Immortal Lord Lu Xingyan failed to ascend and transmigrated into a cultivation novel full of admirers, becoming the villainous junior sister doted on by the great villainous master.
Wait... junior sister?
Lu Xingyan lifts his robe and lets out a long breath:
Oh, thank goodness, I'm just a cross-dressing maniac. (What's there to be thankful for?)
Ascension is dangerous. Better to be a lazy fish, eating my fill and waiting to die. But when he calculates his fate, he discovers a deadly calamity awaits him, and only the protagonist of the book can avert it.
Looking at the universally adored protagonist, who became a good-for-nothing after missing out on all kinds of opportunities because of him, Lu Xingyan can't see how he could possibly be the chosen one destined to avert his deadly calamity. Then it hits him: it must be the male lead!
So the question is: who is the male lead?
The sect leader senior brother is radiant and peerless. The second senior brother devotes himself to cultivation and has profound powers. The Dragon Lord rules the demon clan and is mighty. The Demon Lord dominates the world, answering to no one... They are all deeply in love with the protagonist and fight fiercely over him.
Lu Xingyan: The more friends you have, the easier life gets. Only kids make choices. Adults cling to everyone for support!
Faced with Lu Xingyan's enthusiastic advances, the sect leader, senior brother, Dragon Lord, and Demon Lord all wonder: Does she like me?
To find the male lead as soon as possible, Lu Xingyan maxes out his social-butterfly skills, but forgets about the little disciple he casually picked up.
Lu Xingyan: It's no big deal. My little disciple is stunningly beautiful, and his face looks even more like the protagonist's than the protagonist himself. He definitely can't be the male lead.
After his deadly calamity, Lu Xingyan fakes his death, changes his appearance, and runs away, living it up. Before long, the Demon Lord abducts him and all his luggage back to the Demon City.
Lu Xingyan clutches the red gauze curtains, his eyes reddened: