Reborn as Xu Yuan, the cannon-fodder junior sister in a cultivation novel, I decided to stick to the art of keeping my head down.
Train every day? That’s for the try-hards.
Fawn over my senior brothers? That’s for simps.
All I have to do is act sweet and obedient in front of my master, then quietly wait for the day the plot kills me off.
Until one day, I stumbled upon the sect’s biggest secret in the back mountains.
The legendary, noble and spotless senior brother, Baili Rong, was smiling as he pushed the senior sister who’d framed a fellow disciple off a cliff.
He wiped his fingers clean, unhurriedly turned to me, and spoke so gently it could melt your heart:
“Junior Sister Xu, it was windy just now. Are your eyes all right?”
I let out a sobbing hiccup on the spot. “Hic... I-I got sand in them! I can’t see a thing!”
Help! This is not how the plot is supposed to go!
Isn’t senior brother the one with the villainess script?!
