Though a Villain, I Got a Happy Ending with the Righteous Sect Leader

New Story: After Bringing Home a Fallen Sword Saint, a slow-burn healing story.

Blurb (an older-style story, so read at your own discretion, everyone. Feel free to check out the upcoming stories in the announcement~)

Sun Ying transmigrated into a wuxia novel she had only read two-thirds of.

The good news was that she was still alive.

The bad news was that she had become the doomed villain of the book: the daughter of the Linghua Pavilion Master, who shared her name.

A sacrificial character whose sect was slaughtered, whose personality changed completely, and who eventually fell into evil ways and was killed by the heroine herself.

Before her eyes, flames soared over Linghua Pavilion, and corpses littered the ground.

She had thought that, in a wuxia world, she could at least make a name for herself as a future villain. Instead, she couldn't even use the martial arts of this body.

But Sun Ying refused to believe fate was set in stone.

She cleared her name, protected her sect's treasure, and fought villains across the martial world. Step by step, she finally changed her death ending.

What she never expected was that Xie Lanqing, the head of the Lingyi Sect, who had come through the plum blossoms beneath the moonlight to save her, would become her greatest variable.

He said, "I believe you."

He said, "You're a young woman. Of course you would dislike being spoken of that way."

With lantern after lantern, he chased away the nights she feared the dark.

The sect's ancestral precept: Lingyi and Linghua must never fall in love.

Yet she fell for this aloof, gentle man.

But she knew, too, that some feelings were destined to be buried in her heart.

The emperor was incompetent. To overthrow the tyrant and save the innocent, she was forced to marry into the imperial family and become the third prince's secondary consort.

On their wedding night, beneath the bright red candles, the one who came to her was not the third prince, but Xie Lanqing, who had already lost control.

Everyone in the martial world said Sect Master Xie was disciplined and proper, untouched by worldly desires.

Only she knew that this handsome, seemingly aloof sect master had a terrifyingly strong possessive streak.

1v1, single-couple romance, alternate setting, with an old-school feel. The heroine comes out on top in the end.

After Bringing Home a Fallen Sword Saint

A slow-burn healing story.

Resilient ordinary heroine vs. aloof sword cultivator hero

Shen Tian was born into the cultivation world, but as an ordinary person with no chance of cultivating immortality.

Fortunately, her parents loved her and the neighbors got along well. She ran a small family shop and lived a warm, peaceful life.

She had thought things would stay quiet and uneventful, but one day she came across a bloodied man at the foot of a mountain.

Seeing that he was still breathing, Shen Tian couldn't bear to leave him there, so she brought him home.

But when the man woke up, the first thing he did was raise his life-bound sword to slit his own throat.

Shen Tian couldn't help herself. She slapped him.

Only later did Shen Tian learn that the man she'd hit was Pei Anxun, a sword cultivator who had once stood at the pinnacle of the sword path and been just one step away from ascending.

He had failed his tribulation and shattered his Dao heart. Even his own father had cast him out of the sect. Everyone pitied him and laughed at him as a good-for-nothing.

Shen Tian alone didn't see him that way.

She saw only a person covered in wounds who was still struggling to breathe, clumsily learning how to "live."

Her friend teased Shen Tian, saying she'd picked herself a fine husband.

Shen Tian thought that she couldn't cultivate immortality and had a limited lifespan. She was just an ordinary mortal woman, and a heaven-blessed prodigy like Pei Anxun, who stood at the pinnacle of the immortal sects, would never fall for her.

But she had no idea that the taciturn man had long since made room for no one else in his heart.

Theme: If all you do is think and never act, you'll never accomplish anything.