Only when her soul left her body did Wanwan learn that she was a supporting character in a pampered, carefree-fish novel.
She was exceptionally talented, spending eight of the twelve hours of every day training hard.
She ruined her face retrieving a Soul-Returning Herb for her master, whose soul was unstable.
She lost an arm obtaining a Restoration Pill for her senior brother, who had failed to advance.
She fell in cultivation while gathering jade marrow to rebuild her junior brother's spiritual roots.
She devoted her whole life to her sect, only for the person she loved to destroy her spiritual pool with a single sword strike just as she was about to break through, then cut out her divine essence and give it to the lazy little junior sister he loved: a useless-rooted little junior sister who couldn't cultivate, yet was adored by the entire sect.
The junior sister doesn't have to train hard. She can just lie flat. Rare treasures, natural gifts, spiritual roots, handsome men in secret realms, and the path to ascension all chase after her, eager to be given to her. With her master's favoritism and the sect's resources lavished on her, even as a lazy fish, she's still pitiful and adorable.
The junior sister is best at three things: talking big, mocking every hard worker as a try-hard, and lounging comfortably.
And Xia Wanwan is the try-hard she mocks most viciously.
Xia Wanwan is the only descendant of the gods in all creation.
Her divine essence can cleanse all corruption, and cultivating with it will let anyone advance by leaps and bounds and ascend within a hundred years.
When she opens her eyes again, she is back on the day she fails Foundation Establishment and gets scolded by her master. Her upright, noble master sits on the high platform, looking down at her with disappointment. "You are frivolous and impatient, always trying to outdo others. You are not fit for anything important."
Wanwan wipes her face. "Since Master thinks your disciple is foolish, I'll change careers."
She looks toward the white-haired sword cultivator who has just arrived in the corner, still dusty from the road. Ignoring the bone-chilling cold of his sword hilt, she grabs his wrist. "Little Martial Uncle, I want to become a sword cultivator."
In her previous life, the only Little Martial Uncle to ascend through the path of the emotionless Dao slowly blinks, looks at her in confusion for a long while, then agrees.
Master: "Have you decided? There's no turning back."
Wanwan: "Don't worry, Master. Even if I perish, I will never turn back."
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Note from 2022/3/24
Theme: No matter how great the hardship, move forward without fear