Before she transmigrated, Jiang Yuan was a couch potato. After she transmigrated, she still was.
Above her in the sect were the senior sister and senior brother, whose zither and sword could cut through frost and dazzle the sun and moon. Below her was her sixth junior brother, gifted beyond compare, able to defeat stronger opponents and sweep aside his peers. The other senior brothers and sisters around her were talented too, with formidable cultivation and renowned expertise throughout the cultivation world.
So she had every right to lie around, and spent her days eagerly gossiping.
Until demonic cultivators broke through the Xuan Yan Sect. Flames raged everywhere, magnificent towers collapsed, the sky shattered, and her fellow disciples sacrificed themselves in a blood ritual. She could do nothing. Her senior brother's figure melted away like snow beneath the scorching light of the Mortal World Bell, and Jiang Yuan understood his lips: Run, idiot.
She was consumed by regret and grief.
Jiang Yuan was reborn. She had returned from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood to seek a different ending from her previous life. This time, she would protect every person dear to her.
Thankfully, they were all still here. She wouldn't have to fight alone.
Senior Brother: “Why are you suddenly being so nice to me, Junior Sister?”
Jiang Yuan said lazily, “Because you're a good person, Senior Brother.”
Senior Brother: “...?”
Oblivious couch-potato heroine who finally gets her act together x petty, pampered, sickly male lead
*Not your typical cultivation story, and it doesn't make much sense.
*I couldn't find anything to my taste, so I wrote my own.
Theme: Fate is like the wind. We are born to walk against it.
