"Banish him. Strip him of his title. Execute him in seven days."
The hall fell into a heavy silence.
Xu Qingxian, dazed and kneeling beneath a mountain of gazes, didn't understand what was happening. His limbs trembled. His spirit veins burned.
He had no mory of this demoness. Yet the officials shouted for his death as if he'd slaughtered the royal line.
"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince secretly released the demonic goddess from another country—he must be severely punished!"
"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince is profligate and devoid of principles. He should be executed to set an example for the others!"
"Your Majesty, please dethrone the Crown Prince, banish him to the Cold Palace, and execute him!"
"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince has no morals. Please banish him to the Cold Palace!"
In the Great Hall of Governnt, every civil and military official had gathered. Each wore a grave expression while pleading with His Majesty to dethrone the Crown Prince.
The Emperor of the Xu Dynasty sat atop his jade throne.
He looked at the confused Crown Prince—his cultivation abolished—and said coldly, "Approved. Remove Xu Qingxian's title of Crown Prince and banish him to the Cold Palace. He is not allowed to leave and will be executed in seven days!"
…
The Cold Palace was a place no one spoke of, save in whispers.
Tucked deep within the crumbling walls of the Imperial Capital, it was the burial ground for disgraced royals, fallen nobles, and the unwanted remnants of dynastic sha.
To be thrown into the Cold Palace was to be erased while still breathing.
Xu Qingxian woke up in chains.
Not the heavy iron chains of a prison, but ceremonial bindings—gilded with the imperial sigil, fastened loosely at his wrists and ankles, engraved with phrases like "eternal disgrace" and "irredeemable sin."
He lay there on a cracked stone platform in the central hall, worn by ti and cold wind, his body weak and mind disoriented.
He wasn't supposed to be here. Not just because he didn't belong in the palace—he didn't belong in this world.
His na had once been Xu Qingxian, yes, but in another life. On Earth, he had been a university student, quiet and unremarkable.
One week ago, he received a strange ssage on his phone:
[You have been invited to the Transmigration Group Chat. Estimated Transmigration: 7 days.]
He thought it was a joke. So elaborate roleplay, or a scam app ant to mine his data. He laughed, ignored it, and kept living his life.
Until the countdown hit zero.
Then everything changed.
Now he was here—in the body of a disgraced prince of the Xu Dynasty.
A prince who had, according to fragnted mories, been deceived into breaking the seal of a forbidden coffin deep beneath the royal temple.
A prince who had released a demoness.
A devil woman with eyes like night and a smile like death.
He had been tossed into the Cold Palace to rot quietly.
His spiritual roots were cut. His ridians sealed. His dantian shattered.
He was now, in the eyes of the cultivation world, no different from a crippled mortal.
Until it appeared.
[System Awakening Complete.]
[Host: Xu Qingxian.]
[Attribute Allocation System Initialized.]
The golden text floated gently before his eyes, flickering in and out as if part of the air. He couldn't touch it. Couldn't blink it away.
He stared.
Then slowly exhaled.
"Is this a dream?" He still couldn't believe he had truly transmigrated. But seeing the system, he was forced to accept it. After all, wasn't this the cheat all transmigrators had?
Calming himself, Xu Qingxian muttered in his heart, 'System, tell your function...'
He wasn't certain, but he felt the system could understand him.
[Using the Attribute Allocation System, you can allocate Attribute Points to your cultivation techniques.]
[No Attribute Points available.]
[Detected Cultivation Technique: "Basic Sword Technique"]
[Insert Attribute Point to evolve.]
"Basic Sword Technique…"
He almost laughed. Because his talent was too low, it was the only technique his predecessor could master. The technique was the most worthless in the cultivation world.
Xu Qingxian sighed and asked internally, 'How do I get Attribute Points?'
He urgently wanted to find out how the system worked—and if it could truly help him beco unparalleled. His execution was in seven days, and Xu Qingxian was unwilling to die without a fight!
Just then, a vibration caught his attention.
Xu Qingxian was stunned.
'Was that… my phone? What the hell?'
He stood up weakly and turned his attention to his robes.
Tucked inside was a… phone.
It looked sleek. Modern. Functional.
With trembling hands, he retrieved it.
"What the hell? How did my phone transmigrate with ?"
He stared at the glowing screen in disbelief.
A new notification blinked.
[Transmigration Group Chat – 3 New ssages]
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Winter Immortal: The transmigrators should rember to sign in before their data runs out. Otherwise, you'll have to spend spirit stones to recharge.
Big Fatty: True, I still regret missing my first sign-in. I was too lazy and didn't follow the advice of the big bosses.
Wandering Monarch: I just signed in and received a Chaos Treasure, haha! I feel so blessed!
Winter Immortal: Too OP. That's insane…
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Xu Qingxian's eyes widened. "A Chaos Treasure?"
Could sothing that valuable truly exist?
He quickly noticed the [Check-In] button glowing in the corner.
Without hesitation, he tapped it.
[Day 1 Check-In Complete.]
[ 1 Low-Grade Spirit Stone]
Seeing the ssage, he was overjoyed. But his joy quickly turned into confusion—where was the spirit stone?
He glanced around and spotted a small object not far from him. Reaching out, he grasped it lightly.
A faint glow pulsed in his palm. It was smooth to the touch and radiated a gentle warmth—a spirit stone.
The mont he held it, translucent words materialized before his eyes:
[Convert Spirit Stone into Attribute Point?]
[Y/N]
His lips felt dry. Still, he didn't hesitate.
'Yes.'
[Conversion Complete.]
[ 1 Attribute Point Gained.]
[Allocate Attribute Point to Basic Sword Technique?]
[Y/N]
'Yes.' Xu Qingxian nodded inwardly.
The system screen showed the attribute point reduce to zero.
Then it happened.
A stream of information surged into his mind.
His consciousness shifted.
The fragnted mory of a simple sword slash began to rearrange itself. He could now see it, the flawed wrist motion, the energy wasted in the stance, and the unbalanced breathing.
And then, clarity.
[Technique evolved: Refined Sword Technique.]
Though the chains still bound his body, in his mind, he moved freely. He practiced the slash once. Then again. Each repetition was sharper than the last.
For the first ti since awakening, Xu Qingxian smiled.
Overco with excitent, Xu Qingxian quickly opened his phone and jumped into the transmigration group chat.
But the mont he saw the ssages, his eyes widened.
Jade Beauty: You won't believe it, guys; when I transmigrated, I was sealed in a coffin. Fortunately i bewitched a young prince and ended up freeing myself. Now I'm on the run with my life…
The demoness… was a transmigrator?
What?
Overjoyed, Xu Qingxian quickly unlocked his phone and tapped into the transmigration group chat.
The very next mont, his eyes widened in shock.
Jade Beauty: You won't believe it, guys. When I transmigrated, I was sealed inside a coffin. Fortunately, I managed to bewitch a young prince and escape. Now I'm on the run, fighting for my life.
The demoness was a transmigrator?
What?
Staring at his phone screen, Xu Qingxian stood in a daze, mind spinning like a broken compass. His fingers trembled slightly, heart racing as he processed the strange revelation.
Winter Immortal: What? Haha, that's hilarious. Anyway, you're not even in the top ten craziest transmigration locations.
Wandering Immortal: Yeah, right. I rember when I transmigrated into a new world. My predecessor had just died in the middle of a war, surrounded by a horde of demon beasts. Luckily, I survived, thanks to my golden finger.
Jade Beauty: Huh? You guys have golden fingers? I thought it was just .
Big Fatty: Little girl, don't overestimate yourself. Golden fingers are common among all transmigrators.
Jade Beauty: What does your golden finger do?
Big Fatty: I don't know, it just makes stronger, I guess…
The fatty was being annoyingly vague, refusing to reveal any specific details about his golden finger.
Seeing this, Xu Qingxian frowned. It seed the transmigration chat group wasn't as friendly or united as he had first imagined. Everyone was holding back.
He exhaled slowly and leaned back against the cracked wooden wall of the cold palace. Clearly, he had to be cautious when sharing anything about his own golden finger.
There was also the disturbing fact that the demoness existed in his world. That wasn't sothing he could ignore.
Xu Qingxian felt a headache creeping in, dull and pulsing behind his temples. The thoughts swirling in his mind refused to settle.
He hesitated for a mont, fingers hovering above the screen, then finally typed.
Carefree Immortal: Guys, do we all get transmigrated into the sa world?
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