An author whose novel had been on hiatus suddenly died and transmigrated into the cultivation story she had written, as the villainess.
Ye Youyou, who had the script in hand, was not having it!
The original owner was a textbook cannon fodder character. She had a trash spiritual root and a nasty streak, spending every day scheming not to improve her cultivation, but to trip up the heroine and eagerly serve as a stepping stone for her.
Her purpose in the story… was to stir up trouble and bring the male and female leads closer, while also giving the heroine free gear.
To stay away from the heroine and save her own skin, she refused to choose anyone at the immortal sect’s disciple-master selection ceremony.
But because she was so pretty, a sect full of glass cannons snatched her up.
As the saying goes, a few glass cannons are nothing to fear, but when they all end up in one place, who’s supposed to tank the team fight?
The worst part was that while other people who transmigrated into books had the full script and could defy fate, she only had half of hers. She knew her sect was full of cannon-fodder villains, but had no idea how they would die!
Was she panicking? Absolutely!!!
Ye Youyou was panicking herself to death!
Was panicking any use? No!
She would rise to the top!
So what if fate was against her? She’d fight it anyway.
A trash spiritual root? No problem. She knew where to find a spirit spring that could cleanse the marrow. A quick soak would turn it into a dual spiritual root, even more extraordinary than before.
Then she looked back and nearly found her home stolen from under her nose.
Her six genius senior brothers were practically lining up to get themselves killed. Were they trying to make sure the heroine got all the loot?
Senior Brothers, stop feeding the enemy! Her miraculous healing arts were about to fail to keep up with all these glass chickens.
The senior brothers guarded their little junior sister like an eagle protecting its chick. “Don’t be afraid, Junior Sister. Stay behind us and keep your head down.”
The junior sister obediently hid behind them and quietly cast healing spells, thinking to herself: Without me, not one of you would make it. A bunch of glass cannons insisting on fighting head-on. Is that the kind of single-minded stupidity that gets you killed as cannon fodder?
Could you at least look at the protagonist aura over their heads and consider your own limits?
