[Everyone's Favorite] [Feel-Good Power Fantasy] [1v1] [Sweet Romance] [Unconventional Cultivation]
Ye Sang ascended in a single day, only to transmigrate into the body of the universally despised cannon-fodder “senior sister” in the Lower Immortal Realm.
The original owner was not only a nepotism hire, but also a “little cripple” with no spiritual roots. She was useless at everything and constantly brought trouble upon herself.
Relying on her connections, she bullied her fellow disciples everywhere and picked fights with the beloved junior sister at every turn. She kept digging herself deeper until she enraged every disciple of the Qingyan Sect and met her end at the senior brother's sword.
Ye Sang: What a pretentious senior brother!
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, you've been bound to the Cannon Fodder Survival System.]
Ye Sang gave a cold laugh and split the System in two with one palm strike.
Survive at all costs? Not a chance. Who wanted to be a tool character could go ahead and do it. As for the missions, she'd do them when she felt like it.
The System wanted her to help the junior sister become famous?
Ye Sang smiled faintly. That was easy. Making a fool of herself counted as becoming famous, didn't it?
Ye Sang stuck to the principle of using her fists whenever possible instead of wasting words.
What? The senior brother had come to make up with the senior sister?
Ye Sang lazily gave him one word: “Get lost.”
What? The second senior brother had brought her treasured possessions to win the senior sister over?
Ye Sang: “Get lost.”
What? The third senior brother had come to avenge the senior sister!
Ye Sang: “A useless loser thinks he's good enough?”
It wasn't until the sect competition that everyone came to their senses. A young man in red wielded a long sword, his bold, fierce swordsmanship revealing the shadow of another person. Wasn't this the senior sister's sword style?
“Senior Sister, it hurts.”
The next moment, everyone saw the competition's top-ranked genius collapse into the senior sister's arms, sobbing.
Everyone: ?
