Transmigrated into a Cultivation Novel, I Securely Follow the Villain's Script

[Sweet, soft, and obedient human sugar bean / Elegant, upright, and wholesome / A deranged, obsessive, dark-world top-tier star gong x A clear-minded, ruthless shou] [Old-school, melodramatic, irregular updates, enter at your own risk] 1. Shen Weian transmigrated into a book. He landed in an all-villain fantasy cultivation novel with a powerful female lead, becoming the heroine's cannon-fodder younger brother, prophesied to be a calamity from the heavens who would bring disaster upon the world. His elder sister was aloof and proud, exceptionally gifted, and dazzlingly brilliant. Her younger brother, meanwhile, was taciturn, insecure, sensitive, withdrawn, and gloomy. Shen Weian: ... He was plagued by illnesses, disliked by everyone, and starved and frozen. After a nightmarish childhood like that, it was already a miracle he hadn't become a deranged revenge-seeker. And they expected him to be cheerful and outgoing? This world was crawling with villains, while good people never lived long. Might as well be the villain. He was more familiar with that line of work anyway... The first step to becoming a villain was to find a partner and grow stronger together. But how had the villainous boss, supposedly violent, ruthless, and radiating domineering charisma, turned into this sorry sight: dressed in white, with long hair and a hoarse voice, weakly confined to his sickbed? Shen Weian looked at him and seemed to see five enormous words above his head: Beautiful, and about to die. Shen Weian: ...Okay, fine+. The sickly guy can get lost. No partner? I can still take on heaven and earth all by myself :) 2. From the very beginning, Lin Qianjue knew the boy was highly guarded, ruthless, and two-faced. He had thought his companionship could change the boy's view of the world. It wasn't until the boy reached out and pushed him into an abyss ten thousand feet deep that Lin Qianjue understood: the boy was still the same person. He had never changed, and he had never gone soft. After returning from the abyss, that person had become an obsession in his heart. Day and night, Lin Qianjue wished he could tear out his heart and lungs and devour his flesh and blood. Yet when the black-haired, heterochromatic young man stood before him once more, he retracted his claws and fangs, daring only to touch the hem of his clothes with utmost care. His eyes reddened slightly, his voice trembling as he pleaded, "...Darling, don't leave me." * Overall, this is a wish-fulfillment story, but the tags do say they love and kill each other, so the blurb is about the killing part (not really). I'm the shou's biggest supporter, so this story might not be very friendly to gong fans. Enter with caution (if you really want to read it, try switching the gong and shou roles in your head. That might feel better. Kisses~~~) Please add my upcoming story, "When the Dragon-Pride Protagonist Becomes the Weak Shou's Master" [Blurb] +++++++ Daojun Changhong, Chu Yan, is the object of countless female cultivators' infatuation in the cultivation world. He's six feet tall, handsome, and refined. Dressed in white and wielding his sword Changqing, he's undefeated across the Nine Provinces. Wild, cool, and ridiculously awesome, he's the very embodiment of a domineering immortal lord and a dragon-pride protagonist. Chu Yan was perfectly satisfied with his life. He'd thought he could keep being this cool forever. Then one day, his lazy, good-for-nothing disciple brought him a storybook to pass the time. The lazy disciple looked as if he'd struck gold. "Master, there's a character in here with exactly the same name as you." Chu Yan raised his noble, aloof eyes. "Oh? Let me see." He opened the book. By the time he finished the first chapter, Chu Yan's eyes had been scorched by what he'd read: "His eyes were red and watery, like a rabbit that had been bullied." "When he cried, he made little sounds, like a cat sobbing, making your heart itch." "He was so delicate that the slightest pinch left a red mark. He looked so pitifully fragile, yet it only made you want to bully him mercilessly... in bed." Chu Yan tore the storybook to shreds on the spot. In bed, my ass! Was the guy in the book, who shared his name and described a delicate, weepy weakling in such a disgusting way, out of his mind? After hanging his lazy disciple on the sect's wall, Chu Yan went back to rest. But when he opened his eyes the next day, a delicate beauty with tear-filled eyes and skin as smooth as jade was standing before him. Daojun Changhong, Chu Yan, whose first disciple he'd completely failed to raise, stared for a moment, then laughed in anger. ...Good. Fate itself has sent me here to cultivate some manly spirit in you, you pathetic weakling! Core message: A soldier who doesn't want to become a general isn't a good soldier.