To protect world peace.
To bring a smile to the Immortal Venerable’s face.
Yao Zuizui leaped without hesitation into the abyss of the mortal river, without regret.
With her last glance, she saw the Immortal Venerable standing tall and aloof by the riverbank, his silver hair cascading over his shoulders.
His clear, translucent silver eyes held compassion and mercy for all eternity.
Indescribably beautiful, yet indescribably distant.
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**[First Sin (Gluttony) — The Three Little Pigs]**
Yao Zuizui woke again, her vision blurred.
She rubbed her eyes with her hand.
Wait… wait, wait, wait!
This… this is a pig’s trotter!
She was supposed to travel through different realms to purify the soul fragments of the Great Demon King, but no one told her she wouldn’t even be human in the first realm!
Before she could even assess her surroundings, Yao Zuizui began absorbing the memories of her current body—a pig.
A few minutes later, she rubbed her temples, torn between laughter and tears.
To think that a little fairy like her, who had once wreaked havoc in the divine realm without fear, would one day end up like this.
If word got back, the gods she used to bully would probably throw a grand celestial banquet to celebrate.
That said, she could still turn into a human, right?
Yao Zuizui spun in a circle, chanting, “I’m a cute little piggy girl!”
Instantly, she transformed from a tiny piglet into a lovely teenage girl of sixteen or seventeen.
Rosy lips, pearly teeth, a delicate peach-blossom face. Fair skin, tender flesh…
Except for the pig ears on her head—those stubbornly refused to disappear.
Annoyed, Yao Zuizui pinched her ears and plopped down onto a pile of dry hay.
She had transmigrated into the fairy tale “The Three Little Pigs.”
Her current identity was the eldest pig, Zhu Yiyi.
But this realm wasn’t quite the same as the original story.
Here, all animals were of the yokai lineage, possessing varying degrees of magical abilities. They could shapeshift into human forms while retaining some animal traits.
Yao Zuizui now lived with her siblings—Zhu Erer and the youngest, Zhu Sansan—in their mother’s home.
At their growing age, their mother could barely afford to feed them.
The house was already stripped bare, without even beds—just scattered hay for sleeping.
Having read the original tale in the divine realm, Yao Zuizui knew that soon, their mother would send them away to seek their own fortunes.
Lunchtime arrived.
The meal consisted of a few bowls of watery millet porridge and a single stale bun.
In the past, Zhu Sansan would always play the modest one, offering the food to her sisters. Their mother, pitying her youngest, would then give the entire bun to her.
Just as Zhu Sansan was about to pull the same trick again, Yao Zuizui cut in first: “Little sister is still growing. Let’s all give the bun to her.”
“But that’s not right…” Zhu Sansan said softly. “Just the other day, Mother told us the story of Kong Rong giving up the bigger pear…”
Before she could finish, Yao Zuizui snatched the bun and stuffed it into her mouth.
Her jaws stretched wide as she devoured it in two bites.
Her voice muffled by chewing, she said, “Well then, I won’t stand on ceremony.”
Tears welled up in Zhu Sansan’s eyes. This… wasn’t how things were supposed to go.
Her eldest sister had always been the most obedient.
Little did she know, the soul inside her sister’s body had been replaced—by Yao Zuizui, a fairy who never let herself suffer and only bullied others.
Expect her to go hungry?
Expect her to yield food to a scheming little sister?
Dream on!
As expected, their mother was furious at Zhu Yiyi’s lack of courtesy.
Her voice icy, she declared, “I’ve been meaning to say this for a while, but you were all too young, and I couldn’t bear it. Now, I must tell you—we can’t afford to keep you any longer. If this continues, we’ll all starve. Pack your things and leave. Go find your own happiness.”
Zhu Sansan immediately burst into tears, throwing herself into her mother’s arms for a dramatic farewell scene.
Meanwhile, Yao Zuizui slurped down her porridge and went to gather her belongings.
After a quick look around, she realized there was nothing to pack.
All the good stuff was with Zhu Sansan, and their mother was still stuffing more into her bundle.
Zhu Erer stood nearby, drooling so much it pooled on the ground without her noticing.
*What an airhead…* Yao Zuizui thought, then left the house empty-handed.
Walking along the uneven forest path, Yao Zuizui marveled at the strange flora—green flowers, blue grass, and unknown fruits, all brimming with fairy-tale whimsy.
But her mind was busy calculating.
She knew the original Zhu Yiyi had built a straw house and was eaten by the wolf.
She could easily build a stone house for safety, but something told her not to.
Perhaps being eaten was necessary for the story to progress.
So when she encountered an old woman carrying a bundle of straw, she eagerly approached: “Granny, may I have your straw? I want to build a house.”
“Of course, dear,” the old woman replied kindly, her face wrinkled with warmth.
Yao Zuizui obtained the straw and built a tiny shelter.
In her pig form, she was small—barely bigger than a rabbit—so she easily squeezed inside. But the roof was so low that bumping it made the whole structure wobble.
Wind whistled through the gaps as she curled up in the straw, eagerly awaiting the wolf’s arrival.
She was probably the first pig in history to look forward to being eaten by a wolf.
Night draped over the forest like a curtain, enveloping her flimsy house.
Yao Zuizui listened intently to the rustling leaves outside.
Then—footsteps.
The wolf had come!
Crunching leaves underfoot, his voice rang clear: “Little pig, little pig, let me in.”
Peering through the straw, Yao Zuizui saw only a shadow merging with the darkness.
It was him!
The Great Demon King—Suhei!
His soul’s aura was unmistakable.
But this wolf carried only a fragment of Suhei’s soul, bearing his malice without his memories.
Her mission in this realm was to flirt with him—to make him fall in love, purify the sin within his soul, and leave once only purity remained.
Honestly, the thought of seducing him and then vanishing was thrilling.
The wolf outside grew impatient. “Little pig, open the door!”
Yao Zuizui shook her head vigorously (though he probably couldn’t see). “No, no, I can’t let you in!”
The wolf snarled, “Then I’ll huff and puff and blow your house down!”
And so he did.
The straw house collapsed, revealing Yao Zuizui in all her pink, tender glory.
The black wolf’s appetite surged. Baring his fangs, he lunged.
Having been chased by countless gods across the heavens, Yao Zuizui was an expert at evasion.
With a quick twist, she dodged. “Oh mighty wolf, I’m still too small! Not enough meat. Why not fatten me up first?”
The wolf’s eyes gleamed like emeralds in the dark.
He studied the tiny pig. She *was* scrawny—barely a mouthful.
Seizing the moment, Yao Zuizui fawned, “I’m useful! I can cook, clean, and do laundry. Take me home, Your Majesty!”
The wolf pondered. A free servant *and* future meal? Not bad.
“Follow me,” he rasped.
With his long strides, he crossed trees in single steps, the wind from his movement slapping Yao Zuizui’s face as she struggled to keep up.
It stung like icy blades—so cold, so painful!
Glaring at Suhei’s retreating back, Yao Zuizui rubbed her aching legs.
She barely reached his knees—how could she match his pace?
And she dared not shift to human form. At chest height, he might decide she was meal-ready.
Noticing her absence, the wolf turned impatiently. “Why so slow?”
“I—I’m trying!” She lifted her tiny legs, carefully avoiding thorns.
The wolf exhaled sharply, flattening nearby flowers as he stormed back.
Terrified, Yao Zuizui braced to flee—but he simply grabbed her by the scruff, lifting her like a stray kitten.
Dangling in his grip, she fumed at the indignity, wriggling. “My neck hurts!”
“Since when are pigs so delicate?” he growled, regretting his decision.
Yao Zuizui muttered, “Tender meat tastes better. Tough hide would break your teeth.”
The wolf paused.
Ten tough pigs couldn’t compare to one tender one.
His gaze darkened as he adjusted his hold, cradling her against his chest instead.
Nestled in his fur, Yao Zuizui felt like she’d sunk into the softest blanket.
His pelt was smooth, silky, warm.
*Would make great bedding…*
Drowsiness crept over her.
His chest radiated heat, his fur cozy against her cheek—not itchy, just irresistibly snug.
Half-asleep, she nuzzled deeper, sighing contentedly.
Her even breaths and soft snores tested the wolf’s patience.
*This is my food,* he reminded himself. *Be gentle. Be patient.
Fatten her up.
Then eat her in one bite.*
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