Eerie Cultivation: From the Start, I Transmigrate Into a Woman

A blood-red sky hangs upside down, its twisted faces staring down as skeletal tentacles churn the air with a rank stench. Li Xiyue opens her eyes and falls straight into a bizarre world of immortal cultivation.

She gave her life to save someone, only to wake up as a frail young girl. Behind the kind-faced steward of the Jinhu Gang, fleshy tendrils writhe beneath his sleeves. At the feet of an immortal-looking master, puppets made from human skin still moan softly.

Amid the seductive promise, “One tael of silver a month, and we’ll grant you an immortal opportunity,” Li Xiyue hears the sticky sound of flesh tearing. Tendrils sprout from the pill she was forced to swallow. The “person” hanging high in the sky opens countless scarlet eyes. In this world, cultivators use mortals as medicine, and the so-called path to immortality is nothing but a curse of devouring flesh and drinking blood.

The good news is that she has a spiritual insight that can see through illusions and resist corruption.

The bad news is that every great cultivator has their eye on her, and even the Xuanwei Art in her sea of consciousness has sprouted sharp fangs.

“Did you hear that, True Lord?”

“Your ‘medicine’ says you taste awful.”

Li Xiyue runs her fingers along her sword’s edge, gazing at the twisted shadow before her, covered in fleshy buds and sharp teeth, and speaks softly.