Trying to Tame a Black Lotus Can Go Very Wrong

[Quirky, sneaky, laid-back slacker x cold, relentlessly driven Immortal Venerable] Qing Ying transmigrated into a book, becoming the cannon-fodder junior sister in a dark cultivation novel. The good news was that, before her mother died, she'd arranged a marriage for her. Her fiance was her senior brother, Xie Qingci, the greatest prodigy in the Three Realms. The bad news was that this senior brother was destined to be a stepping stone for the male lead, and was a villain who would turn evil in the original story. Qing Ying: Uh... She left it all to fate and decided to be a laid-back slacker. She'd just lie flat and coast through life. Xie Qingci had no feelings for her. Her mother had used a debt of gratitude to force the match upon him. But her relentlessly driven senior brother couldn't stand having a slacker like her around. The young sword cultivator looked down at her, his eyes lowered, his tone cool and uncompromising. “Pick up your sword.” She let out a slacker's wail, trying to lie flat. “Eek! I'm scared!” But her relentlessly driven senior brother didn't budge. The slacker was forced to work hard, qaq. * Until one day, she found a young man by the river, covered in wounds. The sect leader had carried out a plan to hunt him down, joining forces with the male lead to “execute” Xie Qingci. His sword bones had been gouged out piece by piece, and his cultivation was completely destroyed. Without help, he would probably die soon. The slacker summoned her courage and brought her senior brother back. She secretly took him to her hideout and treated his wounds. “Don't be afraid. I'm right here.” “Everything will be all right.” Xie Qingci looked at her with a strange expression she'd never seen before, then suddenly chuckled softly. “All right.” * After she took in her senior brother, the unlucky slacker's luck actually started to improve. Not only did she break through in her cultivation in her sleep while lying flat, she could even go out and casually find heavenly treasures. Well, great. Lying flat suited her. She decided to coast through life together with her senior brother. But can someone tell her... Why had the sect leader's heart been ripped out and his soul extracted, turning him into a living puppet? Why had the male lead's bones been removed and his roots destroyed, leaving him to fall into the mire with no hope of ever rising again? Why had everyone who had ever hurt them become part of a sea of corpses, while her gentle, reserved senior brother sat on a jade throne, with all the world bowing before him? Xie Qingci's cold fingertips gently stroked the back of her neck, his voice soft and tired. “Ah, you've found out.” And yet... Qing Ying nervously grabbed his hand. “Senior Brother, can you still be saved after killing the leaders of all four major sects in one go? How many years would you get if you turned yourself in?” * Xie Qingci had been a passionless Immortal Venerable, gentle on the outside but cold at heart. To overcome his final tribulation of love, he entered the mortal world in the body of a sword cultivator. As for one certain young woman, she was merely a pawn he'd placed to overcome that tribulation. That day, through the misty rain, his incarnation lay by the river, on the verge of death. Xie Qingci thought his tribulation of love was about to end without a hitch. But then the young woman who was usually so afraid of him mustered her courage and, holding back her tears, dragged him back to her secret hideout. And then there was no escaping the tribulation. Please add my next story to your reading list: The Demon Venerable Keeps Trying to Lure Me into Evil Not every transmigrator wants to attain immortality. Qing Zhi wanted to go home, so she had to tear through the void. It was incredibly difficult. In all the ages, only one person had ever succeeded: the former Demon Venerable, Qi Fuyu. Qing Zhi worked hard to find his notes and belongings. Her efforts paid off, and she finally managed to get her hands on a journal left behind by Qi Fuyu before his death. The strange thing was, the journal could talk. Qi Fuyu had accidentally made a pact with an ordinary young girl and awoken a thousand years later, his heart filled with hatred. Revenge, revenge, revenge! All he had to do was lure the foolish girl before him into committing ten evil deeds, then he could devour her soul, take over her body, return to the peak of his power, and destroy this filthy, depraved cultivation world. The demon calmly promised: [I am Qi Fuyu. I never died, only fell into a deep sleep, and am now trapped beneath the Nine Hells. If you gather spiritual treasures to help me revive, I will reward you handsomely and make you ruler of the Nine Provinces!] However... The girl replied: Then tell me, do you think I'm Qin Shi Huang? The great demon: ...Who is Qin Shi Huang? * Qing Zhi was certain that the journal couldn't actually have been written by Qi Fuyu himself. Not only was he trying to pull a Qin Shi Huang scam to get money, he was also completely unreliable whenever he tried to talk about anything serious. He was teaching Qing Zhi a secret technique, and just as he reached the crucial part... The characters “I am” appeared, written in a stern, authoritative hand. Qing Zhi held her breath and nodded earnestly. But then... The characters “no” appeared smaller. “More” got smaller and smaller. “Ink” disappeared completely. Qing Zhi: 6 If you were out of ink, why insist on writing “I am”? Do you want me to burn you a bottle? Qi Fuyu thought Qing Zhi was as dull as a block of wood. He said, “Kill all your fellow disciples, and you'll be number one.” She furiously threw herself into studying. “Do you think I'm so useless that everyone has to die for me to come first?” He said, “I am a demon hated by the world. Betray me, and you can make a name for yourself.” Qing Zhi laughed. “You, Qi Fuyu? Don't you dare impersonate him!” Qing Zhi was hunted by evil spirits and demons and gravely wounded. At the critical moment, she finally awoke Qi Fuyu. The great demon appeared with overwhelming force and icy ruthlessness, swiftly crushing everything in his path. The immortal sects that oppressed her? Crushed. The demons that hurt her? Crushed. Who else? On the day Qi Fuyu regained his true form, he stood before the crowd, cool and proud, with incomparable grace. Everyone fell to their knees, except the young girl, who stared at him as if she didn't know him. “Now that you stand before me, why haven't you bowed?” Qing Zhi neither bowed nor answered. She turned and walked away. * The Demon Venerable had returned, and Qing Zhi had earned great merit, but something between them had changed. On the first day, Qing Zhi ignored him. On the second day, Qing Zhi ignored him. On the third day... A line in familiar handwriting appeared on the old journal Qing Zhi had carefully put away. [Miss you.] [Pay attention to me.] [Kiss me, qwq.] Theme: Fate is like woven threads, firm as a rock.