The Stand-In's Character Has Fallen Apart [Xianxia]

On hiatus for now. Read with caution. I promise to finish the story without abandoning it; I don't want to leave it unfinished.

Everyone in the cultivation world knows that, to Sword Venerable Lu Yan, Yue Shengge is merely a stand-in for his deceased junior sister, his white moonlight. But she still loves Lu Yan desperately, without a shred of dignity.

Then his junior sister came back to life, and the substitute Yue Shengge was naturally dismissed. With red-rimmed eyes, she packed her things and left. Afterward, Lu Yan couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.

"Fairy Yue has grown so thin her robes hang loose. She keeps talking about you, Venerable, and she's wasting away, weeping all day..."

So reported the disciple Lu Yan had secretly sent to gather news.

Lu Yan's heart stirred. He quietly went to Yue Shengge's cave dwelling, only to hear snatches of conversation:

"I'm finally free of that idiot Lu Yan... He wears a deathly expression all day... A several-hundred-year-old dried-up old codger... He really thinks everyone likes his scumbag act..."

"Being a jerk would be bad enough, but he's stupid too... And if he were just stupid, that'd be one thing, but he's bad in bed too... Hic! A-Tong, another bag of crisps..."

Crack.

The thread of reason in Lu Yan's mind snapped.

He teleported into the room. There lay Yue Shengge, the supposedly "wasted away," "skinny," "weeping all day" woman, stretched out on a couch with her back to him. She picked up an unfamiliar round, flat snack from a food box and crunched away.

Not only had she not lost weight, her face was rounder than when she'd left him.

"A-Tong, why'd you stop talking?" Sensing something was wrong, Yue Shengge slowly turned around.

She saw Lu Yan.

The crisps fell from her hand.

Lu Yan's expression was like a paint palette knocked over.

"Hic!"

Yue Shengge was so full she couldn't hold back another belch.

Silence settled over the room.

P.S.:

1. A lighthearted xianxia romance, one-on-one, happy ending.

2. The (false, or as everyone sees her) pitiful substitute heroine x the cold, untouchable beauty.

The truth: a penniless sword cultivator girl who can beat anyone in one punch vs a tough-talking, soft-hearted, rich Sword Venerable with more spirit stones than he knows what to do with.

3. The male lead only loves the female lead. They'll have conflict early on, but he'll come to understand his feelings later.

4. Some cultivation progression. The heroine's combat ability is maxed out; there's nothing one punch or one sword can't solve.

5. This story has a high percentage of chapters behind a paywall.

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Preview One:

Little Mira rescued an elf about to be executed from a "processing plant."

The elf's wings had been cut off, its magic stripped away, and its cheeks slashed. It was also a little unstable.

Sensitive and insecure, it served its "new master," Mira, with great care, as if clinging to its last lifeline.

Mira took the elf in, healed its body, and settled it somewhere safe. Then, without hesitation, she left her homeland to pursue her dream.

Much later, she prayed in an empty temple, only to see the towering statue transform into a supreme deity. With sorrow on his face, he asked her, "Why did you abandon me back then?"

Mira, the "heartless cad": ? (confused)

Preview Two:

Mira knew she had transmigrated into a harem fantasy novel, but everything had already been settled. The protagonist had united the continent, surrounded himself with three thousand beauties, and seemingly left no role for her.

Her favorite character was only a minor villain from the early story. In her eyes, the proud young man had already been humiliated to death by the protagonist. Mira felt a little sad.

Later, the supreme god held her in his arms and kissed her. Jealous, he asked, "I heard you used to like someone. Who was he?"

Mira was already dazed and barely conscious. She murmured the young man's name.

The god said nothing for a long time. Then he whispered in her ear, "My beloved Mira... Please love him forever and ever..."

Theme: Even in adversity, never give up. Strive for a beautiful life.