I manage female characters in all the heavens.

I manage female characters in all the heavens.

Author: Da Feng Bu Fa Dian

Summary:

When Yue Lingshan drew her sword from Mount Hua, none dared disobey her; she dominated the world.

Li Mochou overpowered the Five Greats in the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, displaying unparalleled elegance and talent.

With the introduction of Iron Heart Orchid into the transplanted flower garden, is Mingyu invincible?

With the power of Yunluo County over the entire world, will he ascend the throne and declare himself emperor?

The time travelers gasped in shock, exclaiming that the world had been polluted!

Having completed the trusteeship and returned with renewed strength, Song Yi chuckled smugly, concealing his achievements and fame.

However, just as he was about to use his martial arts skills to become the world's unseen emperor, he realized that extraordinary abilities had already spread throughout the world.

Amidst overwhelming power and ninjutsu, the Force and magic dance together, turning the entire world into chaos.

He will continue to fight through novels such as Ling Cage, Black Robe, Chinese Paladin, A Chinese Ghost Story, Mortal's Journey, Battle Through the Heavens, Shrouding the Sky, and Devouring.

Main text

Chapter 1 Rebirth on Mount Hua, Starting with Hanging

Mount Hua, late in the Yin hour (3-5 AM).

Before dawn, the inky darkness still enveloped the mountain peaks.

In Yue Lingshan's boudoir, a flickering candle reflected a youthful yet stunningly beautiful face in a bronze mirror.

That was herself.

Song Yi stared at the person in the mirror, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He, an ordinary young man in the 21st century, stepped on a banana peel on his way to buy groceries, and when he opened his eyes again, he had become Yue Lingshan, the twelve-year-old young lady of the Huashan Sect.

Time travel? Gender swap? Or something even more outrageous?

He tried pinching his thigh, banging his head against the wall, and even burying his face in a basin of cold water.

The mirror was icy cold, yet the almond-shaped eyes reflected in it still gazed at him with a watery, girlish charm.

Not a dream.

“Nonsense…” Song Yi, or rather, “Yue Lingshan” at this moment, squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

My gaze swept across the roof beam, where a sturdy wooden rafter lay horizontally.

A moment later, a roll of white silk, which seemed to have been pulled from the bottom of some box, was thrown up by her.

He got on the stool, tied a knot, and put the noose around his neck—all in one smooth motion.

—My life is ruined, let's start over!

Then came an indescribable silence.

He took deep breaths repeatedly, mentally preparing himself again and again, telling himself that this was a dream, and a nightmare at that, and that he had to start over.

But both arms and legs were stiff as if they had been dead for three days, completely unable to move.

Is this really a dream? It feels so real. If I die, will I really get to die again?

Even she couldn't remain calm in this situation and had to decisively restart.

We should avoid this sharp edge!

Should we just forget about it?

Just as he was about to give up, thinking that since he was already here, he might as well explore the area first—

"Thump—!!!"

This is the wake-up bell for Mount Hua.

The loud and resonant sound of the bell, like a giant hammer, shattered the silence of Mount Hua and crashed into her confused mind.

His mind went blank for a moment, as if he were in a dream, and his whole body jolted, causing him to kick over the stool.

I was scared.

With a creak, the white silk suddenly tightened.

The moment my body was suspended in mid-air, a feeling of suffocation surged in like a tide, and my vision quickly blurred and went black.

His survival instinct drove him to struggle frantically, his limbs flailing uncontrollably.

"Uh...I...gurgle..."

The tongue protruded uncontrollably, and the trachea was tightly constricted, producing a strange hoarse sound.

Damn it, who rang the bell? I wish you childlessness!

On the training ground, Yue Buqun, dressed in a blue robe, stood with his hands behind his back.

The morning breeze brushed against the three long strands of his beard, revealing his refined and scholarly appearance, yet his eyes swept over the disciples who were arriving one after another with the sharpness of a hawk.

Lao Denuo is hardworking and resilient, but unfortunately he is a traitor to the Songshan Sect.

Liang Fa and Shi Daizi were diligent, but their talents were mediocre and they were not capable of great things.

Linghu Chong is exceptionally talented, but he is lazy, cynical, and lacks a sense of responsibility, making him unable to shoulder burdens...

Gao Genming, Lu Dayou...

As he looked at each one, Yue Buqun's nerves tightened more and more.

Mount Hua is in decline, its talents are dwindling, and none of its members are of any use.

He couldn't help but look up at the sky, deeply feeling the weight of the burden on Mount Hua, which no one could share with him.

Who can truly understand the pressure he's under?

As time passed, Yue Buqun's expression gradually darkened, like the thick fog that wouldn't dissipate at dawn on Mount Hua.

Huashan stipulates that disciples must get up at 5 a.m. (卯时) to stand in a stance for one hour, then eat breakfast and begin their day of study and martial arts practice.

In the past, although Yue Lingshan was also slow and occasionally late, Yue Buqun would turn a blind eye because she was his son.

But today, much time has passed, and Yue Lingshan still hasn't appeared!

"You scoundrel!" He clenched his fist quietly in his sleeve. "You can't even endure this little bit of hardship? What kind of behavior is this!"

The Huashan Sect was in grave danger, and as its leader, he was extremely cautious, rising earlier than the rooster and sleeping later than the dog, diligently cultivating his martial arts skills and setting an example for his disciples.

As a result, his own daughter completely ignored his hard work and slept in late, which was too much!

We must strike hard!

Anger mixed with disappointment and a deeper anxiety made him unable to restrain himself any longer. In a flash, he swept towards Yue Lingshan's courtyard like a wisp of smoke.

"Shan'er! You—"

The door was kicked open, and the angry shouting stopped abruptly.

Yue Buqun's pupils suddenly contracted.

Beneath the roof beam, a petite figure swayed helplessly in mid-air, her face already ashen.

"Shan, Shan'er?!"

Swinging is not allowed here!

"Zheng—!"

The clear, melodious sword cry tore through the air, and a condensed, almost tangible purple sword aura swept past, snapping the white silk ribbon in two.

Yue Buqun rushed forward and caught his falling daughter. Her hands were icy cold and her breath was weak.

The Huashan Sect Leader, who always maintained his composure as a "gentleman's swordsman" and remained unfazed even when Mount Tai collapsed before him, was now experiencing a slight tremor in his hands.

"Why did it have to come to this! Shan'er, why did it have to come to this!" His voice was hoarse as he poured all his inner strength into his daughter's body.

"Tell your father what's wrong! I'll do anything to help you! Why... why did you try to take your own life?!"

"You're my only daughter..."

Yue Buqun's face was full of grief, his heart filled with sorrow and confusion.

What on earth happened to drive Shan'er to this point?

Linghu Chong, give me an explanation!

He naturally began to suspect Linghu Chong, particularly regarding his reputation...

The person in his arms gasped sharply, coughed violently, and his eyelids trembled before he finally slowly opened them.

The bewilderment of surviving the ordeal was quickly replaced by a sense of frustration and relief that "Damn, I didn't die."

Feeling the burning pain in his throat and the air rushing back into his lungs, Song Yi resigned himself to his fate.

They're not dead.

So be it if I'm dressed as a woman; being alive is more important than anything else.

Just as he made up his mind to play it safe, a stream of information suddenly flooded into his mind, as if enlightening him.

[Dimensional Talent: Pilot of the Heavens]

[Function: Randomly manages characters from various worlds. During the management period, the host can share the energy, information, and skills gained by the character's growth. After the management ends, the character returns to its original world. Management is not permanent; the end time is random.]

[Currently Managed Character: Yue Lingshan (12 years old) from The Smiling, Proud Wanderer]

Song Yi: "..."

Holy crap, is that a superpower?!

You're only saying this now?!

And what's with "random hosting" and "random end time"?

Is this still my cheat code? Can't you just listen to me?