I transmigrated into a cultivation novel as a cannon-fodder character, and the System told me to follow the plot.
I waved it off. “Nothing beats a good nap.”
So while the original heroine trained hard with her sword, I sunbathed; while she explored secret realms, I read storybooks.
Then came the day our sect was wiped out. The Demon Venerable descended, pointing his sword at my master’s throat.
The entire sect fought until they were drenched in blood, but no one could stop him.
I sighed, put down the melon seeds I’d been eating, and slowly got to my feet as everyone watched in despair.
“Um… sorry to interrupt.”
I pulled a crumpled talisman from beneath my pillow and yawned.
“Could you wait until I open the Heavenly Gate before you kill him?”
The next instant, thunder roared in the heavens, and ten thousand swords rang out.
Behind me, my senior brother Shen Qingci chuckled. “…Can’t keep up the act anymore?”
I turned and looked at him, smiling too.
“Yeah, because I just realized…”
“This lousy sect, these troublesome fellow disciples…”
“I’d actually miss them.”
