In my previous life, I was busy coaxing a new target into buying me a Carnival gift while I was conning three girlfriends out of their savings. "Big brother got into a car accident. I need money for surgery..." Before I could finish, a fully insured semi-truck sent me soaring into the world of cultivation.
The moment I opened my eyes, I stole the coffin money of the dying old beggar who'd saved me. "Old man, I'll use this money to ward off your misfortune!"
Ten years later, wanted posters covered the whole city:
"Wanted: Female con artist Li Qinqin. Claims to be a mighty Qi Refining expert and specializes in swindling fellow cultivators out of their spirit stones."
I kicked the notice aside and sneered. "Bullshit! I'm clearly at Foundation Establishment!"
Back in my old line of work, I made a name for myself as a famous female con artist, until I swindled the Son of Fortune, who looked as gentle as jade, in a secret realm.
When the trap sprang, I grinned. "This one's in the bag. I know better than anyone how to bleed men dry. I'll con him until he doesn't even have his underwear left..."
Instead, he pinned me against the stone wall. "As my bed-warming attendant, you need to learn some manners."
He leisurely untied my sash. "Call me Master, and I'll teach you how to stay alive."
The desire churning inside me told me that this time, I hadn't just run into an iron plate. I'd run into a branding iron.
