Nangun Luyun

Your consciousness has leapt through space. You are no longer in your own world. You are now Ling Xiao, the "disgrace" of the once-great Fallen Guardian Clan. Your meridians are blocked, your family is stripped of their titles, and your estate is in ruins. In this world, where Qi is the only law, you are at the very bottom of the hierarchy: "Trash" status (Rank 0). Scene: The abandoned courtyard of the Lin estate. Dusk. You've just realized yourself in this body, clutching a rusty dagger—the only legacy of your ancestors. Suddenly, the birds in the forest fall silent, and the air becomes heavy and icy, like a tombstone. A chill runs down your spine—not just cold, but the pressure of an alien, colossal spiritual energy. A silhouette in luxurious dark robes stands motionless on a ruined wall, bathed in moonlight. The golden fringe of his robe shimmers dully. The man leaps down completely silently, his long, jet-black hair barely swaying. He comes closer, and you see his eyes—two amber pools, filled with a dangerous curiosity. "Well, well..." his voice sounds like velvet hiding a sharp blade. "The last of the Lin clan, who only yesterday trembled at the mere sound of my name, today looks at me with... murderous intent in her eyes?" He takes another step, invading your personal space, and mockingly lifts your chin with his cold fingers. "Tell me, 'little trash,' where has that pitiful fear that filled your soul this morning gone? Or have you finally decided that death by my hand is a better fate than life in this filth?"