A Guide to Winning Over the Supporting Villainess of the Hehuan Sect

★★★ A heroine who seems innocent but is secretly wicked, wicked, wicked

Premise: [Affection raises cultivation] [No male-lead harem drama] [Sexual conquest and a groveling arc warning] [Lots of targets to win over]

Meng Suiyun followed the last wishes of the woman he loved and ventured into the mortal world to look after her parents. He never expected that the parents of his unrequited love would be so calculating, trying to foist her half-sister on him.

The woman had the naturally weak and scheming air of someone who made your stomach turn just by looking at her.

Meng Suiyun agreed without showing his feelings, though inside he was utterly repulsed.

Her aptitude was poor, so after bringing her back to the sect, he casually left her in the outer sect. But she wouldn't take no for an answer. She came to Chaoyang Peak every day to see him, and even insisted on joining him during their training, shamelessly claiming she would protect him.

He was a peerless genius, a core disciple of the Tianxuan Sect and one of the Twelve Prodigies of Liuyun. She was nothing but a good-for-nothing with five spirit roots. What gave her the nerve to say she would protect him?

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Meng Suiyun was the Tianxuan Sect's most promising core disciple, gentle and refined, handsome as jade. Countless female cultivators admired him.

Yet he always turned them down with perfect courtesy, showing cold disdain only toward Shen Fuying.

Shen Fuying knew Meng Suiyun didn't like her.

He didn't like her weakness. He didn't like her clinginess.

He would knock to the ground the morning dew she had worked so hard to gather, and scorn her sincere feelings in harsh words.

But so what?

During another secret-realm expedition, a Xumi Beast suddenly burst into the muddy pool in the forest. The crazed beast's gaping maw was right before them, its stench of blood filling the air as its claws tore through space. At that critical moment, Meng Suiyun fled with his junior sister in his arms, without sparing Shen Fuying a single glance.

Only after watching them disappear did Shen Fuying quietly use a secret technique to evade the Xumi Beast. She fabricated countless wounds, then coughed up blood and collapsed as she emerged from the secret realm.

Someone put an arm around her shoulders. The long, strong hand had spent years gripping a sword. She fell into an embrace, overcome by an ethereal, clear scent like rain and mist.

Shen Fuying looked up and saw a familiar face. Her heart relaxed, and mist clouded her autumn-water eyes as tears of grievance fell.