Not Every Transmigrator Can Be the Protagonist

Ten years after transmigrating, Xiao Qianning finally understood one thing: Not every transmigrator gets to be the protagonist. The only pity was that just as she figured this out, the fellow transmigrator from her hometown, whom she had joyfully reunited with ten years earlier, was pointing a sword at her chest. Pain showed in the man's expression as he demanded to know why she had killed innocent civilians, why she had helped the demons invade the cultivation world, and why she had betrayed the oath and ideals they had once shared. Why? Hah. Xiao Qianning reached up and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. Because the world they had transmigrated into was the world of a novel, and he was its protagonist, not her. So no matter how hard she worked at cultivation, he always outstripped her. Even though she had never killed innocent people or colluded with the demons to help them invade the cultivation world, all the evidence, both physical and witness testimony, pointed to her. Just because she was the cannon-fodder female supporting character in this novel, were all her efforts, even her life, merely stepping stones on the male lead's path to godhood? But she truly couldn't accept it. Xiao Qianning looked up at the men and women who had followed him there, glaring at her with hatred, and at the man gripping his trembling sword with all his might. She curled her lip, then detonated the Nascent Soul within her. She would rather die by her own hand than be killed by the man opposite her, as she had been in the story. When Xiao Qianning opened her eyes again, she discovered that she hadn't died. Instead, she had returned to the year she had first transmigrated into this world. A handsome young man dressed in white as pure as snow stood before her.