Reborn as the young master of a Futanari Dual Cultivation sect.

Prologue: Shadows of the Past, Whispers of Fate

In the neon-lit underbelly of a parallel China's sprawling metropolis, where skyscrapers pierced the heavens like arrogant spears, and the streets pulsed with the rhythm of endless ambition, lived a young man named Li Wei. At twenty-five, he carried the weight of a life forged in hardship, his handsome features etched with a cynicism that belied his youthful vigour. Orphaned as a child, Li Wei had clawed his way through the foster system, dreaming of the silver screen. Acting was his escape, his passion. With chiselled jawlines, piercing dark eyes, and a natural charisma that could command a room, he excelled in drama school, outshining his peers with effortless talent.

But talent, as Li Wei learned the hard way, was a double-edged sword. Among his classmates was Zhang Hao, the spoiled heir to a media conglomerate. Zhang's family wealth bought him influence, but not skill. Jealousy festered in him like a poison, especially when Li Wei landed the lead role in the school's prestigious production, a role Zhang had coveted. Whispers turned to schemes. One fateful evening, after rehearsals, a female classmate named Mei Ling accused Li Wei of sexual assault. The claim spread like wildfire through the academy's gossip channels.

Li Wei knew the truth. Mei Ling had been paid handsomely by Zhang Hao; rumours of a luxury handbag and a fat envelope circulated in hushed tones. But proof? Li Wei had none. He was poor, an orphan with no connections, no family to rally behind him. The investigation was a farce; evidence was "lost," and witnesses were coerced. Expelled in disgrace, Li Wei stood outside the academy gates, rain soaking his threadbare coat, as classmates averted their eyes. Shame burned in his chest, hotter than any stage light.

"That bastard," Li Wei muttered through gritted teeth, clenching his fists until his nails drew blood. "I'll never fall for tricks like that again. Schemes, lies! They're for the weak. From now on, I'll see through them all."

With no degree and a tarnished reputation, doors slammed shut. Acting gigs evaporated; even menial jobs turned him away, fearing the scandal. Desperation led him to the shadows of the city, the adult service industry. At first, it was survival: escorting wealthy women to events, offering companionship. But Li Wei was no ordinary man. His good looks drew clients like moths to flame, and his acting skills? They translated seamlessly to the bedroom. He learned to read desires, to weave pleasure like a master performer on stage. Rich madams, bored housewives, and influential executives, they all sought him out.

Over six years, Li Wei transformed. He honed his body into a temple of allure. Lean muscles from rigorous training, skin smooth as silk from meticulous care. His techniques became legendary: whispers that ignited fires, touches that unravelled inhibitions. He didn't discriminate; as long as they were feminine beauties, he embraced them all. Sometimes, a client would reveal themselves as a femboy or shemale, their elegance masking hidden surprises. Li Wei never flinched. "It's not fully a man," he'd think with a sly grin, diving in with the same fervour. Pleasure was pleasure, and in this world, it paid the bills. Word spread through elite circles: Li Wei was the best. High-status ladies whispered his name in private salons, tycoons' wives booked him discreetly. He amassed a small fortune, enough to live comfortably, but the fire of his past never extinguished. He trusted no one fully, always anticipating the next scheme.

One humid summer night, the city thrummed with life. Neon signs flickered in the rain-slicked streets of Shanghai's equivalent, a blend of ancient hutongs and modern high-rises. Li Wei's phone buzzed with a familiar notification. A service request from Madam Zhao, a tycoon widow whose late husband's empire spanned real estate and tech. She was one of his regulars: elegant, demanding, and generously compensating. "The usual suite at the Grand Lotus Hotel," the message read. "Come prepared for a long night."

Li Wei smirked, adjusting his tailored black suit in the mirror. At twenty-five, he looked every bit the heartthrob: sharp features, tousled black hair, and an aura of confident allure. He slipped a few essentials into his pocket, scented oils, discreet toys and stepped out into the evening. The streets were moderately busy, a mix of salarymen rushing home and couples strolling under umbrellas. The air smelled of street food and exhaust, a symphony of urban chaos.

As he navigated the slightly crowded sidewalks, weaving past vendors hawking knockoff designer bags, something caught his eye. Amid the throng, a figure stood out like a lotus in a mud puddle. She was breathtakingly beautiful: long, silken hair cascading like midnight waves, skin pale and flawless as porcelain, eyes shimmering with an otherworldly depth. Her attire was utterly bizarre. A flowing robe of crimson silk embroidered with golden phoenixes and swirling clouds, reminiscent of ancient Xuanhuan dramas. "A cosplayer?" Li Wei thought, arching an eyebrow. The city had its share of anime conventions and historical reenactments, but this woman seemed... displaced. No makeup booth in sight, no friends giggling nearby. And strangely, no one else noticed her. Pedestrians brushed past without a glance, as if she were a ghost in the machine of modern life.

She looked troubled, her brows furrowed, lips parted in silent distress. Pacing slightly, she clutched the hem of her robe, scanning the crowd with eyes that held a storm. Li Wei's instincts kicked in, the same ones that made him a master of reading clients. She needed help. "Hey, miss," he called out softly, approaching with a disarming smile. "You okay? Lost or something? That costume's killer, but you look like you could use a hand."

The woman turned, her gaze locking onto his. For a split second, time seemed to freeze. Her eyes widened, not in fear, but recognition, as if she'd been waiting for him. Before she could respond, chaos erupted.

From the shadows of a nearby alley, a man lunged out, his face twisted in rage. He was middle-aged, dishevelled, with bloodshot eyes and a trembling hand clutching a black pistol. "You bastard!" he screamed, voice cracking with sobs. "Because of you, my life is ruined! My wife divorced me, kicked me out of the company! Everything gone! You think you can just sleep with anyone's woman and walk away!?"

Li Wei's heart skipped. He recognised the man as the husband of one of his clients, a mid-level executive whose wife had sought Li Wei's services during a rocky marriage. "Wait, listen," Li Wei said, raising his hands placatingly. "I didn't know she was married at first. She came to me. Let's talk this out—"

"Liar!!!" The man howled, tears streaming down his face. His hand shook violently, but fury steadied his aim. "You destroyed my family!!!" Without another word, he pulled the trigger. Bang! The first shot tore into Li Wei's shoulder, a searing pain exploding like fire. He staggered back, shock numbing his mind. Bang! Bang! Two more bullets slammed into his chest, blood blooming across his shirt like crimson flowers.

The street erupted in screams. Pedestrians scattered, phones whipping out to call authorities. Li Wei collapsed to the cold pavement, a pool of his own blood spreading beneath him. The world blurred, sounds muffling into a distant roar. The assailant, eyes wide with horror at his own actions, glanced around in panic before bolting into the night, disappearing into the alley's darkness.

Li Wei lay there, staring up at the starless sky obscured by city lights. His breaths came in ragged gasps, each one shallower than the last. Memories flashed: the orphanage's cold walls, the academy's betrayal, nights of passion that masked his loneliness. "Is this it?" he thought, a bitter laugh bubbling in his throat, choked by blood. "Shot by a jealous fool. After all that swearing off schemes..."

His vision faded, edges darkening like a closing curtain. Then, a gentle presence entered his dimming sight. The beautiful woman in the Xuanhuan robe knelt beside him, her face hovering above like an ethereal vision. She reached out, her fingers cool and soft as jade, caressing his bloodied cheek with a tenderness that pierced his soul. Her smile was loving, almost intimate, as if he were her long-lost beloved. Tears glistened in her eyes, but her expression held hope and desperation.

"Please..." she whispered, her voice like a melody from another world, echoing in his fading consciousness. "Stop the second calamity."

The words hung in the air, cryptic and profound, as Li Wei's world dissolved into blackness. His last breath escaped, and the curtain fell.