Retired Sword Cultivator, Now Acting Online

A feast of flowers intoxicates three thousand guests; one sword's frosty chill sweeps across fourteen provinces. Ning Shu used to be a sword cultivator, the kind who could break ten thousand spells with a single stroke. Then she transmigrated back to her own world. In this society governed by the rule of law, where the Criminal Law, Civil Law, Administrative Law, Traffic Law, and countless other statutes could bury Ning Shu alive, she couldn't make a living with her old trade anymore. So the sword cultivator retired. But life had to go on. Having transmigrated to a world where she still couldn't afford to eat her fill, Ning Shu turned to the film-directing degree she'd been studying before she transmigrated and began a new career. But why was the male cultivator from the Hehuan Sect who had transmigrated back with her, the one who'd promised they were only fake partners and would split up when they returned to their own world, still clinging to her? Former idol and heartthrob Wen Zeyu gave her a cold smile. "Ha. Liar. That's a sword cultivator's tongue for you." Does a partner you've slept with still count as fake? * Once a former idol, Wen Zeyu transmigrated into a newly initiated male disciple of the Hehuan Sect. Because of the restrictions of his cultivation technique, all the sect's disciples had to choose a powerful cultivator to practice dual cultivation with. He had good taste and immediately picked out the rising star of the sword path: his fellow transmigrator, a person of unwavering righteousness and strict self-discipline. She protected him from harm in a world of filth. She was an idealist, but never an empty talker. Her sword had amazed the entire cultivation world. Did she really think that time they pretended to go along with it and ended up doing it for real was an accident? He wasn't blind. Of course he was going to pull a treasure like her close and keep her for himself. Even after they transmigrated back to the modern world, she couldn't just walk away without taking responsibility. He'd be sticking with her for good, in this life and the last. Upcoming novel: What Bad Intentions Could an Evil Cultivator Have? Please add it to your reading list. [According to statistics, the Hehuan Sect has ranked first in applications for three consecutive years. Is this a change in the cultivation world's tastes amid an economic downturn, or the collapse of morality?] Ning Miaomiao missed a step while rushing to work for her early shift and transmigrated into a minor member of a sword-cultivator family in the cultivation world. Her family was a remnant of the old era, with no place for them in the new one. Evil cultivation is good, evil cultivation is great, evil cultivators shout with glee! Want to succeed? Go mad first. Throw yourself into the pursuit of spirit stones without a second thought. Why be a sword cultivator? Even dogs wouldn't be sword cultivators. Everyone should switch to evil cultivation. Hey! Want to buy a sword? It comes with three simulated skins and sound effects, and uses our family's secret techniques. Great lighting effects, impressive presence. Hey! Want to know if your partner is cheating? Or whether the cultivator you're pursuing is secretly dating someone? Our sword club only takes on high-level matches. You can also learn how to dress like the great masters alongside the club! Hey! We're a family business. Want to enroll in our private school? You'll need to buy a house in our school district first! Li Huaiyuan, a powerful evil cultivator who lived alone, heard that an evil-cultivator clan had recently risen to prominence. He secretly infiltrated the Ning family to learn how to establish and develop a clan. Then, step by step, he went from a novice salesperson to the top seller, and from a rookie gossip reporter to Mr. Li, the most productive journalist. He also successfully married into the Ning family as a live-in son-in-law. Why bother founding an evil-cultivator family? Find one, then join it! Plan accomplished. Upcoming novel 2: Cultivation: Starting with Writing Trashy Romance Novels. Please add it to your reading list. I heard the Sword Sect next door has a naturally gifted sword physique. The sect is overjoyed, but he's fallen in love with his own sister-in-law? A powerful cultivation family is about to arrange a marriage between two clans, but just before the noble young lady joins the new household, it's revealed that she's a fake heiress? A revered Daoist and his lover flee in the night. She runs, he chases: the cultivation world's version of "You can't escape even if you grow wings." Shang Yu transmigrated into the body of an unremarkable sword cultivator. To reach the Great Dao and ascend as soon as possible, she cautiously embarked on the path of writing trashy romance novels. It all began with gathering readers' devotion, an old man in a ring, a failed trashy romance author, and the former Sword Dao Venerable, Di Shitian. Former Sword Dao Venerable Di Shitian: Before my physical body was destroyed, I scorned writing to gather readers' devotion. After it was destroyed: How do I become the greatest author in the cultivation world? Why is writing so hard? Why do my books keep failing? How dare they say what I write is a pile of crap? Huh? I think I've found a writing prodigy. I'll teach you swordsmanship, you teach me to write. We'll split the devotion fifty-fifty. Let's give our fellow Daoists in the cultivation world a shocking dose of trashy romance! Also recommending my friend Nianjiu's How the Tragic Romance Heroine Saves Herself, complete and free to read. Transmigration into a book + self-rescue + romance As the heroine works to break the deadlock, she discovers that the original owner wasn't merely defeated in a clichéd battle over a man. A deeper murderous plot lies hidden beneath the surface. The male lead is a max-level powerhouse with a secret identity. There are no love rivals or misunderstandings in their romance. A lightly ensemble-focused coming-of-age story. Every character gets their own chance to shine. Theme: Live positively, and the road will open up when you least expect it.