If You Can't Win Them Over, Reload

[Pre-Order: The Master's Funeral] [Scroll down to read] [Synopsis below] [Story complete] Ning Shi'an transmigrates into a cultivation novel with no CP, becoming the fiancée forced upon the male lead, Mu Xun. Mu Xun displayed astonishing talent at a young age, becoming the heir to the Mu family, the foremost immortal clan, and a rare genius sword cultivator. Unfortunately, he was ambushed one day and fell into a coma. When he woke up, he discovered he had gained a fiancée. Born with an Ice Soul constitution, Mu Xun is aloof and detached, and knows nothing of mortal love. He immediately demands to break off the engagement. Ning Shi'an asks the System, "So... what happens next?" The System tells Ning Shi'an that because of this flaw in his personality, Mu Xun will never achieve perfection. He will eventually die at the hands of the great villain, and the cultivation world will be destroyed. Her mission is to make him fall in love with her, fill the missing part of his heart, then die for him so he can reach enlightenment, achieve the supreme sword path, and save the cultivation world. Once she succeeds, she can have whatever she wants: cultivation, wealth, a cultivation partner. Ning Shi'an: But he's born with an Ice Soul constitution and doesn't understand love. The difficulty is too high... System: You can reload your save. If you fail, reload and try again. You'll find his weakness eventually and make him fall in love with you. With the ability to reload and start over, if one lie doesn't work, she can try two, and if two don't work, she can try three. Sooner or later, she can fabricate the perfect wife for Mu Xun. Ning Shi'an thumps her chest. "For the sake of retirement, I'll work hard." Mu Xun devoted himself to the Dao and knew nothing of love. Yet the little wife forced upon him in an arranged marriage ignored his cold, solitary nature and gave him endless warmth. She was flawless, and their souls were perfectly attuned. His frozen heart melted, and his love surged like a vast ocean. But she died before him. Heartbroken and shattered, he swore to avenge her and be buried alongside her. But just as he reached perfection through his grief, he learned the many truths that had been hidden from him. He saw his gentle, lovely little wife reload and start over countless times. He heard her say, "What should I act out next time? Why can't I get this done? Hurry up and finish the job so I can retire." Heartbroken and utterly devastated, he went to find her, full of anger and resentment. But there she was, gleefully shouting, "I'm retired! I'm going to choose a cultivation partner. Lots and lots of cultivation partners!" Fine. She's wonderful! Truly wonderful! [This story will be released on February 3. Three chapters that day~] [Pre-order] [The Master's Funeral] [Add it to your favorites if you like it~] Hua Buyan has no family and no friends, only a poor, down-and-out master. The two live together in their tiny sect, scraping by by exorcising ghosts and performing funeral rites. Her master is a great beauty, but she's aloof and cold, and has never had any friends or family. They depend on each other, living hand to mouth. Her master seems to suffer from an old ailment, and within six months she passes away. Following her master's instructions, Hua Buyan buries her in the back hills, burns her personal belongings, and erects a proper gravestone. She keeps vigil alone, assuming no one will come to pay their respects. But to her surprise, several extraordinary immortal lords arrive one after another, each handsome as a celestial being. Some are angry, some have red-rimmed eyes, and some grit their teeth. "She's dead? She promised me... Who are all of you?" Sensing something is amiss, Hua Buyan quietly retreats, but an immortal lord in black notices her. His eyes narrow. "This little girl rather resembles someone we once knew. Could she be... one of yours?" All the immortal lords turn to look at her. She hurriedly shakes her head. "I'm not. I'm just a little disciple my master took in." The immortal lords wear complicated expressions. In the end, they say, "Since she's the woman's disciple, we can't leave her all alone. Why don't we all take her as our disciple?" And just like that, Hua Buyan becomes the disciple of all the immortal lords. They even agree on a rotating schedule, with one group taking her on odd-numbered days and another on even-numbered days. Master and disciples are loving and devoted, and everything is peaceful and pleasant. Until one day, her memories awaken... It turns out she isn't a little disciple her master took in. She's a clone her master left behind before faking her death. Put simply, she is her master herself. To escape old debts, her master faked her death and left behind a clone, but something went wrong, and the clone didn't regain her memories in time after the master's supposed death... "Little A Yan, have some of this. I made it especially for you." The immortal lord before her holds out a porcelain bowl with a kindly look. Seeing her face reminds him of someone from the past, and his eyes redden. He grits his teeth. "If she'd kept her promise and not left on her own, I never would have let her die..." Hua Buyan looks at the handsome man she'd once been intimate with. What do I do, everyone? I'm sweating buckets here... Theme: There is always kindness in the world.