The scorching summer sun hung high in the sky, turning the earth into a giant oven. The sweltering heat made everyone irritable, and unless absolutely necessary, no one wanted to step out of their air-conditioned rooms.

It was noon, the hottest part of the day. Yet, a crowd of students had gathered at the foot of the male dormitory building of Longhai University. They were whispering among themselves, discussing something with great interest.

"Hey, have you heard? Qin Chuan took sleeping pills and killed himself in his dorm!"

"Again with that loser? Ten people have already told me about it this morning. A discarded waste from the Qin family, is he really worth all this attention?"

"Good riddance. He used to strut around like he owned the place, with the Qin family backing him, no one dared to retaliate. Now that he's been cast aside, who knows how many people are lining up to get their revenge."

"Heh, his life was quite the legend, though. Rumor has it he slept with at least five campus beauties."

...

In a luxurious single dorm room, two nurses were examining Qin Chuan's body.

Just as one of the nurses was about to confirm his death, Qin Chuan's eyes suddenly snapped open. He sat up in bed, looking around in confusion. The two nurses screamed in fright, stumbling backward and nearly falling to the ground.

"Where am I?"

"Wasn't I just going through my tribulation?"

"Huh? Why is everyone dressed so strangely?"

"My head... it hurts so much!" Qin Chuan clutched his head as a flood of information overwhelmed him, making it impossible to think.

Quickly, Qin Chuan processed the influx of memories. His brow furrowed as he muttered to himself, "So, I've been reborn. My soul has taken over the body of someone also named Qin Chuan, a good-for-nothing who's been disowned by his family."

The Qin family was the most powerful clan in Longhai City, wealthy and influential, controlling vast resources. But this Qin Chuan was a complete wastrel, relying on his family's power to wreak havoc outside, and in the end, he even contracted AIDS.

In a prominent family, a bit of mischief from the younger generation might be overlooked. But contracting an incurable disease? That was absolutely unacceptable.

It was precisely for this reason that the Qin family, in a fit of anger, had banished him from the clan.

Without the backing of his family, the once obedient underlings turned against him, and the women who had professed their undying love for him all left. Coupled with his terminal illness, under the weight of these dual blows, Qin Chuan chose the most direct way to end his life.

"Hmph, what a loser. When others bullied you, you just chose to kill yourself," Qin Chuan sneered with disdain.

The current Qin Chuan was, in his previous life, a supremely powerful and notorious dark cultivator.

What is a dark cultivator?

He never imagined that he, who had lived a life of solitary pride, would be reborn into the body of a wastrel like Qin Chuan. It must be noted that almost everything he detested in life had been done by Qin Chuan.

Bullying the weak, indulging in luxury and debauchery, being narrow-minded...

"What a frail body, not a trace of spiritual energy within."

Drugs, alcohol, women.

Qin Chuan's body was severely depleted, even worse off than an average person. In his previous life, a mere glance from him could have obliterated someone like Qin Chuan. But fate loves its cruel jokes, and here he was, reborn into Qin Chuan's body.

Fortunately, as a legendary dark cultivator, he had seen countless bizarre events and endured many hardships. Being reborn into the body of a wastrel couldn't shake his resolve.

"From now on, I am Qin Chuan!"

After getting somewhat accustomed to his new body, Qin Chuan stood up and stretched. The mismatch between his soul and body made his movements awkward and disjointed, eerily reminiscent of a zombie from a horror movie.

Seeing this, the two nurses screamed again, backing away as far as they could, their faces filled with terror. For a moment, they even considered grabbing their tools to deliver a fatal blow to Qin Chuan, to prevent the spread of some imagined 'zombie' virus.

At the dormitory entrance, the gathered students wore expressions of sheer astonishment.

"Damn, didn't the nurse just say he was dead? How did he suddenly come back to life?" one student blurted out.

"Guess scum like him just have nine lives," another sneered.

"Even if he's alive, he's just a useless waste now. Without the Qin family backing him, we can finally have some fun with 'Young Master Chuan'," a third added with a smirk.

As the students chattered, Qin Chuan glanced at the two nurses. They stumbled slightly, their faces pale with fear.

"You're no longer needed here," Qin Chuan stated firmly.

"You... you're not dead?" one of the nurses, the braver of the two, stammered, her voice trembling.

"Is that what you were hoping for?" Qin Chuan's voice was laced with bitterness. His current state was akin to a soul transmigration in the cultivation world, though far more mysterious.

"But... you really had stopped breathing..." the nurse persisted.

"You made a mistake. I'm fine now," Qin Chuan shot back, glaring at them to silence any further questions.

The braver nurse opened her mouth to argue but, sensing Qin Chuan's growing impatience, decided against it and left reluctantly. She was confident in her assessment and couldn't fathom how Qin Chuan had revived.

After all, even if Qin Chuan had been disowned by the Qin family, he was still a descendant. There was always a chance the family might take an interest again, and they needed to be able to explain themselves if that happened.

Once the nurses had departed, Qin Chuan approached the dormitory door. He looked at the crowd of curious students with displeasure and was about to shut the door on them.

Back when Qin Chuan was still part of the Qin family, these students would address him with respect, calling him "Young Master Chuan." But now that he had been cast out by his family, their attitudes had done a complete about-face. Qin Chuan had no patience for such fair-weather friends, and his expression turned icy.

"Well, well, look who’s back from the dead! Guess the country’s going to waste more resources on you," someone jeered from the crowd.

At that moment, a figure emerged from the onlookers, instantly catching the attention of every male student present. A collective gasp of admiration rippled through the group.

She was stunning—a vision in a white dress, her fair skin glowing, a delicate bracelet adorning her slender wrist. Her long, cascading hair framed her face, and her lips curled into a faint, enigmatic smile. She exuded an air of cold elegance, tinged with a hint of aloofness. The only flaw, if one could call it that, was her modest bust.

Her name was Zhao Wanru, one of the most sought-after beauties at Longhai University. She was also the woman Qin Chuan had pursued relentlessly but never managed to win over. Even up until his death, he hadn’t so much as held her hand.

Zhao Wanru’s feelings toward Qin Chuan could only be described as disdain. She had never shown him a shred of kindness.

Hearing the taunt, Qin Chuan turned his head toward Zhao Wanru, a cold smirk playing on his lips.

To the average person, Zhao Wanru might have been a breathtaking beauty, but to the current Qin Chuan, she was nothing special. As a supreme dark cultivator, he had seen his fair share of stunning women. Many female cultivators had reshaped their appearances, their beauty and figures far surpassing that of any mortal. While others might have been dazzled by Zhao Wanru, Qin Chuan was far from impressed.

"Well, if it isn’t the great beauty Zhao Wanru," Qin Chuan said, deliberately glancing at her chest before adding with a mocking tone, "I must admit, I can’t compete with your commitment to frugality. At least when it comes to saving fabric for the nation, you’ve always been unwavering!"

Saving fabric!

The phrase echoed in Zhao Wanru’s mind: "I’m flat-chested, and I’m proud—I save fabric for the country!"

"Qin Chuan, what did you just say?" Zhao Wanru snapped, pointing an accusatory finger at him, her voice sharp with indignation.

Qin Chuan shrugged and spoke deliberately, "I'm just stating the facts, and everyone agrees!"

"Go to hell!" Zhao Wanru shouted, her composure shattered.

Before she could react, Qin Chuan had already slammed the door shut.

Staring at the firmly closed door, Zhao Wanru stood frozen for a moment, then burst into tears. She was the school's golden girl, always surrounded by wealthy young men and handsome suitors. Never had she imagined that today, a playboy she looked down on would shut the door in her face.

Qin Chuan's rude behavior, coupled with Zhao Wanru's tears, instantly ignited a desire in the onlookers to teach him a lesson.

"Hmph, he's not even part of the Qin family anymore, yet he still acts so arrogantly!"

"Making our goddess cry? Just wait till he comes out—we'll make him regret it."

"Pfft, serves him right for being disowned by the Qin family."

One by one, her self-proclaimed protectors vented their anger, but none dared to step forward. Even a fallen lion is still a lion—Qin Chuan, though cast out by the Qin family, was not someone they could afford to provoke.