Me, Du Ruo. I transmigrated into a cultivation novel as the cannon-fodder junior sister destined to be sacrificed.
My senior brother Zhang Yu, courtesy name Fangmo, is a future Sword Sovereign, as gentle as jade. Sadly, he dies taking a heavenly tribulation for the heroine.
My second senior brother Xie Baishu, courtesy name Hanzhang, is a future Medical Sage who heals the world with a benevolent heart. Sadly, he dies testing medicine for the heroine.
My senior sister Li Ying, courtesy name Chaoyan, is a future Goddess of War, bold and valiant. Sadly, she falls while covering the heroine’s escape.
And me, Du Ruo, courtesy name Changyan. In the future, I’ll be their “tearjerker,” the first to die, whose only purpose is to make the protagonists grief-stricken enough to unlock their full power.
To stay alive, I decide to avoid the main plot, reject tearful drama, and live by the principle of keeping my head down!
My senior sister wants to teach me peerless swordsmanship? No thanks. Waving weapons around is too dangerous.
My second senior brother wants to pass on his medical knowledge? No thanks. Every medicine has its poison.
My senior brother wants to take me on an adventure? No way. Staying home at the sect is safest.
Then, during the war between immortals and demons, the Demon Lord smacks me flying with a single palm.
“That’s it?” I dust myself off and get back up.
The whole sect stares at me, dumbfounded.
I look innocent. “Um... I just wanted to live a peaceful life, but I didn’t expect that being invincible... would be kind of lonely.”
