Transmigrated as the Crimson Nemesis

A sudden explosion of power shattered the night.

A crimson flame erupted from Mo Yichen's body, roaring like beast, sending shockwaves rippling through the air.

The assassins barely had time to react before they were blasted backwards, their bodies colliding with trees and smashing into the ground. Choked gasps and strangled screams filled the air as they coughed up mouthfuls of blood, their limbs trembling under the sheer force that had crushed them into submission.

Even the man in tattered robes, his battered body barely holding on, was forced to his knees, his breath ragged as the weight of the power bore down on him.

Mo Yichen staggered forward, his body convulsing. His face was twisted in agony, sweat and blood mingling as they trickled down his deathly pale skin. 

The assassins cowered, their eyes wide with horror. The suffocating pressure in the air made them curl into themselves, their meridians convulsing under the suffocating heat of the crimson flames.

"W-What… What is this?!" One of them gasped, but before an answer could come, Mo Yichen's body convulsed again.

Another burst of power—stronger, wilder, more terrifying—surged outward.

The flames around him darkened to a deeper shade of crimson, swallowing everything in their path. The assassins had no chance to react. The moment the flames reached them, their bodies convulsed violently, their eyes rolling back as they puked even more blood. Their meridians twisted and snapped like tree branches, unable to withstand the overwhelming force crashing down on them.

One by one, their bodies were engulfed in flames, their screams cut short as the crimson inferno devoured them whole, reducing them to nothing but ash. The only thing that remained was the lingering traces of black qi, now swirling aimlessly in the wind.

Mo Yichen stood amidst everything, his breath shallow, his vision blurred. The power that had erupted from within him was far beyond his control, and his body could barely keep up.

His steps faltered as he turned towards the beggar, who now lay motionless on the ground.

His chest tightened.

Was he… dead?

Something inside him snapped again, rage and exhaustion blurring his mind.

A massive crimson flame flickered in his palm, crackling with raw, untamed energy. His eyes darkened as he raised his hand, the deadly inferno dancing at his fingertips—

And then—

CRACK.

Something slammed into his skull.

Pain exploded through his back head.

His vision blurred completely, his body tumbling forward as the last of his strength left him.

The world spun, and then—

Darkness.

A familiar figure in flowing white silk robes stood in the aftermath, his expression unknown.

.....

[BEEP—BZZT—SCREEECH!]

"AGH—!" Mo Yichen jolted awake, wincing as the sharp noise stabbed into his skull like a thousand needles. His whole body felt like it had been through a meat grinder, his limbs sore and uncooperative as he groggily rubbed his temples.

His eyelids fluttered, struggling against the blurry haze of exhaustion. His head pounded, his throat dry, and his tongue still tasted like—

Oh. Right.

That cursed peach.

Before he could process further, an all-too-familiar, smugly cryptic voice rang in his ears.

[Congratulations, Host, for clearing the first obstacle and awakening the spiritual core of Mo Yichen.]

"..."

[If the Host is feeling unwell, please blink once.]

"..."

[If the Host is feeling unwell, please blink once.]

"Oh, for f*ck's sake..!" Mo Yichen snapped, the system paused, as if reveling in his misery, before speaking again.

[The system has found clues about the Host's Supreme Purity Spiritual Core. Would you like details?]

Mo Yichen squinted. "Yes.... and don't think I forgot how you abandoned my ass last night, you goddamn traitor!"

[System acknowledges Host's feelings. System does not care.]

"You—!!"

[Due to sudden disturbances in this world during the transmigration, the Host's original power—the purest form of spiritual energy—was sucked into the Mystic Void, which connects the mortal and immortal realms.]

Mo Yichen furrowed his brows. "What the hell is the Mystic Void?"

[There is no record of the Mystic Void in the system. It is recommended that the Host gather information on his own.]

"…"

[Also, the system would like to inform the Host that there might be something weird as hell about this world. As a result, system support may be compromised due to frequent bugs. The system humbly advises the Host to not rely on it too much, in case it decides not to cooperate.]

Mo Yichen sat there for a moment, processing the sheer level of bullshit he'd just heard.

A deep sigh left his lips as he finally swept his gaze over his surroundings.

The dense forest stretched endlessly around him, the sun now peeking through the canopy, bathing the area in a soft golden light. The crisp morning air carried the faint scent of wildflowers, a deceptive tranquility compared to the absolute nightmare that was last night.

Right. Last night.

His memories slowly came trickling back—the blood, the fire, the pain, the overwhelming energy crushing everything in its path—and then...

The godforsaken taste of that peach.

His face darkened.

That treacherous little fruit had violated his taste buds beyond repair. Bitter? Understatement! That sh*t had tasted like despair and regret combined, like chewing on a thousand-year-old sock dipped in demon piss.

Mo Yichen clenched his jaw.

The system was right.

He couldn't afford to rely on it.

But damn it all, he still wasn't over almost getting his soul yeeted into the afterlife last night.

"That useless, good-for-nothing piece of crap!" Mo Yichen gritted his teeth, cursing the system as he pushed himself up, dusting off his bloodstained robes. His hands paused mid-swipe as his gaze landed on the unconscious figure beside him.

"…That begg—cough—man…" he muttered, his voice hoarse.

Squatting down, he pressed two fingers against the man's neck. A faint but steady pulse.

Mo Yichen let out a long, exaggerated sigh of relief, flopping onto his butt. "Phew, I really don't have it in me to dig a grave this early in my new life."

He glanced around, frowning. "Wait a second.." Last night, this place was a desolate battlefield with barely a tree in sight. Now, it looked like some dense enchanted forest straight out of an immortal's fairyland. The thick canopy cast eerie shadows, and there is weird as hell silence in the air like even the insects are silent..

"..whatever," he grumbled, dragging the unconscious man under the nearest tree. "You better wake up soon, this place is so weird.."

Also...

Rubbing his temples, he clicked his tongue in irritation. "Oi, System! Give me my damn storage space!"

For a long second, nothing.

Then—

[BZZT—skrrrhh—ERROR—m%#iss#on pR#&ss—]

"What the hell—?" Before he could process the glitched gibberish, something plopped into his palm.

A red jade ring.

"…"

Mo Yichen blinked. Twice.

Despite his endless beef with the system, he couldn't suppress the excited grin crawling onto his face as he slid the ring onto his forefinger.

His baby. His precious. His damn OP golden finger.

If he still had his spiritual powers in this world, this thing would've been his third-greatest treasure after his life. The first one is his life ofc.

With a gleeful chuckle, he poured his faint energy into it, and a spatial rift appeared in front of him.

His very own spatial rift!

Without wasting a second, Mo Yichen pulled out a Grade-4 Meridian Nourishing Pill and shoved one into the half-dead man's mouth before popping one himself.

As the pill dissolved, warm energy spread through his body. Earlier his meridians felt like they'd been run over by a spirit beast caravan.

Last night had been hell.

His entire system had taken a massive beating, and it wasn't just about the sudden power—it was his mana.

Too much. Way too much.

Even back when he was Li Wei, his mana reserves weren't this ridiculous. But now? He had so much overflowing that his own body couldn't handle it.

Awakening this insane amount of power in one go had left internal injuries all over his meridians, and suppressing the chaotic spiritual power felt like trying to tame a rabid dragon.

Sighing, he sat cross-legged, focusing on neutralizing the raging storm inside him.

Thirty minutes in, sweat drenched his forehead, and the two opposing energies inside him—Yin and Yang—kept trying to rip each other apart. Balancing them is like dealing with black and white. But after what felt like an eternity, a soft and warm spiritual energy flowed into his body, the raging power calmed, flowing smoothly, finally finding some balance.

His breathing steadied, his heartbeat slowed, and he opened his eyes—

Only to find a pair of dark, unreadable eyes staring directly at him.

"WHAT THE F*CK!" Mo Yichen yelped, jumping like a cat.

THAWK-

On instinct, he kicked out.

The man in beggar's robes flew backward, coughed up a whole-ass mouthful of blood, and crumpled onto the ground like a sack of potatoes.

Mo Yichen: "..."

Beggar Man: "…Cough. Cough."

Well..

Mo Yichen winced. "Uh… are you alright?"

Scrambling to his feet, he awkwardly scratched the back of his head before hurrying over to help the man sit up against a tree trunk.

"..I didn't mean it"

'You scared the hell outta me! Okay?'

The beggar gave him a weak, 'I'm already dying, please don't finish me off' look.

Mo Yichen crouched down, pressing his fingers to the guy's wrist to check his pulse. "Not fatal, but definitely not great either.."

After a long moment, the man rasped out, "This servant thought the young lord needed assistance, watching you struggle to suppress your Yin-Yang Qi."

Mo Yichen pauses.

Wait.

Yes that 'young lord' from the last night..

'Does this guy know me?'

'And my YinYang qi too??'

Mo Yichen narrowed his eyes, suspicion creeping up his spine.

The system had warned him over and over not to show his real qi in front of anyone, but this mystery man not only knew about it—he was also dropping 'Young Lord' like they were long-lost families..

Before Mo Yichen could open his mouth and demand answers, the beggar-looking man suddenly pulled out a crimson jade pendant shaped like a rose.

Mo Yichen froze.

"This..."

Without thinking, his hand shot inside his inner robe, pulling out his own jade pendant—an exact match.

His eyes widened as he stared at them.