The era of high martial arts.

Wang Xian, an eighth-level half-step martial god, fought vigorously throughout his life and died in the end defending his country and protecting his people.

As a result, he was accidentally reborn into his teenage years and met the cool campus goddess, Ye Miyue, who became a masseuse in his own martial arts gym.

"How long have you been doing this?"

"The first time..." The school beauty lowered her head.

Wang Xian remembered clearly that although Ye Miyue had not yet awakened her talent for martial arts at that time, she was the moonlight goddess of almost all the boys in the school with her excellent liberal arts performance, peerless beauty, and cold and aloof temperament.

I am no exception.

It’s just that I had no connection with her in my previous life, and I didn’t expect to meet her in this way.

Unfortunately, today the city was attacked by the S-class monster 'Wind King Falcon', and half of the city streets were destroyed.

Ye Miyue died in this disaster on her way home.

Now that he has a new life, facing the campus goddess of his youth, Wang Xian resolutely decides to give her an extra hour!

then.

"My hands are weak..." the school beauty with a blushing face said in a low voice with relief.

Wang Xian pointed at the school beauty's slender calves and said:

"Who said only hands can be used? Aren't there feet as well?"

"Add more time, keep going!"

Tang Mo transmigrated into an exhilarating cultivation novel. Upon learning the plot, he refused to continue being a cannon fodder lapdog and tool for others.

Resolutely, he left the sect, determined to establish his own path and live a good life.

However, on his way down the mountain, compassion stirred in his heart, and he picked up a pitiful, dying girl. Unexpectedly, this act of kindness brought him back none other than the villainous boss—the Demon Empress—who, in the years to come, would love him to the depths of her soul!

The Demon Empress: “Everyone deceived and harmed me, but you alone treated me sincerely. Since you were the one who barged into my desolate fate, healed my body, soothed my heart, and redeemed me, you will never have the chance to leave again…”

As time passed, his life only grew better. He transformed into a legendary master of alchemy and medicine, astonishing the three realms. With pills in one hand and medical skills in the other, his spiritual eyes could pierce through destiny itself. Immortal sects vied to win his favor, and great cultivators flocked to him without end.

The Grandmaster of Alchemy praised him, saying: “One pill can unlock the Dao of the Three Realms, and one medicine can reverse the gates of life and death.”

Meanwhile, his former junior and senior sisters, now wracked with regret, wept until their hearts nearly shattered, begging for forgiveness.

Tang Mo merely cast them a cold glance and said indifferently: “Sincerity is as worthless as dirt. A broken mirror cannot be made whole again.”

But in his heart, he scoffed: Weren’t you all supposed to follow the original plot and cling desperately to the protagonist? And now, you’re here wallowing in regret over me? Ridiculous