[Playing the Fool to Catch the Tiger + Devoted Love + Male Rivals Competing + Sweet Romance + Happy Ending]
Song Fuyin transmigrated into a cultivation novel called My Sweet Junior Sister Has It So Good, Taking Turns Choosing Her Master and Senior Brothers.
The cold, domineering master; the gentle, refined second senior brother; the sweet-faced, dark-hearted third senior brother; the cold, aloof fourth senior brother; the arrogant, unruly fifth senior brother; and the warm, sunny sixth senior brother.
None of them were hers.
The heroine was a lively, cheerful junior sister, beloved by everyone, while she was a rigid, dull senior sister who couldn't adapt.
The master she respected had abandoned her again and again for the junior sister. The younger disciples she had raised with her own hands gradually favored the cheerful, smiling junior sister who loved to act cute.
She trained hard, day and night without rest, yet her cultivation was nowhere near a fraction of the junior sister's.
The junior sister only had to wiggle her fingers and raise her favorability, and her cultivation would shoot up.
She grew jealous of the junior sister, resented her, framed her, and was ultimately stripped of her spiritual root and robbed of her life.
A junior sister arrived at Cangqiong Mountain. Every day, she followed the senior brothers around, sweetly calling them "Senior Brother."
She was compliant and went out of her way to make the senior brothers happy, even taking blows for them. Gradually, the senior brothers favored her.
The heavenly treasures meant for the senior sister went to her instead.
The precious magical artifacts painstakingly sought out were given to her.
When the senior sister argued with her, they took her side.
Until the life lamp in Tianxu Hall went out. The unremarkable senior sister was dead.
The master and junior disciples were consumed with regret. One by one, they chased after her on their knees. "A Yin, are you leaving us?"
The Demon Lord, feared by all the great sects, someone they fled at the mere sight of, stood in their way. "You think you can call A Yin by name? You're asking for death."
