After Becoming the Demon Cult's Enchantress, I Gave Up Trying

After staying up all night reading an old-school wuxia novel recommended by her best friend, Sang Zhi, a third-year agricultural university student, spent the rest of the night ranting about its plot until dawn. When she opened her eyes again, she had become the daughter of the book's seductive, brainless villainess. With the plot in hand and every melodramatic twist laid bare, Sang Zhi couldn't help asking: Why am I arriving twenty years later? As the daughter of a demonic cult enchantress, her first mission was to bewitch the son of the novel's hero and heroine, the light of the righteous martial world, Jiang Shijing. Sang Zhi: Thanks. She'd rather go die first. They said Young Hero Jiang's martial arts were peerless, and that he had once destroyed the demonic cult's main headquarters single-handedly, making the cult tremble at the mention of his name. To complete her mission, she worked her tail off to become Jiang Shijing's maid. Before long, she watched helplessly as the spirited young man swung his blade, slicing through one demonic cult member after another as easily as cutting watermelons. Afterward, he even thoughtfully comforted her: "Don't be afraid." Sang Zhi: Thanks. I feel so comforted. Later, her identity was exposed. The heavy sword that had slain countless cult members pressed down on her, and the young man's eyes reddened as his murderous aura rose. "Were you lying to me from the very beginning?" Sang Zhi lay miserably on the ground, gasping for breath. "Bro, big bro, move that heavy sword first. I can see my great-grandma." Jiang Shijing: "…" Her first mission was declared a failure. The second mission: assassinate the prime minister's legitimate daughter. At a banquet, Sang Zhi watched in shock as the "target" recited the entire Song of the Pipa from memory. The room fell utterly silent. She tossed aside her knife and rushed over excitedly to claim kinship, only to discover that this was none other than her hapless best friend. Sang Zhi: "...I want to be a proper young lady too." Her hapless best friend: "Honestly, I want to experience being a demonic cult enchantress." [Black Lotus Demonic Cult Enchantress × Righteous Martial World's Hidden Dark Horse] One-on-one, pure love, fictional setting, entirely imaginary and unrelated to reality. No fantasy cultivation or BL elements. A companion series, Your House Is Gone, Heh Heh Heh Ji Yiyou transmigrated into a melodramatic wuxia novel. The good news: Her original self was the prime minister's legitimate daughter, rich beyond measure and wanting for nothing. The bad news: She had transmigrated into the prequel. Her dream of roaming the martial world and dominating the wulin had turned into a life of fighting concubines, battling her illegitimate elder sister, and struggling to survive in a powerful clan. Worse still, the crown prince was over forty, with children and grandchildren of his own, yet he wanted to bring her into the palace as a concubine in an elaborate bridal procession. Ji Yiyou: "...How am I supposed to deal with this?" The day after she began wondering if she'd transmigrated into the wrong book, a blood-soaked... assassin? fell from the sky. Ji Yiyou knew better than to rescue strange men she found by the roadside. But for ten thousand taels of gold, she could arrange another assassination of that old bastard of a crown prince. Who could resist that? A useful tool like this was too good not to save. But... are all assassins this hopelessly love-struck? - Yin Yusang made a name for himself while still young. He was the current master of the Fuyin Palace and a renowned assassin throughout the martial world. His father didn't care for him, his mother didn't love him, and the only maid who treated him well was intent on marrying her way into a life of wealth and prestige. His life looked dazzling from the outside, but in truth he had nothing. Everything Yin Yusang possessed, he had fought for since childhood amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. To him, love was always a poison that pierced the heart. Until he met someone. That pampered young lady lived in a lofty inner chamber, trapped in a cage, but her eyes were bright, her hands warm, and she loved wearing colorful clothes and doing pointless things. She was nothing like the proper young ladies in storybooks. Yet she said: [I won't accept my fate.] [Why should I accept my fate?] [If something blocks the road ahead, move it aside.] And so, on that day, in the largest inn in Beicheng, beneath the yellow sands of the desert, a handsome young man with black hair and dark robes pushed open the door to the finest guest room and reached out to the pampered young lady, who had been drugged and lay flushed red, still forcing herself not to make a sound. He said gently: [Stop holding it in. You're hurt. Come here.] [Trust me.] [Nothing will change.] #I want to travel the five lakes with her and journey across the four seas #Together, we will roam three thousand miles across the nine provinces #Of course, she can do whatever she wants to me #A love-struck man is a woman's finest dowry [Proper Young Lady × Martial-World Assassin] Fictional setting, entirely imaginary and unrelated to reality. Theme: No matter the time, always stand for justice.