The Tragic Novel’s Heroine Just Wants to Make Pills [Book Transmigration]

The Sword Master Is My Puppet Man from the Hehuan Sect, now serializing~ Weibo: @Xie Li Sheng Xiao Ding was once a golden, round-bellied alchemy furnace in the heavens. One day, she transmigrated into a little novel called My Master’s Perfect Medicine Cauldron. She had assumed she could carry on with her old profession, but instead she became a beautiful young woman with fair skin, a slender waist, and long legs. Xiao Ding: ??? After going back to read the original, she realized that this was not that kind of cauldron. The original heroine was infatuated with her aloof master, but he treated her as nothing more than a tool for cultivation. After a hundred and eighty chapters of unspeakable things, the heroine was drained of every last bit of spiritual energy and cruelly abandoned. She died in misery on the night her master married his true love. Xiao Ding: ... She decided to stay away from the scumbag, make use of her talents, and refine pills to save herself. Later, her master’s meridians were severed. In the original story, the heroine was used to heal him. Xiao Ding spat out a top-grade immortal pill. “Heaven-defying Rejuvenation Pill. Regular price: 100,000 spirit stones. Family price: one million.” Master: ? Later still, her master’s soul was injured. In the original story, the heroine was used to keep him alive. Xiao Ding: “Complete Tonic Pill. Regular price: 500,000 spirit stones. Family price: ten million.” Master: ?? And later still, her master was poisoned by a love toxin. In the original story, the heroine was used to detoxify him. Xiao Ding: “Sunflower Root-Cutting Pill. You can have this one for free.” Master: ??? Unable to bear it any longer, her master covered her mouth. “Stop talking... Open your mouth.” The male lead has nothing to do with the original male lead. The heroine is a beloved Mary Sue with an actual alchemy furnace in her belly and an outrageously powerful cheat. The Sword Master Is My Puppet Man from the Hehuan Sect Su Xiaoyuan, an innocent college student, transmigrated into a melodramatic novel about a male substitute called The Substitute Turns Out to Be the Original Himself. She became a minor cannon fodder character in the Hehuan Sect. She had been so bold as to place a curse on the Sword Master, the heroine’s early-dead beloved, and he had cut her in half with a single stroke of his sword. Su Xiaoyuan’s transmigration mission was to cultivate from this beloved immortal master. Su Xiaoyuan: “It’s not that I can’t get into Qingbei. I just don’t want to, okay?!” After working hard in the Hehuan Sect’s outer court for a whole year, Su Xiaoyuan finally achieved absolutely nothing and became the worst disciple in the entire sect. To pass the Hehuan Sect’s practical exam three months later, she spent twenty spirit stones, a small fortune, on a mystery-box secondhand puppet man for practice. The puppet man had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, long legs, and an exceptionally handsome, icy face. His quality was questionable, though, and he sometimes malfunctioned and attacked people. Three months later, she finally sneaked into the Sword Master’s sect with her hard-working puppet man and became a junior disciple in its outer court. For the first month, she held her position and stayed cautiously undercover. For the second month, she held her position and kept a low profile. For the third month, she held her position and patiently stayed undercover. Fu Tingyun, who had run out of patience, blocked her way. With a cold glare, he demanded, “When are you going to cultivate from me?” Su Xiaoyuan: Help!!! Fu Tingyun, the Venerable Lingyue, was a sword cultivator of unparalleled talent, a once-in-a-thousand-years genius. He was born cold-hearted and passionless, with no understanding of human desire and no evil thoughts. Except for one secret no one knew: sealed within his dantian was the desire of all the Ten Continents and Three Realms. But he was confident nothing could go wrong. He entered the Dao at three and a half, and at twenty-one he was only one step away from ascending. He had never made a mistake. Until an ordinary period of healing in the out-of-body realm. He woke up to find himself trapped inside an old puppet. A strange young woman’s sweet, trembling voice sounded beside his ear. “S-sorry, I might have to take your pants off...” Theme: Everyone has their own talents to offer.