Yan Xingye was an utterly ordinary bookworm, until a bolt of lightning hurled her into the cultivation novel she'd just finished reading, where she became a cannon-fodder master who wouldn't survive three chapters. The System promised: Follow the plot to the end, and you'll be reborn into a life of comfort. She believed it. After all, she was already dead.
But after diligently playing the part of a background-character master, the moment her body perished, the System tossed her into an infinite-flow world. The good news: she was alive. The bad news: she had to clear dungeons to stay that way, and failing meant real death.
Using the tricks she'd learned in the cultivation world, she thrived in the dungeons and became the mysterious, wildly unconventional “unorthodox big shot” on the rankings.
Then one day, in an ancient-style horror dungeon, she came face-to-face with three figures so familiar her legs nearly gave out: the three disciples she'd raised with her own hands in the cultivation world. One was a deranged obsessive, one a gloomy yandere, and one hid a blade behind his smile. Their eyes were filled with possessiveness whenever they looked at her.
Yan Xingye's scalp prickled. She immediately latched onto the number-four-ranked big shot. He was quiet, gentle, considerate, and exactly her type: “Big shot, give me a hand. My legs are shaking.”
Only later did she discover that the big shot had another identity, and that their ties ran deep. Meanwhile, her three disciples' gazes grew more and more unsettling.
When she tried to run, the man caught her wrist and said softly, “I can give up everything. Just don't leave me behind.”
Yan Xingye: ...Why is this plot even harder to deal with than the cultivation world?
