Wei Dan Sheng

Xi Cui leaned against the wall, holding a bowl of rice, spooning it into her mouth.

The sun was too scorching.

She felt like a sun-dried fish, drenched in sweat, drying, then drenched again. If she wrung out her clothes, quite a few salt crystals would likely fall out, and her whole body exuded the stench of dead fish and rotten shrimp.

The bowl of brown rice was heaped full, covered with a layer of black beans and green vegetables, with hardly any oil, looking utterly unappetizing. Especially after Xi Cui saw her hairy arm holding the bowl, she completely lost her appetite.

As a vibrant young woman, she had now transmigrated into the body of a burly man. No matter how strong her psyche, it was hard to accept this appearance. She was no longer the fragrant, soft woman she once was; now her gender was male, a dark-faced, eight-foot-tall strongman with a bushy beard.

All of this was because she had read a book called "Taiping Yi Nu."

This novel was very well-written, with a story revolving around the female lead, Wu Huai Fei, practicing medicine to save people. The final outcome was the female lead and male lead, Gao Qian, becoming a married couple. The plot was full of unexpected twists, with climaxes occurring frequently, especially when the female lead slapped the female supporting character, Wu Xi Cui. It could be said to be both melodramatic and satisfying.

Xi Cui spent three full days reading the book, utterly engrossed. The only unexpected thing was that the female supporting character in the book, Wu Xi Cui, shared the same name as her.

Every story always has supporting characters to drive the plot forward, and Wu Xi Cui was one of them.

She was the female lead's unrelated younger sister, ugly in appearance, ungrateful, coveting the male lead—a standard villainous female supporting character who specialized in obstructing the female lead.

Same name, same surname—it was a coincidence. Xi Cui was a little unaccustomed to it but then paid it no mind.

But what she never expected was that after staying up all night to finish reading, turning off her phone to sleep, she had transmigrated. She transmigrated into this novel and was bound by an icy system, which demanded that she conquer the male supporting character, Wei Dan Sheng.

Xi Cui asked, "Can I refuse?"

System: [No.]

Are you kidding? She herself had never even had a fleeting romance; where would she get the experience to conquer someone else?

But the system operated like an emotionless, cold, and cruel machine.

Without another word, it threw her directly to this place—a mountain bandit stronghold on Biao Er Mountain, Qing Yang County.

She became a fierce and terrifying mountain bandit in the stronghold.

No matter how Xi Cui screamed about a mistake, asking if she wanted to transmigrate, she should at least transmigrate into the female supporting character Wu Xi Cui. What was this, transmigrating into a mountain bandit?! The system remained as firm as a rock, unswayed.

Xi Cui assessed herself from head to toe, finally accepting this tragic reality. She, now a burly, muscular man, had the goal of conquering the elegant and refined male god from the book—Wei Dan Sheng.

This Wei Dan Sheng was considered a very legendary character in the book. The Wei family had served as officials for generations. When he was ten years old, Wei Dan Sheng followed his father, Wei Zong Lin, to Qing Yang County to take up office.

Qing Yang County was located in a remote area, where mountain bandits often blocked roads and robbed travelers. The mountain bandits, seeing Wei Dan Sheng dressed richly, conceived evil intentions and captured him, taking him back to their stronghold.

By the time Wei Zong Lin rescued his son, it was too late. One of Wei Dan Sheng's legs had been crippled, rendering him disabled.

No one knew what exactly happened to Wei Dan Sheng while he was in the bandit stronghold.

But after enduring this calamity, he was left with a heavy psychological trauma, unable to sleep peacefully night after night.

The Wei family worried about him. Half a year later, they entrusted Wei Dan Sheng to Great Master Shan, the abbot of Kongshan Temple, to care for him and allow him to diligently study Buddhist Dharma.

At eighteen, the Wei family's Third Young Master descended the mountain, returned to secular life, and still considered himself a Buddhist disciple. Because he was immersed in Buddhist Dharma year-round, possessed a compassionate heart, and was optimistic and benevolent, coupled with his delicate, feminine appearance, people in the imperial capital called him the Little Bodhisattva.

Due to the lingering effects of his childhood injury, his leg was severely crippled; on rainy days, he couldn't even walk.

Fortunately, the medical skills of the female lead, Wu Huai Fei, alleviated his illness. Wu Huai Fei had a gentle personality and a pure, elegant appearance. She often helped him provide relief to the common people, and over time, feelings developed. Wei Dan Sheng then fell in love with the female lead.

Alas, the fate of gentle male supporting characters was mostly the same: they all ended in a melancholic sorrow, only able to smile and wish the female lead and Gao Qian well, leaving this love triangle.

For her to use this dark-faced strongman's body to conquer Wei Dan Sheng, Wei Dan Sheng would have to be blind to favor her.

The system then informed her that it was still the fifth year of Yuan Ping, and the story of "Taiping Yi Nu" had not yet begun. Wei Dan Sheng was only ten years old at this time, having just been captured by the bandit stronghold and suffering a broken leg. She still had a chance to warm him, heal him, and soothe his small soul.

Xi Cui: ...

Wei Dan Sheng was only ten years old!

But with this grotesque appearance, what could she do? Should she bare her hairy, muscular chest to warm Wei Dan Sheng?!

Recalling her thoughts, Xi Cui looked at the brown rice in her bowl, chewed the bitter green vegetables, and painstakingly swallowed her meal.

Not only were the green vegetables bitter, but her heart was also bitter.

What was done was done; the system would not change its mind. She could only fill her stomach first, then slowly plan her next move.

Following Xi Cui's gaze forward, there was a large locust tree. Two or three crude strongmen were wrestling shirtless, each exerting savage strength, their faces red and roaring, sweat falling onto the yellow earth, soaking into small round spots.

"He still doesn't want to eat?"

As she swallowed, a voice suddenly sounded above her head.

Xi Cui looked up and saw a strongman as tall as an iron tower standing before her, asking gruffly.

She turned her head, pouting towards the small straw hut behind her. "He refuses to eat."

The strongman became enraged, kicked open the door, and cursed wildly.

Inside the straw hut, it was dark and dirty, the hot weather making it feel like a giant steamer.

As soon as the door was kicked open, the smell of sweat and foulness wafted out from the room.

In the corner, a ten-year-old boy was curled up, his hair messy like a bird's nest. The brocade clothes on his body were torn, stained with yellow and red patches, so dirty it was nauseating.

The yellow stains were dried urine, and the red stains were congealed blood.

The strongman stepped forward and kicked him, cursing loudly.

Perhaps the smell in the straw hut was too unbearable; not long after, he frowned and walked out, pointing at Xi Cui and saying, "Later, you watch him eat. Even if he doesn't want to, he must eat. Even if you have to force it down him. Keep an eye on him; don't let him die."

Xi Cui had no appetite to begin with. Hearing him say that, she immediately put down her bowl.

She had only transmigrated into this bandit stronghold three days ago. The mountain bandits here lived by licking blood from the blade's edge. She was not considered a person of any standing here, so she had no opportunity to interact with Wei Dan Sheng.

It wasn't until today that they assigned her to guard this straw hut, ensuring Wei Dan Sheng didn't escape.

In truth, Xi Cui didn't need to guard him; Wei Dan Sheng couldn't escape anyway. He was too young, let alone dragging an injured leg.

Although mentally prepared, when Xi Cui entered the room, the stench still made her eyes water.

An indescribably pungent odor filled the entire straw hut.

During this time, Wei Dan Sheng had eaten and relieved himself in place; no one had come to clean up. Reflecting on it, one could imagine how "wonderful" the smell inside truly was.

Xi Cui held her breath, bent down, and examined his condition.

A child lay amidst the refuse, the target of her conquest, the male supporting character Wei Dan Sheng from "Taiping Yi Nu."

Alas, unlike the male god known as the Little Bodhisattva in the book, Wei Dan Sheng now had his eyes tightly shut, his lips dry and cracked, his face so dirty that his features were indistinguishable.

The wound on his leg had only been simply treated; flies buzzed around it. His tattered clothes barely covered his body, like a filthy shroud.

Xi Cui's throat tightened.

It might not be good to disparage him, but he was so dirty that Xi Cui felt a little nauseous.

"Wake up," she poked his face.

Wei Dan Sheng was like a torn cloth sack, showing no reaction.

Seeing his face abnormally flushed, Xi Cui's heart thumped.

The weather was so hot; could he be suffering from heatstroke?

Thinking of this, Xi Cui reached out to touch his forehead. The temperature under her hand was abnormally hot.

Without time to think further, Xi Cui quickly ran out to call for help. Although the mountain bandits on Biao Er Mountain had captured Wei Dan Sheng, they had no intention of letting him die.

As soon as she spoke, not long after, someone arrived at the straw hut.

The newcomer was repelled by the smell in the room, stepping back, spitting on the ground, and ordering Xi Cui, "What are you standing there for? Carry him out."

Transmigrating into a burly man also had its advantages. For example, now, she lifted Wei Dan Sheng as easily as carrying a chick, without expending any effort.

Xi Cui had no experience in handling such a situation. She could only carry Wei Dan Sheng to the shade of the large locust tree, letting those with experience take over.

Several strongmen pressed his philtrum and splashed water, struggling for over half a day. Wei Dan Sheng's eyelashes fluttered, and he finally slowly regained consciousness.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves onto the ground, light and shadow flickering and swaying.

The young boy's eyes blinked hazily, unfocused.

In his daze, he only saw a dark-faced, bare-chested strongman looking down at him with a surprised expression, his eyes wide like brass bells.

"Hey! Are you awake?!"