Gender Swap: Young Master, That Pulse Doesn't Seem Like a Man's

In a back-alley apothecary, the physician took Gu Qing's pulse and his expression changed.

“This pulse doesn't feel like a man's.”

The physician didn't know that the pulse beneath his fingers belonged not to a young rogue cultivator, but to the life Shen Qingluo, the Shen family's second young lady, had hidden away.

Three days ago, Shen Qingluo had died once.

When she woke, she was trapped in the Shen family's main residence by day and went out under Gu Qing's name at night. Every extra step Gu Qing took outside meant another debt Shen Qingluo had to pay back at home.

The pulse the physician found outside became an entry in a medical ledger back at the residence.

The chance at survival Gu Qing had fought for outside became a leash that the people watching Shen Qingluo in the main residence could tighten.

She couldn't explain.

Say a single word, and Gu Qing would die.

Take one step back, and Shen Qingluo would be priced, sealed away, and sent off.

The Blood Cherry Pearl offered one cold, clear path:

Follow the righteous path, and thirty years might not be enough to build a foundation.

Follow the wicked path, and she could reach the Golden Core Realm in three.

Shen Qingluo looked at the red marks still lingering on her wrist and smiled slowly.

“Then let's start by settling this debt.”