The Beautiful Cannon Fodder Relies on Strength to Throw His Weight Around [Book Transmigration]

"Please add my next book, Everyone, Pity Me: The Beauty Steals the Realm! You can find it on my profile. The blurb is at the very bottom. I'm drafting it now. Thanks for your support =3="

Blurb (complete):

They say the eldest disciple of the First Sword Sect has hated someone for ten years.

That person stole his wealth, tried to kill him, and disappeared ten years ago.

Liu Xian transmigrated into a book at the wrong time. Though fate had cast him as cannon fodder, he worked hard to become the greatest immortal, then ran rampant wherever he went. But what goes around comes around, and he ended up locked away.

Then he broke out. As soon as he was free, he started swindling people with a blindfold over his eyes. By a stroke of fate, he met the story's protagonist, tricked him into becoming his disciple, and enjoyed several months of blissful life as a loving master with a filial pupil.

Then he pointed his sword at the protagonist's chest.

"Master, are you going to kill me?" The young man stared at him in a daze, tears of disbelief welling in his eyes.

He nodded, and his sword had already pierced through. The protagonist hit the ground with a thud. Liu Xian grabbed the bags he'd packed in advance and ran for his life, free and happy.

But years later, he went to listen to music as usual. To his surprise, the zither player's tune behind the curtain had changed, full of such sorrow it sounded as if someone in her family had died. He was about to leave when she suddenly emerged from behind the curtain, grabbed him by the belt, and wrapped her arms around him from behind.

Liu Xian froze. The person pressed against his shoulder, breath brushing his ear. A low laugh made his scalp prickle. "Master, I've found you."

This is bad. He's still alive.

I'm just a diligent bit player who gets my tasks done. Why is the protagonist, supposedly driven mad, fixated on me and coming after me for revenge? Shouldn't I have the System to protect me?

Oh, I chopped the System to pieces a long time ago.

The protagonist's still alive. I'm doomed. The cannon-fodder gazed at the heavens in despair.

But this Son of Heaven, so cold and unfeeling, destined to step on him on his way to ascension, didn't run him through with a sword as expected. Instead, he knelt before him, wiped the mud from his shoes, and pleaded in a low voice, "Master, I don't want anything at all... Please don't leave me again, all right?"

*

I gave my heart to the bright moon, but the moon only wants my life.

And I... I want to become an immortal and spend countless millennia with him.

But that goes against Liu Xian's mission!!!

1. Younger gong, 1v1, both are crazy.

2. The shou is a blindfolded beauty who acts like a badass, half-blind, heartless, and nasty. The gong is the original protagonist, seventeen from the start, and grows stronger thanks to plot armor. He's very obedient to the shou (?), but he's actually gone badly astray. He's a hypocritical lovesick fool. Neither of them is a good person.

3. Cultivation ranks: Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Spirit Transformation, Great Ascension, and Tribulation Transcendence. They don't usually matter since the protagonist is ridiculously strong and crushes everyone indiscriminately.

Blurb for Everyone, Pity Me: The Beauty Steals the Realm:

When I was young, my tutor taught me in the countryside that everyone has their own ambitions.

I asked him, "Sir, what is your ambition?" He said he wanted to become the chancellor of Great Liang.

I grinned and said, "Then I want to become the most envied chancellor's wife."

At the pleasure house, a patron praised me for my innocence. He aspired to become a famous general and promised to buy my freedom when he returned victorious from battle.

I pressed my lips together and shyly said, "When I grow up, I hope to become your male concubine, General, and stay by your side until we are old."

I was born weak, and I was always saying things to please people. One day, A Man asked me, "Brother, what about you?"

Some people excelled at literature, others at arms, and they aspired to become ministers or generals. I had only trained a fine pack of wolves, and my ambitions didn't reach far.

I met all sorts of people. They called me by my name, my stage name, or a term of endearment. But none sounded as good as that day when I knelt, covered in blood, in the muddy ground, and heard my tutor call out "Your Majesty" from afar, saying that two pieces of good news had arrived at once.

Afterward, with my beautiful face and the skills I'd learned at the pleasure house, I stole the identity of a prince.

You all pitied me, and unwittingly helped me steal the realm.

I watched, smiling, as the imperial brother who had once mocked me begged to dress me and put on my shoes. The general was brought into the harem as a consort. The Right Chancellor hid on a soft bed behind the Golden Throne, his clothes in disarray. The eunuch with power over nine thousand knelt at my feet, begging for the emperor's favor. I watched the civil and military officials stand below the hall and cry, "Long live the emperor!"

They achieved their ambitions, and so did I.

It's not that I have no heart. I once pitied a few of them, on and off the stage.

If only they weren't vicious wolves that bite, but dogs who wag their tails as soon as they catch my scent.

I'd like them even more.

So, again and again, I pulled out their sharp claws and fangs.

*

As chancellor of Great Liang, Shen Shuxian held the emperor hostage to command the lords and monopolized power for many years.

He had the power to tread on thousands and the wealth to scorn gold and jade. Everyone thought there was nothing left for him to desire, but one obsession had always been engraved in his heart:

If he ever saw that self-serving, heartless person again, he would personally lock him in a cage made of gold and, according to his mood, give him whatever he wanted most.

Theme: Even when the fierce winds rise, never give up on life.