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Shi Zhe was the useless little junior sister in a cultivation novel.
She was notorious in her sect for being easy to bully. Her master and the elders despised her, her senior brothers mocked her, and her senior sisters humiliated her in every way. One senior sister once threw her into the mountains for half a month, and she barely survived. The senior sister only got a telling-off: “Don’t do that again.”
Later, her master, the male lead, would sacrifice her to a demon sword to help his white-moonlight heroine prove her Dao.
That was how the plot was written. Shi Zhe knew she didn’t have the heroine’s golden finger and couldn’t change anything.
One day, the System suddenly told her: [There’s a great demon feared by everyone living in the Abyss of Death. According to the original text, the demon becomes a mother for three days on the night of the full moon. No one knows about this.]
Shi Zhe figured that if she could get the great demon’s secret, she could use his power to throw her weight around.
She strapped on her bundle and skipped off to the Abyss of Death. Calling into the darkness, she shouted, “Hey, I know your secret. If you agree to protect me and be my backer from now on, I can help you...”
She hadn’t even finished saying “keep your secret” when a force dragged her inside.
Three days later.
Shi Zhe rubbed her head, sore from bumping it against the headboard, and walked out with pursed lips.
Damn it, you illiterate System! You can’t even tell the difference between two characters. It’s not becoming a mother, it’s becoming a wolf!
Later, the demon sword emerged, and the cultivation sects and Immortal Realm were thrown into chaos. The sword needed a blood sacrifice.
As expected, Shi Zhe became the unlucky substitute for the heroine.
Under the heroine’s smug gaze, Shi Zhe sat helplessly bound to the sacrificial altar.
But when the blade was just millimeters from her, it stopped.
The immense power that had halted the demon sword brought the patriarchs, who had become immortals long ago and not left seclusion in years, rushing out. Everyone was alarmed.
The old men gazed at the man in the clouds, looking down on all things, and spoke with fearful reverence. “Our disciples were ignorant and disturbed your sword. We hope you won’t hold it against them.”
“This is a small matter.”
“May we ask if anything else is weighing on your mind?”
Aside from someone tampering with his sword, they couldn’t imagine what else could make him appear in person.
Chu Jingyu arrived before the sacrificial altar, his demon sword plunged into the earth. The pressure around him made everyone tremble.
The man was arrogant and uninhibited. He bent down and gently stroked the girl’s head. When he looked at her, a smile flickered in his eyes, a private joke only the two of them understood.
“I’m here to be her backer.”
*
“Once I put some medicine on it, it won’t hurt anymore. Don’t worry.” The girl took out the medicine gourd she always carried, carefully blowing on the wound as she dabbed on the medicine.
The great demon: “Aren’t you afraid of me?”
“I am.”
“Then why don’t you get farther away?”
“But you’re in pain too. If you don’t treat the wound, it’ll get infected, and that hurts a lot. I know from experience.”
Those were the words she left behind when she departed the Abyss of Death. For the first time, Chu Jingyu felt the urge to meddle in someone else’s affairs.
[A hard-working flounder who doesn’t know her own strength x an incredibly powerful great demon, neither wholly good nor evil]
#Reading Guide:
1. I don’t know, I think it’s really good. Everyone else writes reading guides, so I’m writing one too.
2. Everyone has different tastes. If it’s not to your taste, you can criticize me, but please don’t remove it from your favorites.
3. The leads will have misunderstandings, but they’ll clear them up quickly.
4. I really think this is great, and the upcoming novel is great too. It’s below ↓
﹌Upcoming Novel
After Pretending to Be Mute and Marrying My Nemesis
The only son of the Duke of Wei returned victorious from battle, and the entire capital turned out to welcome him in a grand and jubilant celebration.
Amid the crowd celebrating and admiring him, Zhu Lin fought her way to the front row.
She stretched out both arms to block the young man’s galloping horse. Looking up at him, she handed him a piece of paper with a sincere, helpless expression: “Lu Jifeng, would you marry me? Please.”
After a long silence came a contemptuous “Tsk” from the triumphant young general, followed by the sound of his horse galloping away.
He took with him the paper on which she had written her request in still-wet ink.
The Zhu family of the Marquis’s household wanted to curry favor and build connections. Her father and stepmother arranged for her to become the concubine of a dissolute heir she had never met. Rumor had it he was a regular at the brothels, and more than ten of his concubines had died from the diseases he brought home.
Zhu Lin detested men like that. She didn’t want to die, either.
Knowing that Lu Jifeng hated her sharp tongue, she pretended to be mute and summoned all her courage to stop his horse in the street.
He was the only person she could turn to for help.
Zhu Lin no longer cared how he would mock her afterward.
She only knew that her last hope had been snuffed out.
The day before Zhu Lin’s wedding, the Duke of Wei personally came to offer betrothal gifts on his son’s behalf. He brought the most extravagant procession and gifts, and stole the bride away.
The whole capital was in an uproar.
Lu Jifeng returned victorious, as proud and flamboyant as ever.
On his way back to the capital, he thought about only three things: reporting for duty, telling his family he was safe, and seeing Zhu Lin, his nemesis of two years, who had never stopped writing letters to mock him.
He’d have to teach her a lesson as soon as he got back.
When he saw her stop his horse and hand him that piece of paper, he was first stunned, then shocked.
What was this supposed to be?
A new trick to toy with his feelings?
He wasn’t falling for it.
When he heard at the victory banquet that Zhu Lin was getting married and had been poisoned into silence, the usually unflappable young man, even on the battlefield, finally panicked. That was when he learned her wedding was tomorrow.
He left the victory banquet before it was over.
#Whatever, I don’t care what she’s up to#
#I’ll play along#
Theme: Anyone with a dream can achieve great things
I've finished reading it, author. I have a lot to say. To be honest, I really like the male and female protagonists, but this plot made me furious. Before I read the article, I looked at the number. It was almost 400,000 words. At that time, I thought what kind of plot it would be. There were actually 400,000 words. What did I see? Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, all on horseback is this kind of plot. I almost thought I was watching a story about the overlord from a few years ago where the male and female protagonists don't talk much. The difference between the male and female protagonists in this story and those overlord stories is that their emotions are more stable. But that doesn't stop me from getting more and more angry as I read. Author, do you know how angry I was when I read chapter 90 and thought that the misunderstanding would be solved, but there were more misunderstandings? I really don't understand why it's necessary to write 400,000 words for such a plot? When I saw Chapter 90, I was really angry and wanted to curse, but I really liked the male and female protagonists and wanted to see them achieve success, so I persisted. Well, I didn't express my feelings until the last chapter. I was so annoyed that I couldn't watch the extra chapter anymore, but I still bought it. After all, I wanted to have a beginning and an end, but I'm still so angry now, really. Is it necessary to write 400,000 words for a plot that is full of misunderstandings from beginning to end? Moreover, this kind of misunderstanding can be solved by talking a lot. I am really convinced 💔. I really like Shi Mei and the emotionally stable male protagonist, but I really can't praise the plot. Author, if you want to write about emotional flow, there is no need to make it all misunderstandings, right? Every time I watch this plot with its mistakes, I really want to hit someone. I wish I could have stopped this kind of plot. Keeping writing like this will only make people scold the male and female protagonists of this article for being talkative. But I like the male and female protagonists very much, so I am reluctant to scold them, but I am really angry. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
I skipped directly to the finale and the misunderstanding was solved. I didn't feel very happy either 😂. I was afraid of all kinds of misunderstandings and the story was dumb.
Although their speed is faster than anyone else, their relationship is more pure than anyone else!!!!!
It's good-looking and there are many misunderstandings, but both of them are a bit stubborn, so misunderstandings are inevitable, but even if there are misunderstandings, they will run towards each other.
There is only one sentence, I want to know the fate of the original male and female protagonists. They made me angry to death when I read this novel [Angry] The kind that makes me angrier the more I think about it in the middle of the night [Angry]
I've finished reading it, it's so sweet and I love it
I've finished reading it, I really like Shi Meier 🤩
This Wuxu and Youxu thing is quite funny. The sect was created to protect the younger sister, but in the end, the sect was not told that the person was the younger sister. He knew that the younger sister couldn't practice, so why did he think that there was an ugly duckling among a bunch of swans, and that duck would be very happy.
Shibao, in this case, I have one last sentence: I will never sleep on the floor again!
There is only one sentence, I want to know the fate of the original male and female protagonists. They made me angry to death when I read this novel [Angry] The kind that makes me angrier the more I think about it in the middle of the night [Angry]