The wind whispered through towering pine trees as morning mist clung tightly to the earth, hiding the roots and stones beneath a shroud of pale white. Dew glistened on every leaf and branch, and in the distance, a spirit crane let out a mournful cry before vanishing into the clouds.
A young man suddenly opened his eyes.
His breath caught in his throat as he sat up, his palms digging into cold, damp soil. His heart pounded in confusion. The world around him was serene, yet utterly unfamiliar.
"This... isn't my room," he muttered, glancing down at his hands.
They weren't the hands he remembered—no lingering stiffness from years of keyboard strain, no signs of his once sickly lifestyle. These were the hands of someone younger, healthier, and far stronger. He looked at his reflection in a puddle nearby—he was now in the body of a young man with sharp features and bright eyes that held traces of cultivation energy. His clothes were long azure robes, embroidered with faint silver lines resembling flowing clouds.
Before his thoughts could spiral further, a crisp mechanical chime rang in his ears.
[MILF Hunter System successfully bound to Host.]
[Compatibility confirmed – 100%. Binding complete.]
Then came a sweet, sultry voice echoing directly in his mind:
[Greetings, Host. You have been chosen to wield the MILF Hunter System. May your path be filled with mature blossoms and unforgettable dual cultivation encounters!]
He froze. "...Excuse me?"
[System Analysis Complete.
Former status: Software Engineer.
Age: 27. Lifelong Virgin.
Social interaction with women: Statistically negligible. Emotional intimacy: Zero.]
The color drained from his face. It was true… painfully true.
In his past life, he had been a recluse. Years of academic pressure, then office culture, then work deadlines—he had always convinced himself that there would be time later. Time for friends. Time for love. Time for something more.
But "later" never came.
He had never been in a relationship. Never even kissed a girl. In truth, he had barely spoken to them. He spent his youth hiding behind screens, drowning in tasks and simulations, while real life quietly passed him by. His only relationships were imaginary, digital, or buried in fiction.
He had died alone.
And now, he was here.
[Transmigration Successful
. Current Body: Meng Hao
. Age: 17.
Cultivation: 5th level of Qi gathering
Physical Condition: Excellent.
Cultivation Potential: High.
Location: Heaven Gathering Sect – Outer Trial Grounds.]
"Meng Hao…" he muttered aloud, tasting the name as if trying to anchor himself in this unfamiliar identity. He looked down at his new body and clenched his fists. It was real. All of it.
Far in the distance, stone steps wound up a colossal mountain, carved directly into its sheer face. High above floated ethereal palaces, their silhouettes partly hidden behind drifting clouds. Dozens of women in similar robes were climbing the stairway, some chatting nervously, others silently focused.
A glowing jade plaque hovered at the mountain's base, inscribed with golden characters:
Heaven Gathering Sect – Outer Disciple Trials
The voice echoed again:
[Main Mission Unlocked: Be selected by the Sixth Peak Master – Su Lan.]
[Reward: Basic Cultivation Foundation Pack + Feature Unlock.]
[Ding host this world is female dominated world and also the system has a special work like if you fuck a disciple you will get 1 month of cultivation if you fuck an elder you will get 1 year of cultivation if you fuck sect leader you will get 10 years of cultivation if you fuck daughter of luck you will get 100 year of cultivation and of you fuck mother of daughter of luck you will get 1000 years of cultivation,
Note: you will only get cultivation reward from a single target once...]
What female dominated world...
Meng Hao's brow twitched.
And "Who is she?"Su lan
A vision surged into his mind: a woman of stunning maturity and composure, standing atop a snowy peak with her long black hair fluttering in the wind. Her eyes were sharp and emotionless, her beauty cold and distant. Yet her presence exuded profound strength, refined grace, and a devastating allure.
[Su Lan – Sixth Peak Master.
Cultivation: Nascent Soul late stage
. Status: single
Known for: Rejecting all male disciples.
Personality: Cold, Dispassionate, Untamed.
Affinity: 0%.]
Meng Hao rubbed his temples. "You want me to impress a widow cultivation master who's never accepted a single male disciple…?"
[Affirmative. Your journey begins with her.]
He looked again toward the steps—toward the trial that would decide whether he could even enter the sect, let alone get close to a woman like Su Lan. The path ahead was insane, absurd, and most likely lethal.
But…
He remembered that cold apartment. The empty desk. The silent nights where only the hum of his computer kept him company.
This life—no matter how ridiculous—was a second chance.
Meng Hao exhaled slowly, straightened his robe, and stepped forward. The wind shifted, brushing past him as the clouds parted slightly above, allowing sunlight to touch the mountain's peak.
"...Alright then, System. Let's do this."
And thus began the first step of Meng Hao's path—a path not of code and isolation, but of cultivation, beauty, power… and the impossible mission of capturing the heart of Su Lan.