Three Parts Cold, Taking on the Whole Arena

My name is Su Ran, and I transmigrated into the most useless junior sister in a cultivation sect.

The day my senior brother bullied me, I muttered, "It's getting cold. The Wang family should go bankrupt."

A bolt of heavenly lightning came crashing down, giving my senior brother a frizzy, explosive hairstyle.

The whole sect was stunned. My aloof, snow-cold master looked me in the eye for the first time.

He summoned me to his cave and asked seriously, "Is this 'Wang family' you speak of my enemy?"

Me: ??? Master, let me explain. That's from a novel!

Later, I became famous.

The domineering CEO quotes I wrote were hailed as scripture. Sword cultivators practiced the sword intent of "three parts mockery, four parts cold detachment," and the Demon Lord asked me to write a script about "winning your wife back after losing her."

Then my master cornered me in the Scripture Pavilion, his voice low: "I heard you gave me a first love in the next chapter?"

"Woman, you've successfully caught my attention."

My legs went weak. "M-M-Master, that's the Heavenly Dao demanding an update, not something I wrote!"

He leaned close, his breath brushing my ear. "Then keep writing. If you don't do it well, I'll teach you myself."