As a game planner, I transmigrated into the very martial arts game I had created—only to be treated as a disposable cultivation furnace by a Demonic Saintess.

To survive, I had no choice but to invest points and obtain an inexhaustible supply of primordial yang.

From that day on, the Demonic Saintess—who was originally destined to manipulate countless people—degenerated into a useless woman whose only contribution was going, “Oh-ho-ho-ho~.” Unable to withstand the pressure alone, she even took the initiative to recruit more women into her man's harem.

“Miss, I can tell at a glance that you're a once-in-ten-thousand-years genius for cultivating the Dao of Yin-Yang Harmony. Why not join our Yin-Yang Sect?”

“Sorry. I'm devoted to one man for life. I'm not as shameless as you demonic cultivators.”

Everyone said that the mountain was filled with music and revelry every night, and no one knew just how many scandalous women were hidden within the Yin-Yang Sect.