There's Something Sinister About My Cultivation Narrator

Ye Wuyou’s cultivation talent was far from ideal.

However... your grandpa has a narration System.

[Dim, dangerous, eerie, an injured woman]

[All the elements are in place. On a moonless, windy night when murder is afoot, in the pitch-black darkness of a bridal chamber, a lone man and woman are confined together in a cell, and she is injured. She is likely extremely weak and needs a handsome, attentive man to care for her properly. If he seizes the opportunity to take advantage of her weakness, he can later refine her into...]

Clang!

In an instant, the figure in white stood before Ye Wuyou with a sword in hand.

The girl’s drifting killing intent left Ye Wuyou stunned for a moment.

He could not win. He absolutely could not win!

Damn narration, give me some information! About this girl right in front of me!

[Height: 167 cm. Weight: 48 kg. Measurements: 92-60-88]

Ye Wuyou looked up at the girl before him, but his view was obstructed and he could not make out her face.

So that is how it is.