I Started Slacking Off and Tore the Male Lead’s Halo Away

The day Su Qingyuan transmigrated into a cultivation novel as the cannon-fodder villainess who dug out the male lead's spiritual root, shielded him from monsters, and died horribly in the end, she had a sword pointed at her heart. She was tired. In her previous life, she'd worked overtime for her boss until she dropped dead. And now she was supposed to dig out a spiritual root for someone's beloved? No more. She walked into the back hills, basked in the sun, ate spirit fruit, and decided to lie flat and do nothing. The System chimed: “Refusing to give more, cultivation level +100 years.” Later, her senior brother knelt outside the valley, begging her to come back. She rolled over, pulled her outer robe up to her chin, and went back to sleep. From “Senior Brother, whatever you need, I'll give you” to “I don't need anything, least of all you.” This wasn't a husband chasing his wife through hell. It was a girl finally realizing that in this life, her greatest source of support had always been herself.