The Frail Heiress Is the True Will of Heaven. So What If I Grovel at Her Feet?

[Everyone's Cheating Their Way to the Top + Face-Slapping the Scum + Ridiculous Comedy + Ensemble Cast + The Whole Group Dotes on Her + Pocket Dimension]

Yu Xijiao was bound to a System that told her she was the real heiress in a cultivation novel about a fake heiress and a real heiress, and also a cannon-fodder character. Her mission was to save five other villains and poke a hole through the Three Thousand Worlds. The sweet little Heavenly Dao, freshly revived after being stabbed full of holes, smiled and nodded, assuring her that it was no big deal.

When the System checked its Host's profile, it read, “Delicate and sickly.” The System didn't think much of it.

Then a gust of wind blew by, and the Host suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The girl grinned, revealing bloodstained teeth. “You old geezer, I told you the wind was pretty strong today.” The System let out a piercing shriek.

Scene One:

Yu Xijiao pointed at a bullying scene in the distance and asked the System, “Those bullies are the villains, right?”

The System shook its head and pointed to the person with tear-streaked cheeks, hugging their legs and begging for mercy. “That one's the villain.”

Yu Xijiao looked at the fool, the idiot, the cripple, the maimed, and the useless wretch standing nearby, and fell silent.

Scene Two:

Early on, Yu Xijiao would say, “The wind's stronger than yesterday, so I might as well die first.”

The villains: “...”

Later, the wind would blow, and before Yu Xijiao could even frown, all sorts of rare defensive artifacts would land on her at once.

Scene Three:

The cultivation world's chosen geniuses were trapped in a desperate situation, and everyone was on the verge of death.

Then a loud bang rang out from the sky. The “useless wretches” everyone looked down on came armed, casually cleaved through the harmful black smoke, then turned to the crowd and called out as they held up their sacks, “Come on, come on! Eight hundred spirit stones for ordinary disciples, a thousand for personal disciples!”

In short: The sickly heiress who is the Heavenly Dao carries everyone to victory.