[No female rivalry + no everyone’s-beloved heroine + older woman, younger man + coming-of-age powerhouse heroine + greedy, lustful heroine VS stunningly beautiful male lead]
It wasn’t until the System bound her and ordered her to rewrite the villain’s fate that Lin Shuangbai realized she had been reborn into a book.
System: Where’s a transmigrator’s caution? This is the classic male-oriented annulment plot!
Lin Shuangbai: Is that my fault? What kind of annulment plot has the male lead and the villain sharing the same fiancée?
The System curled its lip. Who else is there to blame? If you weren’t greedy and lustful, would you have stepped on two land mines at once?
What’s wrong with being greedy and lustful?
Lin Shuangbai refused to back down. My grandma was greedy, and my mother was lustful. I’m both greedy and lustful, which proves my bloodline is pure!
System: Pah!
What a fine family tradition the Lin family has!
The System didn’t bother arguing. Anyway, if the plot isn’t changed, the world will collapse! You figure it out.
Lin Shuangbai had no problem acting as the villain’s protector. After all, that flower already belonged to her.
But!
“Shouldn’t you change my plotline first?”
System: You have fewer than three thousand words in the entire book. What the hell is there to change?
Huh?
Fine!
Lin Shuangbai drew her blade with a smile. She was the esteemed young head of a prominent clan, a rising star in the cultivation world, and the future Immortal of Tribulation Transcendence for the human race (self-proclaimed)!
Being cannon fodder was bad enough, but she didn’t even get a full chapter?
“This is outrageous!”
And so Lin Shuangbai embarked on her mission to protect her flower, slaying gods when they stood in her way and Buddhas when they did the same!
Later, at the peak of the final battle on Shouyang Mountain,
the male lead was the first to break down. “Why is everyone trying to stop me?!”
Lin Shuangbai: Don’t make things up. It’s just the two of us.
After the plot went so far off course that even its mother wouldn’t recognize it,
the Devil Venerable, a delicate flower, looked down at his protector. “Will you wait for me?”
Lying in the flower’s lap, Lin Shuangbai stroked a leaf (she wouldn’t dare touch a petal). “Of course. Otherwise, wouldn’t an immortal’s ten thousand years be unbearably lonely?”
