The Villain's Little Grudge Book

[Complete! A sweet little story about redemption~]

[Please add my upcoming stories, The Siren of the Hehuan Sect Only Wants to Take It Easy and Transmigrated into My Master's Sword, to your collection!]

Tao Tao transmigrated into a bestselling cultivation novel that had sold a million copies.

When other people transmigrated, they either became the protagonist and had the world bend to their will, or became a side character and turned their fate around.

But Tao Tao became the little notebook where Jun Yan recorded his grudges.

Jun Yan was a devastatingly handsome, powerful, tragic villain. As beautiful as an immortal, he was so strong that he could take on an entire city without suffering a scratch.

He was also ruthless. Enemies who fell into his hands would have their spiritual meridians shattered and their lives taken out of their own control at best, or have both body and soul destroyed with no chance of reincarnation at worst.

But no one knew that before the feared Demon King fell to evil, he had suffered endless humiliation, been thrown into Snake Valley, been used by his master to test medicines, and come close to death time and time again.

System: The old grudge notebook worked itself to death. You're the new one now.

Tao Tao: ? No, I'm not. I want to go back.

Jun Yan: ... (making a mental note)

Tao Tao: Sorry, I didn't mean that.

So, to keep herself from being worked to death, Tao Tao devoted herself to guiding the villain every day:

She comforted him, carefully looked after him, helped him succeed in every aspect of cultivation, and even helped him get rid of his rotten love interests.

So what if the male lead was the chosen one? I'll be your golden finger.

Jun Yan had suffered for far too long, and Tao Tao was like a piece of candy that instantly sweetened his heart. She even told him, “I'll never leave you.”

In the end, Jun Yan held the back of Tao Tao's neck and covered her lips with his. His cool fingers grew warm. In a daze, Tao Tao thought, Well, I guess I got myself mixed up in this after all.

A seemingly icy, expressionless, secretly flirtatious, grudge-holding, affection-starved sweetheart of a male lead × a cowardly, life-loving golden finger who only wants to survive, a hilarious human commentary machine of a female lead

Reading guide:

Some aspects of cultivation are my own inventions, and I'll explain them as they come up QVQ.

Cultivation stages: Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Spirit Separation, Body Integration, Tribulation Transcendence, and Great Ascension.

[Upcoming story 1: The Siren of the Hehuan Sect Only Wants to Take It Easy]

Yan Niaoniao was reborn again. In her first life, she was a seductress who tricked men into giving her their bodies and hearts. In her second, she was a white lotus everyone praised. Neither life brought her to ascension.

By her third life, Yan Niaoniao was tired. She regretted her old nine-to-five routine.

Now all she wanted was to be a lazy fish, drinking tea, eating snacks, and basking in the sun.

To make sure her leisurely life wouldn't be disturbed, Yan Niaoniao made arrangements for all the chosen ones in advance.

She gave them pills, secret manuals, and comforting pep talks, then waved goodbye without leaving a trace.

Yan Niaoniao: Ascend as fast as you can. Don't stir up trouble, and don't come bother me.

She wanted to retire, but no one else was willing to let her.

The Valley Master of the Medicine King Valley, whose medicines were worth a fortune and almost impossible to find; the Sword Immortal who could wipe out a sect with a single strike; the moody Demon Lord everyone feared... All the powerful figures who had been entangled with her in her previous life exposed her secret identities and came looking for her, saying they wanted to give her their lives.

Yan Niaoniao didn't know that after she died in her previous life, everyone had fallen into darkness and become demons, searching for a way to bring her back until their dying day.

Now, the powerful figures reborn from that life had cornered her in the Hehuan Sect, clutching the tokens of their love and watching her like hawks.

Yan Niaoniao, lying flat on the ground: I just wanted to speedrun the ending. Would you believe me?

[Upcoming story 2: After Transmigrating into My Master's Sword, Please Add It to Your Collection!]

When Zhu Zhizhi opened her eyes, she discovered she had become a sword: the life-bound sword of her master, Jiang Heng.

Jiang Heng was extraordinarily powerful and breathtakingly beautiful, a universally recognized genius in the cultivation world. He was respected and admired, and he was the dream man of countless female cultivators, who loved and adored him.

Unfortunately, Jiang Heng was cold and distant. His motto was: “With no women in my heart, my sword will never miss.” Everyone guessed his true love was his sword.

Zhu Zhizhi had already been incredibly lucky to become his only disciple. Now she had become Jiang Heng's life-bound sword, too.

Zhu Zhizhi: You can keep that kind of luck. Want it?

Zhu Zhizhi had lost all her memories, and only remembered being Jiang Heng's disciple. Every time she asked him for advice, her master's icy demeanor gave her a chill that lasted for days.

Now that she was a sword, Zhu Zhizhi received the best care on the entire immortal mountain. She got good food, clothes, and treatment, and Jiang Heng even personally straightened her sword tassel.

Since she'd ended up here, she might as well make the best of it. Zhu Zhizhi settled in and enjoyed herself.

But gradually, she discovered a few of Jiang Heng's secrets. He always looked at “her” with tender affection, and on stormy nights he had to share a bed with “her” to fall asleep.

Watching Jiang Heng finish polishing her blade, his earlobes turning red, Zhu Zhizhi thought uneasily, Could her master really be a sword-sexual?

Later, Zhu Zhizhi regained her human form and her memories, only to be driven to the edge of a cliff by the righteous cultivators once more. The howling northern wind lifted the hem of her skirt.

The last time, Jiang Heng had stood against them with his sword. This time, he shielded her with his body, his profile resolute and his voice cold: “Who do you want dead? I'll kill them for you.”

The Jiang Heng of the past had devoted himself to the Dao, overlooking the changes in his disciple and his own feelings.

He was grateful and afraid when Heaven gave him another chance.

This time, all he wanted was Zhu Zhizhi.

Theme: Survive adversity, grow together with love