The Cultivation World, but Everyone Is Love-Brained

Sang Wan transmigrated into a high-risk cultivation world.

The righteous and demonic factions fought, and ordinary people suffered. As a mortal, she was facing hell difficulty from the start.

Sang Wan worked hard to stay out of danger, but after taking the sect entrance exam, she was found to have five spiritual roots and assigned to the servant quarters.

...Well, maybe this was the legendary protagonist's Chaos Spiritual Root.

Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of it. Sang Wan planned to keep her head down and grow stronger, but demonic cultivators infiltrated the sect entrance exam that very day and launched a surprise attack.

At the moment of crisis, a mighty Divine Lord intervened. He never showed himself, suppressing the area from afar with his divine sense alone.

Sang Wan saw the elders around her fall to their knees and bow. She excitedly looked up and called out to Lord Divine Lord Tushan.

The Divine Lord sent his voice across a thousand miles just to say, "How many times have I told you? Don't call me Lord Divine Lord Tushan. Call me Lord Mianmian."

Sang Wan: "...That sounds familiar."

Mianmian. Wasn't that the name she'd given a spirit pet in the game she played before transmigrating?

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When the System activated, Sang Wan realized that the world she'd transmigrated into was the cultivation game she'd played before.

The characters she'd drawn remembered the stories they'd lived through with her, and this world still remembered that she'd once been its savior.

When she'd finished the game and logged out, her character model had frozen in place, no longer breathing or beating its heart. It disappeared a little while later, and the characters all thought she'd died.

Everyone had made a name for themselves. Sang Wan wondered: Should she go find them now and ask them to share their newfound wealth?

The Immortal Venerable spent years in seclusion, and she had no way to approach this unattainable beauty.

The demon realm was remote, mountainous, and full of danger. Getting there could cost her life.

And her nemesis in the game was a notorious You Know Who in the cultivation world, currently making the whole world tremble. Whenever he heard a name containing "Sang" or "Wan," he went into a panic. Pretty terrifying.

Sang Wan: Can I still change my name to Ouyang Batian?

Sang Wan: ...Never mind. I think people should work hard and make something of themselves. I'll keep my head down and try to unlock my spiritual root's potential.

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Later on, Sang Wan's secret identity was exposed anyway.

Sang Wan (on alert): ...Wait, what do you mean my nemesis has been sleeping beside my keepsakes for two thousand years? That sounds really creepy. Didn't Wang Qi want to fight me to the death back then?

Just before their reunion, Demon Lord Wang Qi had vowed to tear to pieces the despicable substitute who dared impersonate Sang Qi.

The next second, the Demon Lord recognized her at a glance and dropped his sword with a clatter.

Trembling, he crawled to her feet, pressed his natal sword into her hand, and held its blade to his own heart.

"Sang Wan, why have you come into my dreams again? Stab me. Let me repay the life I owe you..."

Sang Wan: Bro, doesn't that hurt?

Get a grip. A nemesis is a nemesis. Nemeses aren't allowed to kiss!

Sang Wan was in despair. "Mianmian, talk to me properly! You're almost two meters tall now, and a great demon. Stop climbing into my arms all the time!"

The silver-haired young man dropped his usual gentle, refined facade. He was finally done pretending, and his nine fluffy tails wrapped tightly around her, trapping her in their embrace.

Sang Wan: ...What? You don't want us to have a purely owner-and-pet relationship anymore? You want something impure?

Um, what kind of something?

Sang Wan: Waaah! Tushan Mian, turn back into an innocent fluffy creature! Where exactly is that tail rubbing?

Sang Wan: ...They're both kind of messed up. At least Shen Yuyan is proper. He once pitied all living beings, and he still looks as pure and bright as the moon. He seems normal.

Talking to him is much better. It doesn't make my heart burn.

Then one night, the lofty and untouchable Immortal Venerable opened her door without warning.

His face was full of ascetic calm, but his slender fingers slowly tugged open his collar.

Sang Wan: Why is he taking off his clothes? This is way too fair and way too big. No, I mean, this is way too blatant and way too bold...

A slender chain hung across the young man's chest.

The Immortal Venerable's eyes were faintly red. Reverently, he placed the end of the chain in her palm. "Wanwan, is this enough to please you? Enough to make you look only at me?"

Sang Wan: Is that a nipple ring and a chest chain? You're the sickest one of all!

Sang Wan: The cultivation world is doomed sooner or later.

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[Two thousand years have passed since the game's main story. They all seem to have gone crazy.]

*The cultivation world's chosen ones have become lovesick fools. Their dignities are all going out the window (?).

*The heroine is breathtakingly beautiful, and her powers as the savior will gradually return. A growing, universally adored heroine.

*Her identity won't be exposed quickly. They'll all discover it like thieves, then hide it from each other...

*Includes lots of romantic rivalry, love triangles, saints with private desires, obsessive and sinister men, and everyone fighting over the heroine.

*All male characters are sexually inexperienced.

Theme: Having a strong heart matters more than having great power.