How a Female Cultivator from the Hehuan Sect Won Over the Aloof Beauty

Officially published on Jinjiang

The Hehuan Sect has only one principle: the Hehuan Sect doesn't do feelings, it only covets men's primordial yang.

As a new disciple who doesn't fit in with the rest of the Hehuan Sect, Yu Miaoran looks far too naive and innocent, both in appearance and personality. Her senior sisters are deeply worried about her plans to fill her fish pond.

But who could have guessed that on her third day down the mountain, Yu Miaoran would complete her mission brilliantly by claiming the primordial yang of Feng Changyin, the venerable lord of the Tianshu Palace...

Before she could make her escape, however, a sword pierced her heart. Yes, she was stabbed through the heart right then and there...

From then on, Yu Miaoran's name was recorded in the sect's history, and she became the cautionary tale every new disciple of the Hehuan Sect had to memorize QAQ.

*

Yu Miaoran thought she had died, but who knew that in the strangest way, her soul would fall into an illusion together with that aloof, lofty flower?

They both lost their memories. In this life, they grew up as childhood friends, teacher and student, and companions. He was mature beyond his years, strict, and taciturn. He raised her, taught her to read and write and travel far and wide, and cured her innate heat poison. He told her, “If I die one day, may you follow me through ten thousand miles of wind.”

He guarded the world; she guarded him.

Everything went smoothly, until Yu Miaoran remembered her tragic death by sword through the heart.

The day she took the punishment of ten thousand swords for Feng Changyin, the spring sky was clear and peach blossoms blazed. She spat blood, her pale fingertips brushing his face. “Little Master... Feng Changyin, cough, cough...”

As she neared death, Yu Miaoran thought herself utterly foolish. So she used her last bit of strength to whisper one final, shocking thing in Feng Changyin's ear.

The illusion shattered in an instant.

*

Feng Changyin, venerable lord of the Tianshu Palace, is the most mysterious genius cultivator in the cultivation world. He is just one step away from ascending to immortality, an existence countless cultivators can only look up to.

But when he wakes from a night of sleep, not only is his primordial yang gone, he is also plagued night after night by unspeakable dreams.

Until one day, he happens upon the new Buddha's chosen one tapping a wooden fish, with a drowsy young woman crouched beside his cassock.

Like a cat, the little cat who cries out in his dreams at night and leaves him restless.

No one could have imagined that the snow lotus atop the cultivation world's highest peak, once only fit to be admired from afar, would one day be stained with the mark of a demon.

Only Feng Changyin knows that in every dream that ensnares him night after night, those irresistible moments are his own free will sinking into ruin.

And he cannot stop himself from falling.

His uncontrollable feelings for her cannot be killed.

*

Twenty thousand years into the interstellar age, the large-scale immersive cultivation game Realm of Myriad Dreams takes the world by storm, soon attracting the attention of the official organization for the occult.

The official organization for the occult is a mysterious group known only to the highest echelons, the descendants of gods hidden among humanity.

Interstellar chief commander Feng Changyin enters Realm of Myriad Dreams to look for his unreliable friend.

The moment he logs in, experimental subject 12333 in Realm of Myriad Dreams receives a mission: secretly destroy Feng Changyin, the next God of Wind.

Experimental subject 12333 immediately devises a plan. She will appear as the most innocent and touching lamb, then destroy her prey when his dreams are at their most vulnerable and easiest to invade.

When the truth comes to light, on the day of the trial,

the chief commander sits on the judge's seat, immaculate in his uniform, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted. Without a trace of emotion, he asks, “Name?”

The young woman answers timidly, “12333.”

The young commander watches the woman with her head bowed. He bites open a white finger cot, rises, braces one hand on the desk, and lifts her innocent, childlike face. His long, cool-white fingers press between her neat but deadly teeth as he asks in a strictly official tone, “Name?”

The young woman blinks her round, pale-green eyes. The tip of her soft tongue brushes the commander's lightly callused fingertip. She answers, utterly innocent, “Yu Miaoran.”

[When gods and evil spirits meet, nothing can be controlled.]

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“My Lazy Junior Sister Is About to Be Turned into a Puppet by the Villainous Senior Brother”

--Red strings bind me as a puppet, trapping me for eternity--

Lin Xiangwan transmigrates on the night she checks her college entrance exam results.

Good news 1: Her family gets along, and everyone is paving the way for her. The only thing she has to worry about each month is how to spend all her allowance.

Good news 2: Her fellow disciple, senior brother Shen Shuxing, is as graceful as jade, warm, approachable, learned, and talented, the whole academy's ideal man. Unfortunately, he cannot walk and is frail, with little time left to live, so each month she only has to worry about when he'll die young.

Bad news 1: The System arrives late. It turns out she has transmigrated into an old-fashioned, vicious female supporting character.

Bad news 2: The book has a major villain named Shen Shuxing, a gifted painter who loves depicting beautiful women as painted-skin lanterns. Oh, and this lunatic eventually turns her entire family into puppets, all lined up neat and tidy.

*

What? A redemption-through-romance plot?

Lin Xiangwan struggles to look at the 99% darkening progress bar above Shen Shuxing's head...

It's fine. Nothing in life is hard if you're willing to give up.

She decides to run away with her whole family, without a shred of ambition.

Later, Lin Xiangwan returns late at night. The sound of a wheelchair rolling echoes in the darkness.

The door closes on its own, shutting out the hazy moonlight.

Red strings wind around her slender limbs. A vermilion brush moves at her waist, its strokes as fluid as clouds and water.

Through her hazy consciousness, Lin Xiangwan hears a tender, bone-chillingly intimate voice: “Shh, you're best behaved like this.”

*

The junior sister loves to sleep. She has the easy comfort of someone laid to rest, adorable.

The junior sister loves to eat. She has the appetite of a reincarnated glutton, adorable.

The junior sister loves to study. She has the devotion of someone cramming at the last minute, adorable.

But sometimes,

Shen Shuxing props his chin on his hand and gazes with a troubled look at the motley assortment of people around his junior sister, thinking:

I really should tuck my junior sister into my notebook and keep her there.

Just like killing a fluttering butterfly.

With a smile in his eyes, he snaps shut The Junior Sister Observation Notebook.

Premise: The feeling that free will cannot kill is love itself