After I Transmigrated Into a Book, I Put on an Acting Show with the Man I Picked Up

Upcoming: Will Buddha Ignore Clickbait Accounts? and The Demon Lord's Erasure Notes

Completed: Winning the Villain's Dark Moonlight by Going Crazy

A shamelessly charming con artist x a supposedly “useful” avenger with a hidden dark side. Also known as Mr. and Mrs. Smith's Diary of Disasters

Cen Yaoyao transmigrated into a book, becoming the tragic romance heroine in a cultivation novel: her father didn't love her, her mother didn't care for her, she had a scumbag fiancé, and she was destined to miscarry and have her golden core dug out.

Her: ...

She wouldn't even let herself go hungry. Dig out her golden core? As if.

She started thinking about how to escape. Just then, she came across a gravely wounded but far too handsome and fragile-looking man.

She smiled innocently. "Young master, you've been so badly hurt. Why not stay until you've recovered before leaving?"

Qi Chengjiu, who had been planning to stay, paused. He went along with it and lay back down, carefully revealing the bloody marks on his cheek.

"Then I thank you, Miss."

She began planning her escape. First, she'd break character to end things with her scumbag fiancé, then adopt a new persona and "elope" with the man.

She was determined to succeed and gave it everything she had. At last, she managed to escape, never expecting

"And where do you think you're going, Miss?"

In the bridal chamber, Cen Yaoyao was trapped by layers upon layers of spells, unable to move. A pair of cold jade bangles had left red marks around her wrists.

Forced to look up, she met a pair of beautiful eyes filled with possessiveness.

Qi Chengjiu leaned close to her red lips, brushing them almost imperceptibly as he spoke.

"Didn't you say you would marry me?"

Cen Yaoyao: ...

She turned away. "You were acting, and so was I. We both know the truth. Why would we get married?"

"But I meant it."

Qi Chengjiu pulled her back, pressing her close until not even a sliver of space remained. His voice was hoarse. "I meant it."

The Cen family was a century-old cultivation sect, renowned throughout the cultivation world.

But in a single day, its head was brutally killed and half the family was wiped out. No one knew why. All they knew was that the culprit was a demon-like young man.

Rumor had it that he was first taken in by the Cen family's famously spoiled eldest daughter.

PS: A light, sweet romance, with all my personal preferences let loose. To those who demand strict logic: I'm sorry. Happy ending, both leads are devoted only to each other.

Blurb written on September 20, 2024, screenshot saved.

Upcoming 1: Will Buddha Ignore Clickbait Accounts?

The mythical beast Zouyu can travel a thousand li in a day and is an auspicious creature.

When Xing Qian transmigrated into a book, she thought so too, until she was sent to the Buddhist sect to be "saved."

Xing Qian: ?

It turned out she was an accursed auspicious creature. In other words, a walking disaster.

A disaster, huh?

Can anything be worse than a clickbait account? :)

So she took up her old trade again, using her bug-like ability to travel a thousand li a day to gather the juiciest gossip, then making up even more.

Does the top sword cultivator have eight wives?

Is the number one cultivator in the sect actually a man in women's clothes?

The Demon Venerable doesn't even bathe!

The Buddhist sect's holy son actually...

"Actually what?"

The man in a half-worn kasaya had a compassionate look in his eyes. Unhurriedly, he used his prayer beads to bind her hand to the edge of the bed.

His nearly translucent fingertips slipped open her collar.

Xing Qian blushed scarlet. "Mo Wu, you've broken your vows."

So this is how you're supposed to save me?

Mo Wu was a Buddhist holy son. He spun his prayer beads, recited the Buddha's teachings, and saved all living beings. But he had never believed in Buddha.

No one knew where he came from.

Twenty years ago, during the shocking "human beast-fighting arena" incident that rocked the cultivation world, he was the only survivor.

When he was surviving in a mountain of corpses, where was Buddha?

But later

When Xing Qian was forced by everyone to mend the heavenly rift, and he gave everything he had but still couldn't hold on to her

He believed.

There were 8,888 steps. He climbed them one after another.

He knelt with every step, his knees smeared with blood and grime.

I'm the demon wearing the face of a god. I'm the one who deserves to die. I should be the one in the endless hells.

Can you let her come back?

(The heroine fakes her death.)

Upcoming 2: The Demon Lord's Erasure Notes

Sunny, warm-hearted heroine x a demon lord who wants nothing more than to die

As a newcomer at the transmigration bureau, Chao Xi's first mission was to go to a small world and erase a bug. The bug was said to be exceptionally stubborn. Many senior agents had failed, so they had no choice but to give a newcomer a try and hope for a miracle.

She looked through the files and thought it couldn't be that hard. It was just an ordinary cultivation world. Then the day came

Nameless fragments floated over vast stretches of wasteland. On the ground were ghostly figures she'd never seen before, eight-legged snakes, three-headed dogs, and humans fused together.

Amid the bizarre, absurd landscape stood a mountain made of stone, with someone sitting atop it.

She approached step by step, and the person slowly turned around. His hair hung loose, his skin was exceptionally pale, and his eyes drooped slightly. He looked like nothing more than a handsome young man.

But his pale eyes were utterly lifeless, devoid of hope and vitality, as if he were cut off from everyone.

He said, "Can you kill me? Whoever you are, please kill me."

Her fingertips trembled. The mission scroll, about to disappear, showed the bug's name: the demon lord Mu Qi.

Below it was a line in bold red: Do not take pity on him. He is not human. I'll say it again: do not take pity on him. He is not human!

She took pity on him. She couldn't kill him.

She wanted to save him, too.

Day after day, year after year, time had no meaning in the desolate northern frontier. Mu Qi didn't know how long he'd been imprisoned there, but time didn't matter anyway. All he wanted was to die.

As a monster whose nature he couldn't even identify, he deserved to die. He was waiting for someone who could kill him.

Until Chao Xi appeared. She smiled, a shallow dimple in her right cheek, her eyes curved like crescent moons, completely out of place in the desolate northern frontier.

She'd come to kill him, yet she asked, "Mu Qi, do you want to get out of here?"

She led him out. She took him across mountains and rivers, through the human world, and finally brought him before those people.

She should have wanted him dead, just like they did, but she protested indignantly: "What did Mu Qi do wrong? You're the ones in the wrong! What gives you the right to keep him imprisoned?"

At that moment, when his heart was suddenly gripped tight, a thought came to him. He hated being a weapon more than anything, but right then, he wanted to be her blade.

He wanted her to be the one to break him, and to stain herself with his blazing blood.

Theme: Sincerity is the ultimate weapon