace in Diyun Peak and remain there until his death. Wuyou Palace held three thousand demonic mountains. From Bi’an Terrace to Diyun Peak, there were over nineteen hundred peaks standing in between. Traveling on foot would take years.

That was why she said—if she missed tonight, she would truly never get another chance.

Gazing at the eerie palace shrouded in mist, Le Gui bravely took a step forward.

Before her foot could touch the ground, a frigid wind howled past, engulfing her in an overwhelming chill that nearly suffocated her.

She instantly pulled her foot back.

The night was deep. It was the devil’s hour. On the vast mountaintop, there was no one in sight.

[…It’s okay, Le Gui. Calm down. Logically speaking, people who transmigrate into novels are always protagonists. Protagonists have plot armor. You’re not going to die that easily.]

Le Gui swallowed nervously, silently comforting herself.

[This is simple. All you need to do is enter the palace and sleep with Di Jiang. Let his spiritual energy leave a mark on you. Once he dies, use that mark to have Steward Niu Jiao take you to the palace on Diyun Peak. With his lingering presence on you, you can bypass the sleeping quarters’ restrictions and successfully retrieve the Wuliangdu!]

As she reassured herself, she started believing it. Taking advantage of this newfound courage, she strode forward, unfastening her belt as she walked.

Her loose white outer robe slipped open, revealing the alluring red dress underneath. She had spent everything she had to get this dress, and it fit her well. However, unlike Senior Sister Li, whose front was full and round, hers looked a little empty.

…Well, small is fine too.

Charge, Le Gui! Success or failure depends on this! Give that paper-thin man inside a taste of what a real person from the three-dimensional world is like!

With that thought, Le Gui rushed to the steps of the grand hall, just about to take off her outer robe completely.

Suddenly, the tightly shut palace doors were violently thrown open, and a red figure was flung out, landing right at her feet with a thud.

Le Gui dropped to her knees, swiftly pulled her robe back on, and smoothly transitioned into bowing. It took her a moment before she cautiously peeked to the side.

Their eyes met.

Le Gui froze for a second before blurting out, “Senior Sister, why are you wearing Senior Sister Li’s clothes?”

The already-dead Senior Sister’s pupils were dilated, her face still frozen in terror from the moment of her death. Bloodstains covered her red dress, making her look like a vengeful ghost.

Finally realizing that her senior sister was truly dead, Le Gui’s vision darkened, and her mind screamed in panic.

[AHHHHHHHH! I JUST SAW A DEAD BODY! AHHHHH! THIS IS A DEAD BODY! THERE’S A DEAD PERSON RIGHT NEXT TO ME! AHHHHHHH!!!]

[A CORPSE!]

[A REAL DEAD BODY!]

[A DEAD BODY THAT COULDN’T BE ANY DEADER!!!]

Just as she was about to break down and run away, the air five steps away from her suddenly distorted.

In the next instant, Steward Niu Jiao appeared out of thin air.

“Forgive me, Your Lordship! Forgive me!” The usually arrogant Steward Niu Jiao was now trembling on his knees, his voice shaking in fear. “I had no idea this maidservant was so audacious! She actually dared to seduce Your Lordship and disrupt your meditation. Please, have mercy on me!”

Hearing him speak, Le Gui instantly calmed down, suppressing her urge to flee and continuing to lie motionless on the ground.

Silence.

Complete silence.

The Wuyou Palace was located among three thousand great mountains, home to countless living creatures. At night, the air was usually filled with the sounds of insects and magical creatures. Yet, at this moment, everything was eerily quiet, as if all beings had sensed an overwhelming danger and dared not make a sound.

A terrifying pressure spread through the air. Even breathing became painful. Le Gui barely managed to stay conscious by stealing glances at the corpse beside her, using the horror to keep herself from passing out.

Just when she thought she couldn’t hold on any longer, a cold, lazy voice echoed from inside the palace.

“Hm. Another one.”

[…Another one? He’s not talking about me, is he? Your Lordship, listen to me! I have always respected you, admired you, and cherished you! I have never had any improper thoughts about you! I just happened to be sleepwalking and accidentally ended up here! I swear I had no intention of seducing you! Ahhhhhh!!!]

Le Gui’s vision darkened again, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Just when she thought she was about to die, the immense pressure suddenly disappeared.

The voice that had spoken inside the palace now came from somewhere beyond the heavens.

“Filthy thing. Clean it up.”

“Yes, Your Lordship!” Steward Niu Jiao let out a breath of relief. After bowing repeatedly, his legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the ground, taking a long time to recover.

Meanwhile, Le Gui clutched her aching chest and quietly sneaked away.

“Stop.”

Steward Niu Jiao’s eerie voice rang out.

Le Gui quickly adjusted her robe, making sure her red dress wasn’t showing. Then, she turned around with a bright smile.

“What’s wrong?”

“Why are you here?” he demanded.

Le Gui’s smile disappeared instantly. She let out a sorrowful sigh.

“I was just about to sleep when I heard Senior Sister leaving her room. I was worried she might act impulsively and make a mistake, so I followed to stop her. But who would’ve thought I’d still be too late?”

“You sure are considerate,” Steward Niu Jiao sneered, looking at the corpse with a mocking gaze. “Idiot. She didn’t even get close to His Lordship before triggering the palace’s protective wards. With such weak skills, she actually thought she could charm him.”

Feeling guilty, Le Gui quickly nodded in agreement. But when she turned her head and saw her senior sister’s lifeless face, those wide-open eyes seemed to be filled with resentment.

Her smile stiffened.

Seeing that Steward Niu Jiao was about to continue ridiculing the dead, she quickly changed the topic.

“Steward, I believe His Lordship just ordered you to clean up the scene.”

Steward Niu Jiao’s eyes flickered. He was about to shove the task onto her when she immediately pulled a regretful face.

“I’d love to help, but His Lordship is all-knowing when it comes to the affairs of Wuyou Palace. If he finds out that you handed off the task he assigned to you, wouldn’t that make him even angrier?”

Di Jiang might not actually care about who did what, but at that moment, Steward Niu Jiao trembled slightly at her words.

He immediately abandoned the idea of pushing the job onto her.

“Forget it. Get lost. I’ll take care of it myself.”

“Yes, sir!”

Le Gui wasted no time and ran off.

The next morning, news of Senior Sister’s death at Bi’an Terrace spread throughout Wuyou Palace. To prevent such incidents from happening again, Steward Niu Jiao did not dispose of the body. Instead, he hung it at the gates of Hehuan Sect’s courtyard as a warning to others.

The people of Hehuan Sect showed little reaction to her death. They went about their days as usual.

Only Senior Sister Li occasionally passed by and spat at the corpse, muttering things like, “So what if you stole my dress? You still ended up dead before you could enjoy it.”

Compared to them, Le Gui’s experience had been far more harrowing.

Especially at night—whenever she went to the bathroom, she would accidentally make eye contact with her senior sister’s corpse.

The combined effects of Di Jiang’s pressure and the repeated fright finally took their toll.

Le Gui fell ill.

Although Wuyou Palace provided no shortage of healing elixirs, wounds caused by such powerful pressure were not easy to recover from.

Her illness came and went.

By the time she was fully healed, ten days had already passed since her senior sister’s death.

It was a beautiful morning.

Having just recovered, Le Gui felt like her entire worldview had shifted.

Even her childish fantasies seemed to have faded away.

Staring at herself in the mirror for a long time, she finally made up her mind.

She pulled open the door—

Only to see that everyone from Hehuan Sect was gathered outside.

“Good morning, Senior Sisters!” Le Gui greeted them sweetly.

Her senior sisters habitually ignored her and continued their lively discussion. Le Gui didn’t mind and made her way through the crowd toward Li, the new senior sister. “Senior Sister Li, I have something to tell you—”

“Hold this.” Li handed her two jars of wine, grabbing two for herself as well.

Le Gui immediately took them and continued, “It’s nothing serious. I just feel that instead of running errands at Wuyou Palace, I’d be better off going home to farm. So, I wanted to let you know that I’m resigning.”

“Take this.” Li handed her a talisman.

Le Gui struggled to free one hand to accept it. “Senior Sister said before that anyone who doesn’t want to stay can leave anytime—”

Before she could finish her sentence, the talisman suddenly ignited. Startled, she quickly threw it away. The moment the burning talisman left her hand, the space around them twisted. When she looked up again, she and the other members of the Hehuan Sect had arrived in a completely unfamiliar place.

Le Gui froze. “Where is this?”

Her question made a few of her senior sisters laugh. One of them cast her a sidelong glance. “What a country bumpkin. This is Diyun Peak.”

[Oh, Diyun Peak… Wait, isn’t this where Di Jiang lives?]

Le Gui fell silent for a moment, then glanced down at the wine in her arms.

According to the original novel, after leaving Bi’an Terrace, the strongest Demon King of the Three Realms, Di Jiang, returned to Diyun Peak and remained in seclusion for ten days. Then, he suddenly bathed, changed into fresh clothes, drank himself into oblivion under a peach blossom tree, and completely perished, dissipating both body and soul.

Diyun Peak. Fine wine.

Oh, so today is that day.