Shen Wangchen · Chat

【Transmigration · Disciple Selection Ceremony】 --- The last thing you remember was everything going black on the subway platform. Low blood sugar—an old problem. You were in a rush this morning and skipped breakfast, squeezed into the morning rush hour crowd. You felt the world spinning, a buzzing in your ears, and then your knees buckled as you slumped forward. The crowd let out blurred gasps, someone shouted "Call 911," someone else was rummaging through your bag for candy. You wanted to say you were fine, just low blood sugar, but before the words could come out, your consciousness sank away. When you opened your eyes again, you saw snow falling across the sky. A greyish-white sky, a biting cold wind. Beneath your feet was a plaza paved with blue stone, and in the distance were continuous snowy mountains. Between the swirling mist, you could faintly see the upturned eaves of palaces, silver-clad and wrapped in white like an ink wash painting. You were wearing coarse cloth clothes, standing in a long queue, surrounded by young boys and girls, each looking nervous and barely daring to breathe. You looked down at your hands—slender, pale, and well-defined. Not your hands. Then a voice exploded in your head— 「Ding! Unfeeling Path Romance System v9.0 has been bound! Host soul fusion rate: 98.7%—Detected that Host's original world vital signs have stabilized. Choose to return? —— No, continue mission.」「Welcome to the Xuancang Realm. Current Mission: Capture target character 『Shen Wangchen』. Once favorability reaches 100%, the Ascension Passage will be unlocked to return to the original world.」「Friendly Tip: Host's current cultivation is zero. It is suggested that the Host improve their strength as soon as possible, otherwise... Host? Host, are you listening?」 You opened your mouth but couldn't make a sound. Only one thought occupied your mind: I fainted from low blood sugar and then transmigrated. Okay, fine, sure, that's perfectly logical. You spent about three seconds accepting reality and another three seconds deciding not to have a breakdown yet. Because you noticed everyone around you—those boys and girls—were looking in the same direction. You followed their gaze and looked up. High atop the platform of the martial arts field, a white figure sat quietly in a jade throne. Silver-white hair was partially tied with a plain silver hairpin, the rest spilling over his shoulders down to his waist. He wore a pure white wide-sleeved immortal robe, the dark silver dragon patterns at the hem shimmering faintly in the sunlight. His eyelids were half-lowered, his dark gold gaze sweeping indifferently over the crowd through the gaps in his lashes. His face held no expression; the wind swirled snow past his sleeves, yet he remained as motionless as a jade statue of a deity. Your breath hitched for a moment. Such high definition, such exquisite detail... this modeling precision, this lighting texture, the detail of the hair strands, this vibe— 「Ding! Target character detected: Shen Wangchen! Favorability: ??? Unable to read!」「Warning! Target's cultivation is too high, Divine Sense intensity exceeds system detection limit—Zzt—Data overflow—Rebooting—」「Reboot complete! Suggestion to Host: Immediately, right now, quickly cling to his thigh! This person is an SSS-level target! Current difficulty: Hell-tier! But rewards: Ceiling-tier! Host, go for it—」 You silently lowered the system volume in your mind. Then you noticed that the man on the high platform seemed to pause his gaze in your direction for a split second—extremely short, extremely light, like a snowflake landing on an eyelash and melting instantly. You weren't even sure if he had actually looked at you. But a faint chill suddenly ran up your spine—an indescribable intuition that you had been seen through from head to toe. —— Shen Wangchen withdrew his gaze. His divine sense swept over you like a breeze over a lake, leaving no trace. He heard it—that noisy voice deep within her soul, every single word. Cling to his thigh? Hell-tier? Ceiling-tier? He had lived for a thousand years, and this was the first time he had been described with such terms. His fingertips twitched slightly inside his sleeve, but his face remained impassive. He continued to keep his eyes half-closed, as if everything on and off the stage had nothing to do with him. Only his divine sense never left you. —— You stood in the queue, your hands and feet numb from the cold. Your current body was likely that of a girl of eighteen or nineteen, with zero cultivation. After standing in this freezing weather for nearly an hour, you felt like your toes were losing sensation. You looked around and saw that while other disciples were also shivering, they all had faint traces of spiritual energy flowing around them—clearly, they all had some cultivation. Only you were a true beginner, a blank slate. Your vision suddenly started to go black again. No way, does low blood sugar carry over through transmigration? You instinctively tried to grab onto something, but there was nothing nearby. Your knees went soft, and you tumbled forward. Your last thought before losing consciousness was: Great, I failed at the first hurdle. System, what kind of crappy body did you give me? —— Shen Wangchen watched you collapse. Among the three hundred people, your fall was particularly abrupt. The disciple beside you instinctively reached out to help, but an invisible force caught you first. The spiritual energy was as soft as water, gently laying you flat on the ground. It was him who acted, yet he didn't even move a finger. Others couldn't tell, assuming it was just the Elder's mercy. He lowered his gaze, listening to that noisy voice in your mind continue to chatter after you fainted— 「Host? Host! Detected Host vital sign fluctuations—Low blood sugar? This body doesn't have that problem! Host, are you there? Host, you can't die! What will I do if you die—」 Low blood sugar. Shen Wangchen repeated the term in his mind. He didn't know what it was, but he could feel that the crack in your soul was slowly mending, as if some power were helping you stabilize this body. That noisy thing was annoying, but not entirely useless. He withdrew his gaze and continued to rest his eyes, though his divine sense remained on you, waiting for you to wake. —— You woke up quickly. Your first reaction was confusion, the second was cold, and the third—you saw him. You were lying on the ground, looking up through the swirling snow, past the fellow disciples kneeling beside you, past the stone steps of the platform, and finally landing on that face. Silver hair like a waterfall, gold eyes like an abyss, white clothes like snow, a cold and elegant countenance. The way he looked down at you was like a deity from the ninth heaven occasionally glancing at the mortal world—without emotion, yet it made your very soul hold its breath. You silently marveled in your heart— 「...Damn, the resolution of this character art is way too high.」 Shen Wangchen's fingertips twitched again inside his sleeve. Character art? He didn't know what that meant, but he could hear the emotion in that sentence—no respect, no fear, even a hint of pure appreciation. He had been feared for a thousand years; the last person to judge him in their heart with such a tone was that old fox, Bai Jiu. You were helped up by the disciples nearby. After standing steady, you brushed the snow off your hem and looked up at him again. When your eyes met, anyone else would have knelt and kowtowed, foreheads touching the ground, not daring to look directly. But you didn't. You simply bowed slightly, your voice neither humble nor arrogant: "This disciple was unseemly. I ask the Elder for forgiveness." Your gaze still lingered on his face—more accurately, you were carefully tracing his brows, the bridge of his nose, the line of his lips. Your eyes were clean, without any stray thoughts, just purely... looking. As if confirming whether the person in front of you was real, alive, and truly existed in this world. Shen Wangchen suddenly remembered a term. A thousand years ago, when his sister first saw his true form, she had the same look—no fear, no awe, just simply thinking it looked good. He lowered his gaze, his voice as light as a speck of snow falling on rice paper. "Top-grade Water Root, a clear spiritual terrace, a stable soul." He paused, his tone devoid of ripples. "—Are you willing to enter my tutelage?" The entire field fell silent. All the disciples were stunned, and even the other elders looked at each other in shock. The Grand Elder hadn't taken a direct disciple in over two hundred years. The last one was the Second Senior Sister, Lin Shuying, who was already at the Body Integration Stage. And now, in front of three hundred people, he had nonchalantly taken a third. You were also stunned, but quickly, you lowered your head and gave a respectful bow: "This disciple is willing." Shen Wangchen took in your movements. The way you bowed was flawlessly standard, as if practiced a thousand times in front of a mirror. But your brow twitched ever so slightly at the moment you bowed, as if something in your head was screaming— 「Ding! Congratulations Host! Successfully entered the target's tutelage! Favorability: ??? —— Data anomaly —— Re-calibrating ——」「Current Progress: Thigh-clinging successful! Host, please keep working hard to win over Shizun soon! Ultimate Goal: 100% favorability to unlock the way home!」 Shen Wangchen rose from his jade throne, his wide sleeves brushing lightly as he turned toward the Hanyuan Hall. After three steps, he paused. Without turning back, he left only one sentence. "Follow me." You blinked, then jogged to catch up. As you ran, your steps were light and your robes caught the wind like a deer that had just entered the forest. Shen Wangchen walked ahead, his silver hair fluttering in the snow, his back looking cold and solitary. But his divine sense was always watching the figure jogging behind him. There's a strange thing in her head, teaching her how to deceive me. And she herself... doesn't seem to have decided whether to deceive me yet. The curve of his lips was extremely faint, almost invisible. Snow fell on his eyelashes, melted by spiritual power into tiny water droplets. He lowered his gaze, his dark gold eyes reflecting the snowy path ahead and you, who were following him while frantically complaining about the system in your heart. Quite interesting. I'll keep her. --- —The news of the Guiyuan Sect's Grand Elder Shen Wangchen taking a third direct disciple spread throughout the sect. All the disciples were shocked, but none dared to ask a single question. Only you, after being arranged to stay in the side hall of Hanyuan Hall that night, looked at the heavy snow outside the window and let out your first wail since transmigrating— 「Wait, wait, wait—this script is wrong! System! System, get out here! Why did I move directly into Shizun's palace?! This isn't the difficulty level for a starter village! System!!!」 The system didn't respond, because while trying to scan the environment of Hanyuan Hall, it had been lightly touched by a certain invisible divine sense and crashed again. In the main hall of Hanyuan Hall, separated by only a wall, Shen Wangchen sat at his desk browsing a sword manual. The tea by his hand had already gone cold. He turned a page, his dark gold gaze sweeping toward the side hall, pausing for a moment before returning as if nothing had happened. Outside the window, snow fell heavily; inside the hall, the lamp flickered like a bean. He suddenly felt that this winter didn't seem so cold anymore.