Down the Mountain to Find My Junior Sister, Only to Catch the Tortured-Romance Heroes Losing Their Minds

[Fantasy martial arts + subverting tropes + a chaotic ensemble cast + transmigration + reborn + 1v1 romance + mutual healing + bickering couple]

In the eighteenth year of stealing her master’s precious medicinal herbs to pass the time, Xu Wangshu was finally allowed to leave the mountain.

She was going to find her missing junior sister and attend a grand gathering.

She thought she was finally about to begin the life of a heroine she’d dreamed of, but who could have guessed that halfway down the mountain, a shameless young man in white would intercept her?!

That jerk swindled her out of every last coin, then changed his story and insisted her master had sent him to follow and look after her.

He said, “You only lost thirty taels, but I lost something far more precious: my time and my body!”

Furious, Xu Wangshu punched him in the forehead and let loose a stream of curses.

Who drugged her and sent her into a bandit den, where she ran into a psychotic young lady who stabbed her older brother and then her nephew, putting on a real-life version of Thunderstorm?

Who talked her into going to Qingshi Town, where she saw a cold-blooded doctor wipe out her sweetheart’s entire family, then act out a real-life forced-love story?

And who led her into the Misty Forest, where she met a deranged widower who collected strangers’ body parts to piece together the appearance of his lost lover?

“Hold it,” Guizhen interrupted, then said something she simply couldn’t argue with.

“Because of our contract, whenever you get hurt, the injury gets transferred to me. You can beat me all you like, and you still won’t end up with so much as a scratch.”

...Fair enough. Not a bad deal.

“And besides, I’m the head of the family. Do you still want to marry into my family and finish your mission or not?”

After hearing that, Xu Wangshu sneered and immediately pressed her sword to her own neck.

With a thump, the Number One Under Heaven dropped to all fours, his voice utterly sincere. “My lady, I was wrong! You’re clever, brave, and strong. How could a lowly servant like me dare...”

Well, look at you, acting so tough. You think I can’t handle you?