[Transmigrate into a book, strong female lead, both leads are each other’s only partner, one-on-one romance]
[Easygoing, carefree, goofy second senior sister VS sharp-tongued, soft-hearted, scheming junior brother]
P.S. This isn’t a wish-fulfillment story, but the female lead is strong (not one of those stories where the male lead is even stronger than the strong female lead). The male lead appears later, so steer clear if that bothers you.
One day, Yan Cangshu transmigrates into a novel as an unnamed NPC, with a brother who isn’t exactly the brightest.
Looking at their drafty, run-down shack, Yan Cangshu resolves to change their situation. She rushes to join the sect of the original male and female leads, figuring she can latch onto a powerful ally first and worry about the rest later.
But when she takes the spiritual root test, it turns out she was born with a sword bone: a cultivation prodigy.
Yan Cangshu: “Why bother latching onto anyone? I’ll train hard, point my sword at the heavens, and become the ultimate badass!”
System: “Impossible. Absolutely impossible. The spotlight belongs to the male and female leads.”
Yan Cangshu: “Who says there can only be two people in the spotlight?”
System: “...You sure know how to exploit a loophole.”
Yan Cangshu wastes no time, immersing herself in cultivation until she finally astonishes everyone at the Disciples’ Grand Assembly and becomes the sect leader’s personal disciple.
Yan Cangshu waves a hand, looking smug. “No big deal. It barely took any effort.”
Having achieved a little success, Yan Cangshu plans to travel the world with the main cast to complete her mission. But just as she leaves the mountain, she happens to pick up a tragic, beautiful young man. By the rules of transmigrating into a book, he must be a powerful yet ill-fated beauty. How could she not bring him back to the sect? He might come in handy someday. So she dusts herself off, scoops him up, and takes him back to Taixi Sect, then heads off to roam the world again. Half a year later, when she returns to the sect, the young man she picked up is standing right in front of her, looking deeply aggrieved.
Yan Cangshu thinks to herself: Why do I feel guilty, like I used him and then dumped him?
