A sharp, weak cry broke the silence.
Mo Xie felt his consciousness — which had been floating in absolute darkness for what seemed like eternities — crash violently into something small, fragile, and warm.
"What…?"
The crying continued. It was his own. A high-pitched, desperate infant's wail.
His mind — the mind of the Peak Immortal Emperor who had dominated Tianlan for millennia — snapped awake. He remembered everything: the betrayal, Hui Yin's poisoned kiss, the Nectar of Betrayal spreading through his immortal soul, his failed attempt to kill Xue Linghua, and finally… the darkness.
And now this.
He was alive.
More than alive: he had reincarnated.
Through the limited senses of a newborn, he vaguely perceived the warmth of arms holding him, the smell of blood and medicinal herbs, and the soft, exhausted voice of a woman:
"It's a girl… a beautiful girl…"
"A girl?"
Mo Xie's consciousness froze for a moment. Then a cold, deep fury began to rise within him.
"A girl? I, the Immortal Emperor who trampled thousands of women, have reincarnated as… a female?"
But he couldn't move. His new body was too weak, too small. He could only cry, kick weakly, and feel himself being wrapped in soft cloths. He heard the voice of a man — probably his new father — murmuring with emotion:
"Qingyan… we'll call her Mo Qingyan. May the blue mist of the mountain protect her…"
Mo Qingyan.
The name echoed in his mind like a cruel mockery of fate.
As they cleaned him and placed him on his mother's chest to nurse, Mo Xie's consciousness remained awake, alert, and calculating.
"Good… I'm alive. I have a second chance. This time I won't make the same mistakes. This time I'll be crueler, smarter, and more powerful. I'll destroy every one of those traitorous bitches one by one. Xue Linghua, Hui Yin… they will all pay a thousand times over for what they did to me."
Oath after oath formed in his immortal soul, now trapped inside the body of a newborn girl.
"Vengeance. Complete. Absolute. I will make the entire world kneel before me again… even if I have to start from zero."
The following days were a torture of patience for the former Emperor's mind.
His new body was useless. He could only sleep, eat, cry, and shit. He couldn't speak, move with purpose, or even keep his eyes open for long. But his consciousness stayed awake almost constantly, observing, analyzing, planning.
He listened to the conversations of his new parents — an ordinary common family in Blue Mist City, with no power or influence. His father was a low-level cultivator who worked in a herb shop. His mother was a kind and hardworking woman. Both were ecstatic about their "beautiful daughter."
Every time they called him "little girl," "sweet Qingyan," or "my little princess," Mo Xie felt disgust and rage.
"Little princess… if they knew who I really am, they would kneel and tremble in terror."
Months passed. His body grew slowly. He learned to hold his head up, to crawl, to babble meaningless sounds. But his mind remained that of the tyrant who had once been the Peak Immortal Emperor.
He waited.
He waited for the moment when his new body would be strong enough to begin training his soul and recover even a fraction of his former power.
One day, when he was nearly two years old, his parents left him alone for a short while in the small backyard of the house while they tended to the shop. Mo Qingyan was sitting on a blanket, distractedly playing with a smooth stone.
It was then that he tried for the first time to move the Qi in his new body.
And he failed.
Not because he lacked talent. On the contrary. He clearly felt that his constitution was special — extremely suited for cultivation. But there was something else… something strange in the way the Qi flowed through his meridians.
He tried again and again, concentrating his powerful will.
And then he felt it.
A different body.
More delicate meridians.
A completely different distribution of energy.
A lower center of gravity.
And above all… a sensitivity he had never experienced as a man.
Mo Xie frowned (or tried to with his two-year-old face) and looked down at his own body.
Small.
Slender.
With a softness that didn't match his mind.
He touched his chest with his clumsy little hands. There was nothing masculine there. Just soft skin and a flat torso that would one day develop small breasts.
He moved his hand lower, between his legs.
Nothing.
Just a soft slit.
The shock was so great that his mind went blank for several seconds.
Then came the rage.
A blinding, hellish rage that made his tiny body begin to tremble violently.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!
I AM MO XIE! THE IMMORTAL EMPEROR!
HOW DARE I REINCARNATE AS A WOMAN?!"
He wanted to scream, curse, and destroy everything around him. But all that came out of his infant throat was a sharp, frustrated cry.
His parents came running in alarm when they heard him.
"Qingyan! What's wrong, my girl? Did you fall?"
Mo Xie (now Mo Qingyan) continued crying, but inside he burned with fury.
"Two years…
I've wasted two years in this useless body.
But it doesn't matter.
Even if I'm a woman…
Even if this body is weak and disgusting…
I will press forward.
I will train my soul.
I will recover my power.
And when I'm strong enough…
I will destroy everyone who betrayed me.
I will make them suffer a thousand times more than I suffered."
Little by little, the crying stopped. His parents comforted him, thinking it had only been a childish tantrum.
Twelve years had passed since the rebirth.
Blue Mist City, a small and peaceful settlement at the foot of the mountains, continued its usual routine under the cloudy sky. In the backyard of a modest wooden and stone house, two figures faced each other under the afternoon sun.
Mo Qingyan, now a 14-year-old girl, stood with her legs apart in a combat stance. She wore a simple, light gray training robe that was fitted enough to allow free movement but didn't reveal too much. Her long black hair was tied in a high ponytail, and her dark violet eyes shone with an intensity that didn't belong to her age.
Standing in front of her was her father, Mo Tian, a man around 35 years old with a sturdy but unremarkable build. He was a low-level cultivator, barely at the Mid Qi Refining stage, and mainly worked selling medicinal herbs at the family shop.
"Attack again, Qingyan!" Mo Tian exclaimed, raising his fists in guard. "Don't hold back."
Mo Qingyan didn't respond with words. Her feet moved with fluid precision. In an instant, she closed the distance and unleashed a series of direct strikes at her father's torso.
Each punch carried controlled but impressive power for someone her age.
Mo Tian blocked the first, the second, but the third forced him back several steps. His eyes widened in surprise.
"Again!" he shouted, regaining his balance.
The girl spun on herself and launched a high circular kick. Mo Tian stopped it with his forearm, but the impact made him grunt in pain. He retreated again, shaking his arm.
"Qingyan… how is this possible?" he murmured, breathing heavily. "Just a few months ago you were at the Initial Qi Refining stage… and now I feel like you're about to break through to the Peak."
Mo Qingyan paused for a moment, lowering her hands. Her expression was cold and arrogant, very different from that of a normal girl. Inside, the consciousness of the former Peak Immortal Emperor smiled with satisfaction.
"Of course I'm progressing quickly," she thought. "I possess the knowledge and will of a Peak Immortal Emperor. This mediocre body only needs to obey my commands."
"Father, let's continue," she said in a calm but firm voice. "I want to reach Peak Qi Refining before I turn 15."
Mo Tian let out an incredulous yet proud laugh.
"You're a monster, daughter. I've never seen anyone your age progress this fast. The neighbors are already whispering that you're a hidden genius of the city. If you keep this up, the Cloudy Mountain Academy will accept you without any problems when you turn 16."
Mo Qingyan didn't reply. She simply nodded slightly and attacked again.
The next few minutes were an intense exchange. Mo Tian used basic fist and kick techniques he had learned in his youth.
Qingyan, on the other hand, responded with much more precise and efficient movements, combining strength, speed, and Qi control. Every strike she made carried a faint trace of spiritual energy that made the air vibrate slightly.
Mo Tian blocked, counterattacked, retreated, and advanced again. Sweat ran down his forehead. Despite being much larger and more experienced, he found himself increasingly at a disadvantage.
"Good!" he exclaimed when Qingyan dodged a punch and struck him in the ribs with an open palm. "Your Qi control is excellent! I feel like you're already touching Peak Qi Refining. How do you do it?"
"Because I remember what real power feels like," Mo Qingyan thought without saying it aloud.
They continued sparring for nearly an hour. The backyard filled with the sounds of impacts, heavy breathing, and the occasional crunch of earth beneath their feet. Mo Tian ended up exhausted, his robe soaked with sweat and light bruises on his arms. Qingyan, by contrast, was barely breathing hard. Her face maintained that cold, arrogant expression her father attributed to her "natural talent."
"Enough… enough for today," Mo Tian finally said, raising a hand. "If we keep going, you're going to break my ribs. You're too strong for your age, Qingyan. We'll continue tomorrow."
The girl nodded with apparent respect.
"As you say, Father."
Mo Tian approached and gave her an affectionate pat on the shoulder, though he had to hide a grimace of pain.
"Go take a bath. You've earned it. Your mother already prepared the hot water."
Qingyan bowed slightly and headed toward the house without another word.
Once inside, she walked down the narrow hallway to the family's small bathroom. It was a simple space: a large wooden tub filled with steaming water, clean towels, and a polished bronze mirror hanging on the wall.
She closed the door carefully and began removing her sweat-soaked training robe. First the shoes, then the top, revealing her slender, pale torso. Finally, she let the pants drop.
When she stood completely naked in front of the mirror, Mo Qingyan stopped.
For the first time in a long while, she looked at herself with real attention.
The body reflected in the mirror was no longer that of a child. It was that of a 14-year-old girl in the middle of development, but already possessing proportions that drew attention.
Her waist was extremely narrow, creating a striking contrast with hips that were beginning to widen noticeably. Her breasts were small but firm and well-shaped, with pink nipples that hardened slightly from the temperature change. Her legs were long and slender, but what stood out most was her ass: large, round, and perfectly defined, with a pronounced curve that made it look full and tempting even at rest.
Mo Qingyan turned slowly, observing her profile in the mirror.
Her ass looked even larger from that angle. Round, firm, with an almost perfect heart shape. The skin was as smooth as jade, without a single flaw.
She stared at herself in silence for several minutes.
The consciousness of the former Peak Immortal Emperor — who had once dominated continents and fucked thousands of women — was now trapped in this female body.
A wave of contradictory emotions washed over her.
First, pure fury.
"This… this is my new body? A weak, feminine vessel? With these ridiculous curves?"
She touched her chest with her hands. She felt the softness, the sensitivity. Her hands moved down to her hips, then to her ass. She squeezed it lightly and felt the flesh yield elastically under her fingers.
"It's… big. Too big. And this ass… it moves when I walk. It's impossible to ignore."
Then came a second, deeper and more disturbing emotion: a strange fascination mixed with rejection.
She turned back toward the mirror and studied her face. It was devastatingly beautiful. Large, almond-shaped dark violet eyes, full lips, a delicate nose, perfect skin. Even at only 14 years old, one could already see the beauty that would drive men crazy in the future.
Mo Qingyan frowned.
"This body is a tool. Nothing more. I will use it for revenge. I will strengthen it until no one can touch me without my permission."
However, as she stepped into the tub of hot water, she couldn't help but continue feeling the difference. The water caressed her skin in a way she didn't remember. Her nipples reacted to the heat, hardening. When she sat down, she felt how her large ass sank softly into the bottom of the tub, occupying more space than she expected.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Two more years. Just two more years and I'll enter the Cloudy Mountain Academy.
That's when it will truly begin. I will train this body until it becomes a weapon. And when I'm strong enough…"
She opened her eyes. A cold, murderous determination shone in them.
"…I will make all those bitches from my previous harem kneel and beg for mercy."
She remained silent inside the hot water for a long time, staring at her own body reflected on the surface.
Beautiful.
Delicate.
Feminine.
And yet, inhabited by the mind of the cruelest tyrant Tianlan had ever known.
Mo Qingyan clenched her fists under the water.
"So be it.
Even if this body is that of a woman…
it will be the body with which I conquer the world once again."