Who would have thought that a polite modern reader, who only wanted to curse an author a little, would die because of a cultivation novel?
Even less would anyone think that after dying, he would wake up inside it.
The novel's name was Heavenly Sword Dominates the Nine Realms.
Just looking at the title, one could already sense danger.
"Dominates" — with no method.
"Nine realms" — existing only when convenient.
"Heavenly sword" — appearing whenever logic disappeared.
The cultivation system was chaotic.
The discipline system was selective.
The villains existed to be hated.
Yet Lin Qinghe still finished the novel.
Why?
Because once a person starts reading trash, they want to see how far it can fall.
After the final chapter, Lin Qinghe calmly typed in the comment section:
"Author, your cultivation system is confusing.
Please explain it. Or explain yourself."
He pressed send.
And then—
He died.
In endless darkness, a mechanical voice sounded.
[Ding.]
[Narrative Rectification System activated.]
The tone was stiff, emotionless, like poor translation software.
[Reader identity confirmed.]
[Completion rate: 100%.]
[Dissatisfaction level: Extremely high.]
[Conclusion: You can read it, therefore you can fix it.]
Before Lin Qinghe could even react—
[World loading.]
[Target world: Heavenly Sword Dominates the Nine Realms.]
[Role binding in progress.]
When consciousness returned, it returned painfully.
The first thing he felt was pressure.
Cold, heavy, suppressing pressure.
As if rules themselves were pressing down on his bones.
He opened his eyes.
White curtains.
White jade flooring.
The faint scent of incense.
A cultivation world.
Not just any place—but a core sect hall.
At the same time, memories that did not
belong to him flooded his mind.
Discipline Peak.
Sect laws.
Punishment records.
Cold judgments.
Lin Qinghe understood immediately.
He had transmigrated.
And not into a random side character.
But into Ji Chenqing.
Ji Chenqing
Discipline Peak Lord
Executor of sect law
Known for fairness
Known even more for cruelty
In the original novel, Ji Chenqing had one purpose.
To punish the protagonist.
To push him toward hatred.
To die horribly later.
A textbook villain.
When Ji Chenqing realized this, his first reaction was very calm.
His second reaction was very quiet.
His third reaction was a single thought:
So I woke up as the person who dies the worst.
Outside the hall, the Discipline Peak was silent.
Stone steps cut sharply into the mountain.
Cold mist drifted slowly between pillars.
Even birds avoided landing here.
This was Cangyuan Sect, one of the strongest sects in the Nine Realms.
And this was its most feared peak.
Because rules lived here.
And mercy did not.
Earlier that morning, Discipline Hall had convened as usual.
Disciples stood in rows. Heads lowered. Breath held.
Ji Chenqing stood on the high platform.
His posture was straight.
His robes were neat.
His expression was cold and calm.
No one could tell that another soul had already replaced him.
"Yan Mochen," Ji Chenqing said.
The kneeling disciple below raised his head slightly.
This was the male protagonist.
Yan Mochen
Mixed blood
Background unknown
Talent frightening
Reputation: obedient, silent, resilient
He knelt straight-backed despite the cold stone beneath him.
"Unauthorized entry into the Sword Pavilion," Ji Chenqing continued.
"Theft of cultivation manuals."
Whispers spread among the disciples.
The charge was serious.
But Yan Mochen did not argue.
"Yes, shizun," he said calmly.
He knew the truth.
And so did Ji Chenqing.
Yan Mochen had entered the Sword Pavilion not to steal—but to return a manual another disciple had taken.
However—
Discipline Peak punished actions, not motives.
Rules were blind.
"Fifty lashes," Ji Chenqing said evenly.
"Spiritual veins sealed for seven days."
"Kneel until dawn."
The punishment was heavy.
Too heavy.
Even elders frowned.
The lashes fell.
One.
Ten.
Twenty.
Yan Mochen did not cry out.
Blood soaked into the stone.
At the fortieth lash, something changed.
Inside Ji Chenqing's body, spiritual energy surged violently.
Memories collided.
Thoughts split.
At the same moment, a cold voice rang in his mind.
[Warning.]
[Key character instability detected.]
[Narrative pressure overload.]
Ji Chenqing staggered.
And collapsed.
Yan Mochen watched this happen.
From the ground.
From below the platform.
His expression did not change.
But inside—
So even he can fall.
The thought was quiet.
Cold.
Not hateful.
Yet.
When Ji Chenqing woke again, he was lying in the main hall.
White curtains swayed gently.
Elder Shen Ruoyi sat beside the bed.
"Peak Lord," he said softly. "You're awake."
Ji Chenqing's eyes were calm.
Too calm.
"…The disciple," he said.
"…Still kneeling," Shen Ruoyi replied.
Ji Chenqing closed his eyes briefly.
Inside his mind, the system spoke again.
[Role binding complete: Ji Chenqing.]
[Current points: 100.]
[Points below zero will result in erasure.]
Erasure.
Death.
Ji Chenqing understood.
This was not illness.
Not qi deviation.
This was punishment—for the villain role.
He opened his eyes again.
There was no panic.
Only interest.
"Prepare my cloak," he said.
Shen Ruoyi was startled. "Peak Lord is going personally?"
"Yes."
Because Ji Chenqing had realized something important.
The plot had already begun.
And this time—
The villain was awake.
End of Chapter 1