I Faked My Death After Saving the Four Male Leads

[New Novel: The Whole Sect Transmigrates, and Nobody Wants to Be Sect Leader, Now Serializing]

The author of tragic romance novels, Liu Ruoyan, transmigrated into a book as the wicked junior sister who dies horribly in a xianxia fanfic.

Before transmigrating into the book, she'd just written the death of a noble-born sect heir, a man of radiant elegance who inspired tenderness.

He was the fourth popular male lead she'd killed off. Readers she'd upset deliberately wrote her into a fanfic as a cannon-fodder character who endured all kinds of humiliation, just to get back at her. Who could have known she'd actually transmigrate into that fanfic?

The original owner was the junior sister of the eldest disciple, Long Aotian. She was notorious and universally hated because she was sweet-tongued but vicious to the male leads, abusing the favor they showed her.

When the Heavenly Dao was destroyed, the male leads happened to eliminate her along the way while saving it. Everyone cheered, calling it a satisfying end. No one had ever pitied her, and she met a tragic fate.

A classic case of bringing disaster upon yourself.

The System told Liu Ruoyan that if she wanted to return to the modern world, she had to change the tragic endings of four male leads.

To get home as soon as possible, Liu Ruoyan set about completing her missions in earnest. But gradually, she realized the male leads were acting strangely.

The eldest disciple, Long Aotian, used to focus solely on cultivation and ignore romance. Now he was a fanatical protector of his junior sister, constantly saying, "My junior sister says..."

The sect heir, a cold beauty, used to be so indifferent he kept her ten feet away. Now he came down from his lofty pavilion for her, and slaughtered anyone who stood in his way to protect her.

The disguise-loving wood spirit used to be a soul-stealing courtesan in a pleasure house. Now he pretended to be a fragile young man, clinging to her while being considerate.

The cold, white-haired Demon Lord used to kill without restraint and understand nothing of human nature. Now he was willing to lay down his demonic blade for her and save all living beings.

Even when things went a little off track, her efforts had helped her avoid every cannon-fodder plot. In the final plotline, where she was supposed to marry the Demon Lord, she chose to fake her death and return home.

On the wedding day, the other three male leads panicked and rushed to rescue her from the Demon Lord's clutches.

The heavens and earth changed color, and a battle between the four was about to begin. But in the midst of the fighting, the formation changed suddenly, and disaster descended upon the world.

Dressed in a bright red wedding gown, she stepped into the biting wind and leaped into the formation, using her life to quell the calamity. In the utter silence, she managed to give the four of them a smile.

She stood in front of them, as she always had, silently protecting them.

But this time was different. Her body was shattered and her soul destroyed, leaving only a thin scrap of wedding dress to drift between heaven and earth.

Liu Ruoyan hadn't been able to rest for more than a few days after faking her death when the System informed her that the mission had failed and she still had to save them.

She: "What? I won't listen. You're just saying that out of spite!"

When she was pulled back into the fanfic, a thousand years had passed in the cultivation world.

People said that a world-shaking battle between immortals and demons had broken out at the Demon Lord's wedding a thousand years ago.

The eldest disciple, who had the greatest affinity with the Immortal Dao, had fallen to the demonic path after the battle. They said it was because of a heart demon, and he spent his days holding a sword and searching the demon realm for something.

The sect heir, who had been the gentlest of them all, issued an order to hunt down and kill every demon at any cost, throwing both realms into chaos.

The wood spirit, once the most carefree of them all, had fallen into the mortal world, never letting go of his wine as he drifted through life in a daze. The light in his eyes was gone forever.

The Demon Lord, once the most vicious of them all, spent every day holding a faded piece of red cloth in his hands, rubbing it gently with utmost care.

As soon as she returned, the four male leads cornered her. She looked at her eldest senior brother, his eyes crazed; the sect heir, whose expression was colder than ever; the wood spirit, eyes red and on the verge of tears; and the Demon Lord, gritting his teeth.

She trembled on the outside, but inwardly she raged at the System: Why does everyone else get to start over when they fail a mission, but when I fail, I get thrown straight into hell mode?!

Reader's Guide

1. One-on-one pairing, no polyamory.

2. The story focuses on redemption, and the female lead keeps striving toward that goal.

[Next Novel: My Rival Senior Brother and I Got Our Happy Ending]

As the junior sister of Xingyan Sect, Jiang Zhichu had to fight her fellow disciples to the death on the day her cultivation reached its peak. The victor would inherit the sect's supreme position, while the loser would be reduced to nameless bones beneath the yellow sand.

She and her senior brother Xi Yu were born enemies. One of them had to die for it to end.

Her senior brother had peerless talent, his sword's chill reaching across fourteen provinces. Everyone said he was sure to win.

She refused to believe it. She trained desperately for years, all so she could defeat her senior brother on the day of their duel to the death.

But... her senior brother didn't seem to care about winning, or even about life and death.

When she didn't understand something, he generously taught her. When she practiced swordsmanship, he sparred with her. When others bullied her, he stood up for her. Even when he had the chance to kill her, he always held back, rubbing her little head and telling her to keep going.

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you someday if you don't kill me now?" she asked, puzzled.

Xi Yu only smiled faintly. "Let's talk about that once you're able to beat me."

Later, she beat him.

Someone tampered with the formation during their duel to the death. Her sword plunged into her senior brother's chest. She heard the others call her despicable, and saw the shock in her senior brother's eyes.

His white robes were stained with blood. He fell like snow, crashing to the ground, and cold tears fell with him.

She had killed with her own hands the senior brother who had loved and protected her for more than a decade.

She had always thought of Xi Yu as her rival, but didn't understand why she was crying so bitterly as she held him, covered in blood.

In his arms was the birthday gift he'd meant to give her. His elegant handwriting was soaked with blood. It read: May my junior sister enjoy peace and happiness, free from worry for all eternity.

*

Jiang Zhichu became the sect leader of Xingyan Sect. She went to the Immortal Realm to congratulate its crown prince on returning from his tribulation.

In the crowd, she caught sight of the crown prince's face. He looked exactly like Xi Yu, tall and straight, with the beauty of an immortal. His peerless bearing was beyond anything in the world.

But Xi Yu was cold and distant toward her, and didn't remember her at all. She heard that during his tribulation he'd suffered an ordeal he didn't want to remember, and had erased more than ten years of memories from his mortal life.

Jiang Zhichu knew he hated her. Perhaps it was for the best that he'd forgotten her. She wouldn't go looking for trouble with him anymore.

But not long afterward, a marriage contract arrived at Xingyan Sect.

"If the sect leader marries me, I will protect you for the rest of your life. If you refuse, I will destroy the Xingyan Sect you cherish."

Good news: Xi Yu remembered her again.

Bad news: Xi Yu seemed to have gone dark.

*

As Jiang Zhichu slept soundly, Xi Yu played with her silky black hair, gazing at her beautiful face with a shadowed expression.

When she stirred awake, he gripped her chin and kissed her hard on the lips again. Their lips and teeth entwined, and tears fell from her eyes onto his fingertips.

She was his bride, the junior sister he'd longed for in his heart for over a decade.

Even if she wanted to kill him, even if she didn't love him, he would stop at nothing to keep her imprisoned at his side, so that she belonged to him alone.

He was coveting a love she'd once destroyed with her own hands.

Theme: Break through your limits, seek a new beginning, and take responsibility for all living beings!