When Lan Xing woke up, she felt like the whole world had changed...
The good news: she had transmigrated into a book and become the heroine.
The bad news: she had become the heroine who was the spiritual sustenance of an ensemble cast...
Thinking back on how the book contained only a little bit of proper plot, Lan Xing felt her whole world collapse...
Was this the price she had to pay for being sworn enemies with gambling, drugs, and vice? Sob...
Still, fortunately, through her tireless efforts, she found a sect in that scant bit of proper plot that could stand against the sects where the male leads were based.
After finally joining the Qingxu Sect, Lan Xing looked at her own senior disciple brother, an immortal cultivator of the demon race, her second senior sister, a cultivator of the devil path, and her junior disciple brother, a cultivator of the ghost path, and fell into deep thought.
Did her master have a stamp-collecting hobby? Had he picked one lucky disciple from each of the four races: humans, demons, devils, and ghosts?
