A Genius Transmigrates into a Book to Cultivate the Ruthless Dao, and Goes Crazy

[No CP + System progression + emotionless sword cultivator + woman disguised as a man]

[A chaotic battle among the sect’s villains, also known as: A catalogue of the astonishing deeds of the villainous founder while leveling up under oppression]

A survival guide to the bizarre rules of transmigrating into a book about cultivating immortality: First, don’t pick up random people. Second, don’t take in good-for-nothings. Third, don’t take in good-for-nothings who cultivate the emotionless path.

Chen Mo checks all three boxes. Right after she transmigrates into the book, someone frames her and sends her tumbling to the bottom of a cliff. All she has to do is stay alive. Luckily, her golden finger shows up just in time. She thinks she’s about to rise to the top, but it turns out this golden finger is no pushover either. Which golden finger hints at her death in every single line? Good thing she’s clever enough to outsmart it.

This was supposed to be a good-for-nothing-to-genius progression story, with a script that would make her the center of everyone’s attention. So why are her fellow disciples either on their way to do something evil or on their way to hack each other apart?

Life is dull, but her fellow disciples never hold back. No heart, no feelings, no mercy: this cannibalistic sect is the worst of them all.

The sect master said I was a once-in-ten-thousand-years genius, the greatest the sect had seen in its thousand-year history, so I destroyed the sect.

As the great villain of the novel, I’m the one who destroys the Xuanqing Sect. Shouldn’t that be the ending? Why are they saying the story isn’t over yet?

Oh, turns out I’m the ultimate beautiful, powerful, unhinged villain, with the legacy of a fallen evil sect, terrifying strength, and a worldview beyond reproach.

But why is someone looking at me with such a pained expression? If you can’t beat me, just say so.

Cultivating the emotionless path is great. It’s just that even as a student, I’m surrounded by romantic entanglements.

Good thing I’m not normal, or I’d never graduate.