My Dao Companion Is a Buddhist Cultivator, Let Me Explain

[Dear little angels, the story will go premium tomorrow (July 21), and I'll be posting a ten-thousand-word update then. I hope you little angels and cuties will support me~~] Blurb One Lin Sasa transmigrates into a book, becoming a super pretty face with nothing but good luck and a really, truly useless brain. Lin Sasa panics: What should she do? She hasn't finished reading this long novel about the male lead! Lin Sasa despairs: It's over. She's going to die. She watches the male lead get taken in by a cultivation sect and come to break off their engagement. Lin Sasa springs back to life: At this point in the story, she can still do something to save herself. So Lin Sasa breaks off the engagement. And the male lead is pleased, too. Just when Lin Sasa thinks she's out of trouble, her childhood friend returns on a lotus throne. Buddhist Qing Yuan: "You are to be my future cultivation partner. I've come to take you to the Buddhist Sect." Lin Sasa breaks down: "No, I don't want to become a nun! I want to eat meat!" Blurb Two Lin Sasa transmigrates into a book. She thinks that once she gets away from the plot, she'll be able to cultivate and laze around to her heart's content. But this world is completely different from what she expected. Buddhist Sect disciples are allowed to have cultivation partners, and can even practice dual cultivation. Their slogan: As long as Buddhist Sect disciples have worldly ties, the Buddhist Sect promises not to break them up. The Medicine Sect is determined to open an academy, offering meals, lodging, and matchmaking. Their slogan: Whether you're fat or thin, somewhere in between, beautiful or ugly, or neither, just tell us what you're looking for in a partner. The Medicine Sect's Matchmaker Shrine guarantees we'll find your perfect match. The Spirit Sword Sect has it rough. Too many wolves and too little meat. Their single bachelors have been piling up for hundreds, even thousands of years. Their slogan: Fairies across the way, look this way, look this way! The male cultivators here are handsome, long-legged, and fit. Won't you come along for a love-at-first-sight kind of journey? The Kuiyin Sect... The male and female cultivators of the Kuiyin Sect: Sorry, we have the looks and the beauty. We can make our own matches. She looks up at her cultivation partner's gleaming bald head and covers her face. Maybe she's transmigrated into a fake novel. The fake novel is titled Those Male and Female Cultivators Who Stayed Single All These Years in the Cultivation World. Reader's Guide: 1. Not traditional cultivation. The worldbuilding is entirely made up. 2. The female lead is an ordinary person from the start and grows over time. This is not a wish-fulfillment novel. 3. An innocent romance, limited to kisses, hugs, and being lifted up. Nothing further. 3. A lighthearted slice-of-life story with some plot. Everything follows the author's intelligence, so don't overthink it. Don't overthink it. Don't overthink it. In short: light romance + everyday gossip + leveling-up adventures A little ad for my upcoming novel: This Auntie Comes with Her Own Fortune After finally saving up enough for my dream vacation, I finally shook off the System and applied to the mainframe for leave. But the place I was sent to vacation was a little different from what I had imagined. The mainframe explained: To prevent taskers from wandering into mission worlds and altering the course of history during their vacation, taskers are never sent to a world they're familiar with. I nodded, saying that made sense. When I arrived at my vacation destination, I was preparing to live like an ordinary girl, going to school, making friends, dating, and then graduating. But I discovered that the place was a special world where Mafia were a local specialty. Some people here had powers ordinary people didn't. Apparently, those powers were called abilities. I nodded again, saying I understood and accepted this setting. The day after my fifteenth birthday, a big-headed fox who could talk knocked on my door. Right away, he tried every trick in the book to win me over. His goal was to get me to sign a work contract with the Time Government, an organization dedicated to protecting history. High salary, great bonuses, and all I had to do was raise children (crossed out) summon sword spirits. I nodded once again, saying that as long as the pay was good and the hours were negotiable, I could take an occasional second job. But... Looking at all the blood on me, invisible to ordinary people, then looking around at the buildings collapsed all around me, breathing in the smell of blood mixed with dust in the air, I just had to ask: What was that monster made of? Hot-blooded teacher: "Yo! Girl, interested in studying at our Jujutsu High?" Me: "..." PS: The story begins in third person. Theme: Don't let down the beautiful things in the world, whether friendship, love, or anything else. Keep striving, boys and girls.