How Do I Escape When Everyone's Love-Struck?

[Passionate growth, not a mindless power fantasy, no romance, strong female lead and ensemble cast]

After getting drunk because of her hopelessly lovesick friend, Feng Le wakes up in a cultivation world. She has become the senior disciple who was unconscious for a long time and, after waking, helps pave the way for the protagonist group. The sect master and the personal disciples have also suffered at her hands.

She stole their spiritual roots, gave them inner demons, took their blood, and destroyed their sword bones. In the end, a generation of prodigies met their downfall.

After learning the plot, she gazes up at the sky and wonders which sect she should flee to, preferably one that offers good benefits and teaches the Heartless Dao.

The System tempts her: Host, you feel sorry for these poor souls, don't you? It's not too late to set them straight.

Feng Le: I can't do that. Let's just bundle them up and sell them to the protagonist group right now.

The System threatens her: Host, if they die, you won't survive either.

Feng Le: I can't? If I can't do it, then who can!

Ever since Feng Le woke up, the sect's whole atmosphere has changed. Even the sect master, once the very picture of elegance, is no longer the same.

She chases after Feng Le every day, making a complete spectacle of herself. "You wretched disciple! You got my contracted beast pregnant! Stop right there, don't even think about running!"

And so begins the classic chase: she runs, he pursues, and she has no way to escape.

When her second junior brother worries over his weapon crafting, Feng Le comforts him: "A bald man will shine eventually."

As time moves the plot forward and fate begins to veer off course,

Third Junior Sister: "Before asking your cultivation partner to meet your standards, you should take a good look at yourself."

Fourth Junior Sister: "Less flirting, more eating. Life is so much better without romance."

Fifth Junior Brother: "Your conscience won't hurt me, but your ignorance will."

Years later, the female cultivator Yin Zhaokong commands the field. She points her sword at the heavens, draws talismans with her bare hands, refines pills without a cauldron, and stands before the sect surrounded by immortal artifacts.

"This city, this sect, these people:

Not by Heaven's decree, not by your word.

Only by mine."