The Only Junior Sister in the Cultivation Chat Group

Tang Yu joined a cultivation group chat online.

The next morning, she woke up to find that she had transmigrated into a book, a cultivation ensemble novel called "Proving the Dao". She'd become an ordinary mortal extra who was used by the male lead, a madman, to prove the Dao in the very first chapter.

Tang Yu: ? Author, what is this supposed to mean?

Though she'd transmigrated into a book, the cultivation group chat she'd joined had come with her.

So, following the helpful advice of her fellow chat members, Tang Yu packed up and fled first, joining the cultivation world's foremost sect as the sect leader's personal disciple. Free of her cannon-fodder fate, she happily chatted and joked with her group every day.

Tang Yu: My life has been miserable. I gave our family's only savings to my husband so he could pursue cultivation, but after he entered the Dao, he heartlessly abandoned me. I'm struggling to get by. Can everyone in the group please help me?

Her fellow chat members sent her all kinds of miraculous pills and rare cultivation manuals, encouraged her, cared for and supported her, and asked for the scumbag's name.

To make her story sound convincing, Tang Yu promptly posted the original male lead's name in the group.

The male lead, hiding behind his secret identity as the group owner, slowly typed a question mark: ?

Then the cultivation world held the Eight Desolations Tournament, and all the major sects sent their best young disciples to compete.

There was the young Sword Immortal from the Sword Sect, a once-in-a-generation genius famous throughout the Eight Desolations.

There was the Confucian sect's senior disciple, a gentleman as graceful as jade, with a serene and noble bearing.

There was the shapeshifted red wolf from the demon cultivators, proud and untamed, with a spirit of unyielding resolve.

There was the aloof Buddhist disciple from the Brahma Sounds Temple, pure of heart and unsurpassed in Buddhist teachings.

Tang Yu, representing the foremost sect: Wait, why has the Eight Desolations Tournament turned into a huge meetup for online friends?

My fellow chat members, the ones I joke around with every day, are actually all big shots?

Am I the only clown here?

Behind her stood the original male lead, composed and aloof, with a voice so gentle it was frightening. "Yu'er, didn't you say in the group yesterday that you'd expose that scumbag in front of every sect, ruin his reputation, and send him to the crematorium?"

Tang Yu: ?? I didn't. I never said that.

Also, why don't you use your real name in the group??

#Because he's the group owner#

#The cultivation chat's one and only beloved junior sister#

#My wife ran away, and I scared her off myself. What's the fastest way to win her back? Asking urgently, please respond#

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If killing her were the only way to break the blood curse and prove the Dao, he'd rather give himself over to madness.

He would spend his whole life protecting the girl who carried him on her small, frail back through a bloody path out of the desolate forest.

A goofy, internet-addicted girl who loves to laze around × a mad male lead who schemes every day to meet her in person

1. A goofy cultivation comedy, one couple, lighthearted fantasy plot.

2. Thanks to @Da Bai Ya Ya Ya for pushing me to start this upcoming story, and to @Qi Tong for encouraging me to start writing. She said she'd write six chapters a day if I did, so here I am.

Message: A feel-good story showcasing the splendor of the cultivation world's sects, as the younger generation helps one another, strives to improve, and works together to build a harmonious society across the Eight Desolations.