The Original Novel Kills Me

★ Signed for simplified Chinese publication. Follow Weibo @Jinjiang Fusangzhiwo for publication updates. Fu Wan is transported into a cultivation novel as the villainous second female lead, afflicted with a condition that means she will die if she doesn’t follow the original plot. The heroine of the original story is the pure and proud senior sister of her sect, who breezes through one power-up after another and reaches the pinnacle of success. Fu Wan earnestly plays the role of a vicious junior sister, doing everything she can to court death, again and again. Since childhood, she has mocked the senior sister for having a figure flat as a washboard, and she charges headlong down the path of a villain who stabs the senior sister in the back. Fu Wan envies the senior sister’s natural talent and lets malice take root in her heart, so she poisons the senior sister’s pills. But the senior sister swallows them without so much as a change in expression, then pats Fu Wan on the head and says, “You’re still the one who cares about me most, little junior sister.” When Fu Wan sees the senior sister obtain an unrivaled cultivation manual, envy and jealousy consume her, and she hatches a wicked plan to steal it. But the senior sister simply tosses the manual in front of her, cups Fu Wan’s face, and says, “Whatever you want, little junior sister, I’ll go steal it for you.” One day, the senior sister pins her against the wall. A low, magnetic voice echoes by her ear: “I’ve given you everything you asked for, little junior sister. May I collect a little interest now?” Fu Wan feels his flat chest and nearly faints. Damn it, the original story was supposed to kill me, so can someone tell me why the senior sister is a man? P.S. [Important] The male lead disguises himself as a woman, but he is not effeminate. The reason is explained in the story. ★ Upcoming novel: After a Sword Is reborn. Please add it to your collection. Click the author’s column to see it. Here’s the blurb: [Main story told from the female lead’s perspective] The man hailed as the greatest sword cultivator under heaven possessed peerless cultivation and accomplishments, and was a savior who cleaved through the void. He killed his wife to prove his Dao, decisive and cold, and attained the merciless Dao. When an immortal’s status is high enough, even such an act becomes a romantic legend. His wife became a mere footnote in his story. I remember him gripping my hilt and driving me into a woman’s chest. Warm blood ran down my blade. I was the greatest sword under heaven, and my fame was already established long before I became a man’s weapon. After the woman died, he severed the hand that wielded me to show his remorse for his late wife. I accompanied him as he conquered the world, drinking the blood of countless foes. I remember that the woman loved him, and loved his sword too. When he was away, she would hold me and polish my blade with the finest white silk. I could see her gentle, selfless eyes reflected in my body. On the man’s birthday, she tied around me a good-luck charm she had woven for him. The mortal thread soon wore away with the passing years, and its frayed, ancient cord was cut off. I also remember how she would stroke my scabbard again and again, speaking softly of her unease at the man’s imminent departure, and of her heartfelt hope that I would protect him. “You’re the greatest sword under heaven. You can do it, can’t you?” she said with a bright smile, her gently curved eyes shining with love. Later, I tasted her blood. It was no different from anyone else’s. So when I awakened once more at the swordsmanship tournament three hundred years in the past… The tens of thousands of cultivators gathered there saw with their own eyes that the legendary greatest sword under heaven lived up to everyone’s expectations and flew before the most dazzling young prodigy at the tournament. Then, amid the crowd’s astonished and uncertain gazes, I chose the person behind the young prodigy: the mortal wife who had devotedly followed him while she was still alive. I am the strongest sword in the world. My master will surely be the greatest sword cultivator under heaven, and his wife will be no exception. Theme: Stay true to the goodness in your heart