After I Transmigrate as a Cannon Fodder, the Female Lead Won't Leave Me Alone

[Transmigrate into a book + cultivation + underdog comeback + two female leads doting on each other + lighthearted comedy]

Qin Shiyu was an ice-type esper who survived a beast tide in the apocalypse. The last thing she saw before dying was a sea of zombies stretching as far as the eye could see. When she opened her eyes again, she had transmigrated into a cultivation novel as a blackened cannon-fodder character who wouldn’t survive more than a few chapters.

In the book, she grew jealous of her childhood friend from the same village, Shen Qingwan, for her talent. After joining a sect, she fell for slander, turned to the demonic path, and ultimately died as nothing more than experience points for the heroine.

Qin Shiyu: Oh. Then I just won’t turn evil. I can lie flat, right?

She had only hoped to test as having a mixed spiritual root and spend her days doing nothing. Who could have guessed that the spiritual-root stele would shine brilliantly, revealing an ice-type heavenly spiritual root!

Even more absurdly, Shen Qingwan, who had a chaos spiritual root, smiled and tugged at her sleeve. “Wherever you go, Shiyu, I’ll go too~”

So the two of them joined the most laid-back sect, Tianyan Sect, where their three senior disciples doted on them like little treasures.

While others gnawed on fasting pills in secret realms, Qin Shiyu pulled cumin-roasted spirit beast meat from her apocalypse storage ring.

While others fought tooth and nail over demon cores, she used ice traps and a spirit-powered pistol to rack up points with precise shots.

When fasting pills failed during the competition between the six sects, Qin Shiyu silently offered the spirit-spring fruit she had stocked up on. “Don’t drain me. I only have enough to share.”

After Shen Qingwan awakened her memories of a past life, she wrapped an arm around Qin Shiyu’s waist and smiled. “In our last life, you died after turning to the demonic path for me. This time, I’ll protect you.”

Qin Shiyu expressionlessly turned the skewers of roasted meat. “Mm-hmm. Let’s talk after I finish this.”