“What did you just ask me?” “Cultivation is very difficult—are you afraid?” “The line before that.” “Do you want to cultivate?” Xu Xian paused briefly, then said, “Cultivation is fine—but enduring hardship is not!”
As a peak player in the game Xian Yuan who had maxed out all secondary professions, Shi Yu was a master of artifact refining, alchemy, array formations, and talismans. One day, she transmigrated to the cultivation realm, becoming the noble Ninth Princess of a mortal empire and even getting accepted as a disciple by the famous Xuanqing Immortal Venerable. By all rights, her life should have been smooth sailing and thoroughly delightful. Yet when she arrived, her spiritual meridian had been stripped away, her life force cut off, leaving her a useless invalid unable to cultivate. To make matters worse, her entire sect viewed her as a disgrace and cast her aside like a worn-out shoe. Looking at the secondary profession skills that had transmigrated along with her, Shi Yu thought: No big deal.
"What? Joining Tianyun Peak means I'll die?" "No way, I'm going to a different peak." Having transmigrated into a book, Wang Xuanyi learned that he would meet his demise if he joined Tianyun Peak, so he decisively turned right around and joined Tianzhu Peak instead. Even though Tianyun Peak was teeming with countless beauties, he dared not set foot there. As the saying goes, the beauties belong to the protagonist. Why would a minor supporting character get mixed up in that—unless he has a death wish? An aloof, breathtaking master, a haughty eldest senior sister, a gentle and considerate second senior sister, a petite and delicate junior sister, an adorable youngest junior sister... Sorry, Old Wang doesn't need any of that. He thought having an old geezer who loved alcohol like his own life and an obedient little Martial Junior Brother on Tianzhu Peak would be plenty. Until many years later...
[Start as an Abomination] [Eldritch Cultivation] [Recruiting Demons] [Protecting Humanity] [Misunderstanding Followers] [No Romance] Chen Zhou transmigrates into a bizarre world overrun by demons and rampant with eldritch horrors. Here, monsters slaughter humans, spirits torment the living, and Immortals feast upon mankind. Malevolent forces run wild, demons are arrogant, Gods and Buddhas have perished, and the path of humanity is in decline. Fortunately, the entity Chen Zhou transmigrated into isn’t human either. He begins his journey as an Evil Spirit and activates the Evil God System. Fresh blood, flesh, souls—whatever an Evil God requires, he can sacrifice it all. As long as he offers sacrifices, he becomes stronger! But... the system never specified that he had to sacrifice humans, right? Chen Zhou falls into deep contemplation. [Sacrificed a common 100-year Black Snake Demon. Unlocked Special Building: The Blood Prison Pool!] [Sacrificed a Malignant Spirit that slaughtered a city in a vain attempt to become Immortal. Unlocked Minion: The Paper General!] [Sacrificed a millennial Living Corpse. Unlocked Exclusive Ability: White Bone Ghost Domain!] From that day forth, Chen Zhou established a city within his Ghost Domain. He slaughters Immortals, demons, and spirits alike; he recruits ghostly servants and evil attendants; he shelters the human race, basking in the faith of the masses to prove his Dao as an Evil God. "Since the Gods and Buddhas of this world refuse to offer salvation, it is up to me, an Evil Spirit, to protect all living beings." Using the body of an abomination to stand as an impregnable fortress, performing acts of blessing and grace.
Transmigrating into the cultivation world, Su Yueli found herself completely devoid of Bone Talent, forever barred from the immortal path. After saving a martial artist by chance, she took him as her master and stepped onto the martial path. Without talent, she would simply practice over and over again! Time flew, and the world changed. Twenty years passed in the blink of an eye, yet Su Yueli found that her appearance had not changed at all. She, it seemed, had achieved longevity. But with a male soul in a female body, Su Yueli could neither marry a wife, take a husband, nor fall in love. Thus, she could only throw herself entirely into the martial path. As eras shifted and years rolled by, even the weeds on her master's grave had somehow cultivated enough to take on human form. As old friends withered away one by one, Su Yueli finally realized that longevity was a sort of curse. The only thing that would ever keep her company was the wind from her fists. Countless millennia later, when the Immortal Venerables of the Nine Heavens unleashed their sky-covering magic treasures, treating all living things like straw dogs, a young girl with not a single trace of spiritual energy stepped up into the Nine Heavens and casually threw a punch. In an instant, blood qi roared, the void collapsed, and the gods and Buddhas beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, along with their arrogance, were thoroughly and physically delivered to the afterlife by this single punch. "My name is Su Yueli, just an ordinary mortal martial artist." "Today, we only talk physics, not immortal spells."
The moment Jiang Lu opened her eyes, she discovered she had shrunk! You have to understand—she had been lucky enough to land a dream job with weekends off, no overtime, full social benefits, and a net monthly pay of seven thousand yuan. The single time she finally worked overtime, she actually transmigrated! Boo-hoo... Her perfect retirement job! A cheat? Nope! A system? Also no? Huh... wait a minute. The mole on her hand was actually a portable dimensional space, and she had even developed an insanely sharp sixth sense. Now that was a fantastic bargain! Still, she always felt this cultivation world was a bit bizarre. They were supposed to be pursuing immortality, so why were all these top prodigies obsessed with falling in love? One day, a fragile Little Junior Sister frames the Eldest Senior Sister; the next day, a green-tea Little Junior Sister romances her Master; and the day after that, some young senior brother shouts "Thirty years East, thirty years West, don't look down on a youth for being poor!" while building a massive harem. Turns out the cultivation world was totally unhinged! Well, crazy as it was, none of it had anything to do with her—if anything, it only worked to her advantage. Relying on her powerful sixth sense, she thrived effortlessly in the cultivation world. Yet as she coasted along, how on earth did she end up becoming an all-around powerhouse? She even became the only person to achieve ascension in ten thousand years!
Gu Ningyun transmigrated into a novel. And of all roles, she became the cannon fodder female side character—destined to have her spiritual root dug out by the heroine right at the start. So what should she do? Simple. She packed up and ran. What, the heroine is searching for her like crazy? No problem—Gu Ningyun is already busy looting all of the heroine’s opportunities. ………… Gu Ningyun joins the number one sect in the cultivation world—the Xiaoyao Immortal Sect. The Xiaoyao Sect has three ancient tenets: Only by becoming strong can one attain true freedom. To cultivate blindly without thought is no different from being a puppet. When caught up in endless competition, remember to pause and listen to your own heart. Later, at the Grand Tournament of a Hundred Sects— Genius A from another sect:“Wasn’t it said that Xiaoyao has extremely high standards and is super competitive?” Genius B:“Yeah. Otherwise, how do you think they beat you senseless across realms?” Genius A:“Then why are they playing music and grilling meat while we’re training?!” A passing Xiaoyao disciple chuckles inwardly— If you’ve never entered Xiaoyao, how would you understand its people? If you’ve never walked the Xiaoyao path, how would you grasp its Dao? Reach for the heavens with a single hand, Lower your head and listen to your heart. In every action, effortless and free— That is the way of a Xiaoyao Immortal. Later still, when a beast tide descends— Gu Ningyun holds talismans in her left hand and a sword in her right. A black bear demon:“??? Aren’t you a wind-element spell cultivator?” Gu Ningyun pulls out an iron pot, lights a fire, and starts stewing bear paws. “Alright, I admit it… I’m actually a food cultivator.” A passing righteous cultivator:“Talisman cultivator? Sword cultivator? Spell cultivator? Food cultivator? …Heh.”
Transmigrated as a vicious female supporting character, Song Yao diligently courted death every day to complete her missions. Eldest Senior Brother is aloof and noble, but with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, he's perfect for being drugged with aphrodisiacs to perform a striptease. Second Senior Sister is hot-tempered and dotes on her spiritual pets—perfect for stealing them and roasting them into Beggar's Chicken (no small animals were harmed in this incident). Fourth Junior Brother's parents are both deceased, making them perfect to be dug up so they can play together. Fifth Junior Sister is deeply in love with her fiancé. Her fiancé? I'll be taking that. With everyone's corruption value reaching one hundred percent, Song Yao faked her death without a second thought to obtain a new identity. She thought she could live as an ordinary person from then on, but she soon realized something was off. Why does the pure and aloof Eldest Senior Brother always want to lock her up? Why does the Second Senior Sister, who swore to fight her to the death, keep climbing into her room in the middle of the night? Why does the gentle and obedient Fourth Junior Brother say with a cold face, "Try running away again and see what happens"? Why does the bright and sunny Fifth Junior Sister pierce her fiancé's heart with a sword and say, "If you try to seduce my senior sister again, I'll kill you"? Song Yao: "..." - Warnings: 1. The female protagonist is very strong but loves to slack off. This is not a typical "strong female lead" novel, nor is it fast-paced. 2. The female protagonist is not a good person; she has done a whole basket of bad things. 3. There will be ambiguous interactions, but there is no official romance in the main story. The female protagonist will not reciprocate anyone's feelings for now. If you easily feel bad for the supporting characters, please do not read. The supporting characters are also a bit crazy; there are not many sane people in this novel.
Lowly and miserable cultivator Wen Jingshu's soul transmigrated into the body of a top-tier second-generation cultivator who possessed both maxed-out talent and a maxed-out background. Blessed with a rare heavenly lightning spiritual root plus a top-grade mutated hidden wood spiritual root, she reaches Foundation Establishment Stage the moment she draws Qi into her body. She refines eleven pills in a single cauldron batch and crafts talismans with a casual flick of her hand. With a Ninth-Grade Alchemist sister as her backing, the greatest sect shielding her, and a super family giving her strong protection, she starts out with divine artifacts and cultivates with every breath... Country bumpkin Wen Jingshu declares that back when she cultivated in her past life, she never had conditions like these! It would be a crime against her current talents if she didn't grind as hard as possible! As for her reborn senior brother trying to deceive her into ruining her own future while she's young; her book-transmigrating senior sister using plot knowledge to steal her opportunities; and the second-generation immortal undergoing tribulations in the cultivation world who envies her and wants her dead... Wait, she was just keeping a low profile and concealing her strength—how did they actually take her for a push-over? She has a max-level start this time. Whoever blocks her path of cultivation, she will crush them!
At the Sect Assembly, I casually pulled an ancient zither from my robe. The entire venue fell silent. Eldest Senior Brother asked in a trembling voice, "Is that... the Phoenix-Perch Zither that has been missing for a hundred years?" Remaining unfazed, I casually took a hairpin from my hair. Eldest Senior Sister screamed, "That's the divine artifact, the Qingwu Hairpin!" Later, the entire cultivation world was abuzz with rumors that Lin Zhiyue possessed a portable abode filled with countless ancient spiritual tools and even divine artifacts. Only Lin Zhiyue knew that these outfits were just fashions provided by her system. Today she wanted to wear Mist-shrouded Verdure; tomorrow, she would wear Flowing Fire and Scarlet Stars. As for the day after— The damn system suddenly popped up a window: [The limited-time card pool "Mystical Lady of the Nine Heavens" is now open! Collect the full set to unlock flying special effects. Don't miss out!] I looked at the 48 pieces in the pool, along with the facial makeup and hairstyles that required spending money, and fell into deep thought.
Transmigrated into a xuanhuan world, Ye Ling becomes the background clan sister fated to be nothing more than a supporting character in the story. No top-tier talent? No mysterious inheritance? Doesn't matter! The golden finger "Heaven Rewards Diligence" manifests in reality — one part effort, several parts reward. Techniques and martial arts can all be swiftly perfected. Sword in hand, she trains tirelessly day after day in swordsmanship and martial techniques, her cultivation advancing by leaps and bounds. Faced with covetous rivals and challengers, her swordsmanship is sharp and merciless — she crushes her peers through sheer strength. No romantic entanglements, no love affairs — fully focused on cultivating and growing stronger throughout. So what if I'm just a background character? I forge my own path, sword in hand — through diligence alone, I'll reach the summit and carve out the life I want!
Shen Qingci transmigrated into a male power fantasy novel as an extra who didn't even have a single line of dialogue. The male protagonist had a Luck Value of 999, while hers was a pitiful 1. The system tasked her with posing as the eldest young lady of a hidden great family, earning gacha resources through the awe and reverence of others. She smirked. In her past life as a game planner, her specialty was wrapping an empty shell until it gleamed like pure gold. And so, accompanied by a Nascent Soul guardian, she descended upon the Azure Cloud Sect, spending 18,000 mid-grade spirit stones without so much as blinking. The Peak Masters of the five peaks fought over taking her as a disciple, until Sword Venerable Jinglian hauled her up by the collar in public and flew her straight to her cave dwelling. The entire sect was left guessing: Just what kind of background does this Northern Region Shen Family have? She had originally intended to merely steal the male protagonist's opportunities and fleece the Heavenly Dao, until she met her Second Senior Sister, Chi Yuan. Aloof and ethereal, quiet and long-suffering, Chi Yuan wouldn't utter a sound even when bullied. Shen Qingci suddenly felt that stealing opportunities could wait. In the original novel, Chi Yuan would be misunderstood, subjected to cold violence, and have her heart gouged out and blood drained, only to smile in the end and say, "I don't blame you." Shen Qingci was sick to death of this melodramatic script. She began to intercept every single "hero saves the damsel" moment meant for the male protagonist. When Chi Yuan was injured, Shen Qingci was there to catch her first; when Chi Yuan was targeted, Shen Qingci stepped forward to shield her in front of everyone; when Chi Yuan's Dao heart grew unstable, Shen Qingci stayed outside her cave dwelling, keeping watch for seven whole days. Until Chi Yuan finally raised those beautiful eyes and asked her, "Junior Sister, why are you so good to me?" Shen Qingci reached out, tucking a strand of hair blown messy by the wind behind Chi Yuan's ear, and let out a soft laugh. "Because... your junior sister has been fond of senior sister for a very long time~"
Chen Zui transmigrated into a chaotic world of martial arts. He awakened a bizarre system: The only way to become stronger was to meddle in other people's business. And so, this world gained a loafer carrying a long spear, sticking his nose into everyone's affairs everywhere he went. When two peerless sword immortals engaged in a decisive duel, Chen Zui strolled slowly onto the battlefield. "My apologies, I'm just here to deliver a message for someone. Please, carry on." When a generation's Female Prime Minister tried to persuade him to stay, Chen Zui said, "The landscape and moonlight have no permanent master; whoever is at leisure is their master." ... At the desolate borderlands during the decisive battle between the Human and Demon Races, Chen Zui floated high above the battlefield, spear in hand, and stretched lazily. "My, my... this piece of business I'm meddling in is really quite big, isn't it?"
Help! Yun Heng actually transmigrated into a cultivation novel as a cannon fodder who couldn't survive past three chapters. The original novel's female protagonist was blessed by heavenly destiny and protected by influential benefactors; with a single casual word, she could ruin Yun Heng's reputation and leave her with no place to be buried. What was she to do? Ding! Congratulations to the host on binding the Card Draw System. Initiating a 10-pull now. What? A Card Draw System? And so, Yun Heng embarked on a point-of-no-return path of earning Awe Points to draw cards... ——— Immaculate Spiritual Root? Test it! Ding, Awe Points +900! Mid-stage Nascent Soul? Fight them! Ding, Awe Points +2100! Martial Inquiry Arena's Nascent Soul Leaderboard? Climb it! Ding, Awe Points +9000! Void Refinement elder? Beat them up! Ding, Awe Points +30000! ——— While others relied on heavenly destiny to turn disaster into good fortune, she relied on drawing cards to turn dead ends into fatal traps for her enemies. Falsely accused of theft? She whipped out a Shadow-Tracing Talisman on the spot, overturning the verdict in public. No one to back her up? She summoned the ancient clan's Command Attendant, striking the entire sect silent. When the original female lead tried to snatch her opportunities, she cut her off and hijacked the secret realm first. When sects and major families tried to probe her background, she let them run wild with their imaginations, conjuring up a secluded ancient clan that had been hidden from the world for tens of thousands of years. ——— At first, everyone thought she was merely lucky. Later, as the Shadow Guards returned to their posts, ancient swords resounded once more, and the relics of the former clan saw the light of day again— Only then did they realize... The secluded ancient clan behind Yun Heng had never been a lie. Every single card she drew was awakening an era erased by heavenly destiny.
She transmigrated and became a green snake. Su Qing had no intention of transforming into a dragon. She knew the status dragons held in mythology — always getting the short end of the stick. Monkeys dared to bully them, Nezha dared to bully them, and dragon liver and phoenix marrow were considered delicacies. So all she wanted was to become a powerful demon, live as a “Willow Immortal", protect a small region of people, and enjoy a quiet life. Fortunately, she managed to achieve all of that. But a thousand years later, a young girl named Xuanzang smashed her mountain gate with a single punch and asked if she wanted to go fetch scriptures. Then came some guy with a serious case of chuunibyou syndrome, constantly shouting “Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon” and bothering them every day. Sigh. Why is it so hard to just live a peaceful life?
Wen Chu was originally doing just fine toiling away as an overworked wage slave on Blue Star, until she accidentally kicked the bucket. Bound by a system that promised to whisk her away to another world to make it big and rise to glory, who could have guessed that before their venture had even taken off, right upon entering the Primordial World, the system would be scared out of its wits by one of Pangu's earth-cleaving axe strikes? Leaving behind the origin of the Law of Life it had acquired from god-knows-where, it frantically bolted. That day, the system fled with such sheer agility that it vanished before Wen Chu could even catch sight of its tail~ Wen Chu: ... Damn it! A bootleg system with no employee benefits really is unreliable. If you're going to run, couldn't you at least take her along, hey?!! Stranded in the Primordial World with her system gone, currently standing face-to-face with Papa Pangu, who is utterly exhausted after cleaving open the heavens and earth, Wen Chu is panicking hard. Yet who could have guessed that the moment Wen Chu blurted out "Dad," the great god Pangu actually bestowed upon her the inheritance—bah, the remnant origin—of the Fiendgod of Life... Wen Chu: Ah, this... Thank you for your divine bestowal, Great God! (Thrilled face) Now that's the art of worldly wisdom. Taking form only after ages and ages had passed, a completely clueless Wen Chu resumed her life of fighting for all she was worth~
Yun Shu, equipped with a Dress-Up System, transmigrated into a novel set in a chaotic era. In the final years of the Yong Dynasty, natural disasters struck repeatedly, and the dead from starvation littered the roads. She put on the starter outfit gifted by the system — "Scent of Plain Snow" — which came with the skill "Infinite White Porridge." The system wanted her to romance the male lead, Shen Jue. Instead, she set off on a journey of playing god. With her superb acting skills, the moment she appeared, she shocked everyone. Refugees scrambled to become her believers, building her a Divine Lady temple. Day One: Hearing that a "Divine Lady" had descended to bestow porridge, Shen Jue scoffed, dismissing it as just another sorcerer's trick to swindle and fool the common people. Day Two: Seeing the refugees fleeing alongside him all drinking white porridge, while he himself — being hunted and forced to gnaw on tree bark — felt his worldview shatter. Day Three: Shen Jue knelt every three steps and kowtowed every nine steps, begging with utmost sincerity for the Divine Lady to emerge and save the world's suffering people. After that: When the harvest failed entirely, the Divine Lady waved her delicate hand and bestowed a divine seed, ensuring every household had surplus grain — never again would anyone starve to death. When plague ravaged the land, the Divine Lady held up a celestial herb, enlightening the masses and passing down a heavenly scripture for healing the sick and saving lives. When a great drought struck, the Divine Lady, moved by the people's suffering, donned feathered robes and performed a breathtaking dance atop a high platform, summoning torrential rains... From then on, peace reigned across the land. The people lived in prosperity and contentment, and the Divine Lady's name spread across the realm, her believers everywhere. The system, watching its own host max out not just the male lead's favorability, but the favorability of everyone in the entire world, asked: "Is this... normal?" Yun Shu smiled. "Basic moves. Don't overreact."
Transmigrated into a high-martial world, Ye Lin was reduced to doomed cannon fodder in a book. Facing the relentless pressure of the destined protagonist, stuck in an unwinnable dead end, he had originally planned to fight to the death. Yet in his moment of desperation, a real cultivation game launched ten years early—just for him! One year in the game was only a single day in reality, and both his cultivation base and treasures could be materialized in real life at any moment. As the server's sole player, every action he took granted him server-first achievement traits as rewards. Poor Spiritual Root? Unlocked the [Diligence Compensates for Clumsiness] trait, yielding a hundredfold return on effort. Only one life? Unlocked the [Time Walker] trait, allowing him to rewind time upon death every day. Scarce resources? Activated the [Random Replication] trait, replicating resources up to a thousand times over. ... Over ten years, Ye Lin defied fate to change his destiny, quietly grinding from a nobody into a Dao Ancestor and casually slaying the destined protagonist along the way. ... Ten years later, the Blue Planet suffered a catastrophe as evil gods of ten thousand races descended. The cultivation game officially launched, forcing all desperate humans on the Blue Planet to become players and prepare to survive by cultivating in an otherworldly realm. Yet right at that moment, a single finger suddenly reached out from within the game, instantly turning every evil god to ash. Awestruck, the players flooded into the game to check, only to behold a leaderboard in utter disbelief. Player: Ye Lin Dao Name: Tai Cang Cultivation: Invincible Dao Ancestor! ... Staring at the screen, every player went entirely numb: "The game literally just launched... and you've already become a Dao Ancestor?!"
She had her heart ripped out, her cultivation destroyed, and was exiled to the Northern Border. She collapsed in a ruined temple, waiting to die. A blind man took her home. When she wanted to die, he grabbed hold of her sword blade. Blood ran down his hand, but he never let go. Later— "You're an alchemist now?" "Why wouldn't I be?" "A blind person can refine pills?" "None of your business." "I forgot you used to be a formation master." "Are you deliberately bringing up painful memories? Just take your medicine!" Jiang Ci grumbled as she swallowed the bitter pill. "You definitely bribed someone for that Second-Rank Alchemist certificate." Lu Yan's face darkened. The medicine worked perfectly fine, so why did she keep saying that? Forget it. He was the one who picked her up in the first place, so he could only put up with it. "Add some honey next time..." Jiang Ci immediately beamed. "You're the best." Lu Yan rubbed his forehead. "Where exactly did my cold and aloof Sword Fairy go?"
Programmer Bai Qingxue suddenly died from overwork, then transmigrated into a novel as its aloof female villain. Good news: her talent was maxed out, and her beauty was unrivaled. Bad news: she was currently being dumped. And yet, the plot after that seemed to go a little off-script. Why was the tsundere junior sister who was supposed to cling to the male lead always sneaking over to the cold pond where Bai Qingxue trained, blushing as she muttered, “Senior Sister looks so good when she’s cold as ice...”? Why was the sect’s holy maiden, who was supposed to weather hardships alongside the male lead, knocking on Bai Qingxue’s door late at night with a sacred healing medicine, her gaze complicated as she whispered, “Junior Sister Bai, your path should not be confined to this place.” Even the demonic enchantress who was supposed to turn evil later in the original story had now appeared early, wrapping Bai Qingxue’s wrist with a binding immortal rope and breathing softly by her ear. “An aloof fairy? I want to see what lies beneath that layer of ice.” Bai Qingxue looked at the “heroines” and “female villains” before her, all gradually drifting further from the original plot and growing stranger by the day, and fell into deep thought.
The game Tribulation of Ten Thousand Races had a notoriously toxic plot flaw: forced garbage right at the start—the stunning Sword Immortal Bai Zhirou was guaranteed to suffer a scripted death, forced to detonate her Sword Heart to forcefully balance character stats. Yet, the game had crazy high replayability. Players could be righteous cultivators upholding justice or demonic practitioners wreaking havoc across the land. Although every playthrough got stuck right at the point of ascending to the Immortal Realm, each run offered a brand-new experience. Jiang Ye, a professional power leveler wearing a brain-computer helmet, launched his tenth playthrough. But this time, he hit a bug—he could actually control the character early! Without hesitation, he took over the battlefield! Jiang Ye: "Hehehe, get wrecked, you scrubs!" He easily cleared the so-called "scripted death." Looking at the successfully activated Sword Heart, his lips curled up into a wild smirk, only to discover in shock: Where is my log-out button? Who stole it?! Jiang Ye: Oh crap, why can't I control the character again? Oh crap, how did the character develop her own consciousness? Oh crap, I really became the old mentor spirit! Talk about three craps in a row... ------------- Facing a genius of the demonic path, Jiang Ye executed a Perfect Dodge. "Huh, the Ah San dodge mod is still working? Watch my Ah San Execution then—yep, still as flashy as ever." Bai Zhirou: "Heh, I might as well throw this body away..." Years later, when a Demon King descended to annihilate countless living beings and the ten thousand races fell into despair... "Clang, clang, clang..." The familiar sound of parrying echoed once more. "Sword Immortal Bai! She's here! She's marching in with her custom BGM!"
After being blown to death, Li Nanzhu transmigrates into a beloved “group pampering” novel—as nothing more than a cannon-fodder female supporting character. She thought she was already unlucky enough, only to discover that the sect she randomly joined is actually a gathering place for villains! But what does that have to do with someone like her—someone who just wants to die? Every time she thinks about giving up and rotting away to death, someone always reaches out and pulls her back from the pain. “Why? Why choose me?” “We chose you—because it’s you.” “The sky won’t fall. Someone will always hold it up for you.” Live on. Only by living do you earn the right to become the strongest. Whether it’s redeeming others or redeeming yourself, only by standing at the very peak of the clouds do you gain the right to pursue the truth. And those youths who refused to believe in fate etched their laughter into her destiny, branding warmth into her Dao heart. Even after a thousand years of wind and snow pass—when she looks back, the laughter carved into her fate still echoes through the ages.
Xue Mingzhao transmigrated into a cultivation novel. The good news: She didn't transmigrate as the vicious female villain. The bad news: She didn't transmigrate as the female lead either. The even worse news: She transmigrated in her physical body—without a backer, without cultivation, to the point where even a stray dog on the street could wipe the floor with her. To survive, she decided to leech off the female lead's opportunities and secure a place to stay. Instead of leeching any opportunities, however, she ended up joining the dirt-poor Grand Primordium Sect. The sect was penniless, with spiritual energy so thin even a dog would turn its nose up at it. Oh well, since she was already here. The female lead's big opportunity? Snatched. The female villain's treasure? Swiped. The male lead's secret treasure? Sorry, first come, first served. Eventually, the sect turned its fortunes around, and her senior brothers and sisters all made a name for themselves. Just when she thought she could finally kick back and relax, the true secrets of this world began to surface. Only then did Xue Mingzhao realize— Her arrival in this world was no accident at all. Looking at her fellow disciples standing behind her, Xue Mingzhao rolled up her sleeves: Alright then, guess I'll save the world while I'm at it.
I, Luo Qingyu, a college senior, died suddenly while writing my thesis. I thought I would go through the standard Netherworld procedures after death, but when I woke up, I found I had transmigrated—and into a drab, penniless extra, no less. Upon realizing I had transmigrated into the novel Crossing the Starry River with a Single Sword that I had read before, after a brief silence, I decided to stay far, far away from the Five Sects. Are you kidding me? With no power and no talent, wouldn't I be the very first to die if I encountered danger in there? As a clear-headed master of laying low, Luo Qingyu decided to return to her old trade: rent a storefront in the market, open a shop, comfortably lie back to earn spirit stones, and live as a happy little parasite. Unfortunately, the system in her head refused to go along with it no matter what! [Warning! The host is attempting to deviate from the main plot!] [Issuing Mandatory Quest: Join the Changming Sect and become a Personal Disciple.] [Penalty for Failure: Returned to original world with soul destroyed.] Luo Qingyu: "..." To save her own miserable life, she had no choice but to get dragged into the main plot, biting the bullet to squeeze into the Changming Sect and becoming Ye Qiao's Fourth Senior Sister. Looking at this Junior Sister in front of her who drew aggro everywhere she went, Luo Qingyu was utterly speechless. Seeing how much hatred she drew back in the book was bad enough, but in reality, this little ancestor's trouble-making speed and aggro levels were ten times worse! Left with no other choice as her senior sister, Luo Qingyu was dragged astray by Ye Qiao as well. Every day, if she wasn't causing trouble, she was on her way to cause trouble.
Lu Ming transmigrated just as he was about to “reach” the peak of his life—and he even came with a “protagonist” halo. But right at the start, he nearly starved to death at home. Firmly believing he’s the main character, he expects his childhood sweetheart to bring him food… yet the one who shows up is a big yellow dog instead. He kidnaps someone’s ancestral tablet, beats a reborn Immortal Emperor to death thinking he’s just a thief, and nearly bursts his dantian during cultivation—convinced it’s simply expanding… He lives by one belief: “I’m the protagonist—how could I possibly die?” But… is he really the protagonist?
“Senior Brother, why has your cultivation improved so quickly? Do you have some kind of secret?” “You should talk more with your cultivation technique and raise its affection level. Occasionally give your technique some gifts, then have special interactions with it during certain festivals. Finally, during the mysterious inner event of the technique, confess your feelings to it! Once the technique agrees to be with you and shows you its special CG, your cultivation technique will be perfected.” “…?”
Fang Xuan transmigrates into a female-lead tragedy novel and binds himself to the All-Heavens Training System—then, with one fatal misclick, sets himself as the training target. Now he’s become Ning Xian’s exclusive. His daily tasks include things like: being fed by his cold senior sister (+0.1), sneaking a sniff of her blanket (+0.1), and getting system warnings for inappropriate fantasies… Meanwhile, that senior sister—a future calamity who will one day bathe the land in blood, whose gaze alone can freeze souls—is blushing as she gently asks, “Tonight… are we doing that again…?” “Absolutely. Please, Senior Sister—train me properly.” …… But as time goes on, why does Senior Sister seem to be getting more and more obedient? Wait— who’s training who, exactly?
What should I do when a nemesis I've fought for five thousand years suddenly ascends to immortality? Asking for advice online, it's urgent! To think that he, Zhang Mingyuan, the dignified Mahayana cultivator and Sacred Lord of Qingyun Heaven, was actually trampled underfoot by a woman and suffered endless humiliation! He swore he would make that woman pay a truly bloody price!
Transmigrated as a destitute scholar, Chen Ning studied tirelessly with his heart set on traveling to the capital for the Imperial Examination. Only when he accidentally touched his maid's fox tail did he realize that this world was not as simple as it appeared on the surface! Fortunately, Chen Ning awakened the Confucian Saint System just in time, slaying demons and studying every day. [You studied the 《Analects》 and comprehended the Divine Ability: Purple Qi Protection] [You recited "Ode to Gallants" and comprehended the Divine Ability: Poem and Wine Sword Art] [You slayed the Demon King of Mount Shu and comprehended the Divine Ability: Nine-Word Mantra] Ten years later, when Chen Ning expounded the classics and preached the Dao to all living beings, his Noble Righteous Qi extended for over thirty thousand li, drawing divine phoenixes to perch on branches and Flood Dragons to emerge from the sea. "You say what I preach is wrong? Then take a strike from my sword first!" Buddhists, Daoists, and Demons: "Wait... you call this a Confucian Cultivator?"
She became a green serpent, gliding through the waters by the Wei River, thinking that this life would pass in muddled obscurity. Then, one day, someone hauled her out of the water. The one who took her embroidered her into a totem, carried her into battle across all directions, adorning her with the traits of many tribal totems! From that moment on, the fate of the snake was bound to this land. Five thousand towering years! I have seen many people, I have seen many events. I have watched kings and ministers ascend the stage, and I have watched flowers fall, helpless against fate. I was the foremost contributor to the fall of Shang, the teacher of the First Emperor, a guest of Emperor Wu of Han, a friend of the Crouching Dragon. I witnessed the elegance of Wei and Jin, I beheld the grandeur of the High Tang. I heard the many graces of the Two Song dynasties, I sighed that Yongle was not truly Yongle. The totem raised by the Wei River is me, and the symbol of the Heaven-ordained Son will also be me! What? You ask who I am? My name is Qing Nu—Shaodian Qing Nu. Just a snake who longs to become a dragon.