“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!”
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.
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.
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~"
"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...
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.
After losing both her parents and her legs in a car accident, Lan Qingyou could only lie in bed waiting to die—until she was forcibly transported into another world where magic runs rampant, and must struggle to survive. Survive? Not really. Although she starts with only an E-rank talent and a tree hollow as her shelter, Lan Qingyou does not lose heart. She studies alchemy, grows herbs, crafts magical puppets, and absorbs all the knowledge in this world that can benefit her. Her talent is weak? Then she develops a [Talent Ascension Potion] to enhance it herself. The human race has too low a ceiling? Then she creates a [Race Transformation Potion] and simply stops being human.
“The Golden Radiant Wall,” “The Tideblade’s End,” “The Dawn of the Silver Armor,” “The Sirens’ Nightmare,” “The Last Line of Defense Beneath the Sun”— Ophelia, the Empire’s First Knight. And you are nothing more than an obscure minor noble from the countryside. How are you supposed to face such an overwhelming gap? Klein’s response: Tonight, I absolutely have to tell my wife that the difference in stamina between a knight and a mage is simply too great — could she please stop pushing herself like this? Yes. Tonight.
I was imprisoned for five years by my yandere younger sister. After finally escaping, I was hit and killed by a truck. When I opened my eyes again— I had become the eldest son of a frontier duke in the empire. That day, my father picked up a baby outside the door. The moment the baby saw me, it burst into giggles!
Transmigrating into another world, Li Dalun becomes a borderland dungeon? Countless intruders, coveting the dungeon’s riches, swarm toward this border dungeon. Dungeon too weak? Terrifying monsters are created without end. Dungeon too small? New floors are opened again and again. The dungeon has only one purpose: to stop every invader—and turn them into nourishment. The adventurers stepping inside right now don’t realize that a legendary dungeon—packed with treasure and riddled with peril—is being born beneath their feet. But today, the adventurers are confident. “Let’s party up and take down the boss—this time, we’ll definitely clear it!”
“Ms. Grinya Loren, you are under arrest!” “Why? Just because I assassinated the king, colluded with evil god believers, stole the Church’s supreme divine artifact, released the Bloodflame Demonic Hound that could destroy the continent, and even stole a child’s lollipop?” “The evidence is conclusive. Do you have anything else to say in your defense?” “Yes! None of that was actually done by me. Someone was controlling my body, whispering strange things in my ear the whole time.” “Such as?” “Open waypoints, push the main quest, clear the inventory… oh my heavens, by the Archons above, I don’t understand any of it. Every single day I had to listen to that person muttering in my ear, then watch him control my body and dictate my life. I’m truly sick of living like this!” “Oh wait!” Grinya suddenly looked terrified. “This feeling… my body! He’s back—he’s back again!” Before she could finish speaking, Grinya’s expression turned blank, her gaze cold and indifferent. “Sorry. I just lagged.”
"Even though I've been reincarnated as the weakest among the chromatic dragons, and even though I've crossed over as a little female dragon with a disastrous starting hand, at least I'm part of a top-tier race. It’s better than being reincarnated as a maggot." Jonavili Frator Amody looked at her pure white dragon scales, now covered in bloodstains and dust, and was forced to accept the reality: she had somehow transmigrated to this magical continent as a white wyrmling because of a drinking bout. "Since I've come to this strange world, how could I not make a grand name for myself? Hehe, hehe, hehe..."