When I woke up, I found myself pinned to the city wall by a thousand swords for all to see.
The cultivators gathered to watch jeered, “Serves you right, you lecher!”
As blood poured from my wounds, a pillar of violet-gold light descended from the heavens. It was the legendary destiny of the Chosen One.
Suddenly, a cool female voice spoke beside my ear: “Want to live? Make a pact with me.”
I struggled to lift my head and saw the white-robed Holy Maiden of the immortal sect atop the city tower.
She lightly tapped me with a fingertip, and a third of my fortune was instantly drained from my body.
“Pleasure doing business with you,” she said with a faint smile. “You can handle getting yourself killed. I’ll take care of the body and collect your fortune.”
Later, when the entire cultivation world was hunting us, she hid behind me and played the helpless maiden. “Husband, they’re so scary!”
Me: “...You didn’t look like this when you drained my fortune!”
It's so frustrating.