Pretending to Be the Late Immortal’s Beloved

Upcoming novel: I Beg the Entire Cultivation World Not to Let Me Die. If you like it, please add it to your reading list! After transmigrating, Xu Wanci found herself in the role of the villainess in a famous cultivation novel. The villainess was infatuated with the hero and repeatedly targeted and framed the heroine, committing countless evil deeds. In the end, the hero, pushed to his limit, dragged her to the Hall of Justice, where her spiritual root was destroyed and she died miserably. When Xu Wanci looked up after transmigrating, she saw the stern, upright figure of an elder from the Hall of Justice. With her life on the line, Xu Wanci’s mind raced. At last, she dug out a detail that had only appeared once, buried in some obscure corner of the novel. She raised her head and stared at the hero, her voice hollow with utter despair. “I only want to know one thing.” “Is Chu Qingchuan really the reincarnation of Immortal Zhaoyan?” Relying on her knowledge of the original novel and the acting skills she’d honed her whole life, she managed to convince everyone that she was Immortal Zhaoyan’s beloved. A hundred years ago, Immortal Zhaoyan sacrificed himself to save the cultivation world from catastrophe. Every cultivator owed him a karmic debt. And settling one’s karmic debts was essential to attaining the Dao and ascending to immortality. So Xu Wanci not only saved her own life, but also became the key to countless powerful cultivators’ ascension. Watching all those powerful figures treat her like a tool for ascension while showering her with care, Xu Wanci clung desperately to her persona as someone who deeply loved Immortal Zhaoyan, all while training as hard as she could to stay alive. Immortal Zhaoyan liked blue, so from then on, she wore no other color. Immortal Zhaoyan wanted to save the world, so she gave up spiritual treasures without hesitation to save and shelter people everywhere. Immortal Zhaoyan… As Xu Wanci played her part, she obtained countless priceless treasures left behind by Immortal Zhaoyan. She turned around, satisfied, only to find that everyone in the original story seemed a little off. The heroine racked her brains to make her smile. The hero desperately tried to prove he was the reincarnation of Immortal Zhaoyan. Countless side characters treated her as the unattainable love of their lives. And even mighty cultivators were willing to be Immortal Zhaoyan’s substitute? Xu Wanci: Have I… taken this act too far? - A hundred years ago, Xiao Yuyan sacrificed himself to repair the Heavenly Dao. After becoming the new Heavenly Dao, he lost his memories and all his joy and sorrow. He watched indifferently as the cultivation world forgot him, without a single ripple in his heart. Seeing everything Xu Wanci did for him, he looked at her with the impartial pity he felt for all living beings. No matter what she did, no matter what kind of past they shared, he would never remember any of it. But When he saw Xu Wanci risk everything for him once again, all for a casual remark he had made in the past, his tranquil heart stirred for the first time. And later, even the emotionless, desireless Heavenly Dao developed an attachment. He gazed at Chu Qingchuan, who was supposedly born to carry out Heaven’s will, his expression dark. If the Heavenly Dao must favor someone, why shouldn’t it be her? P.S. The heroine’s lies will never be exposed! The hero appears fairly late, around the middle or later. Upcoming novel: I Beg the Entire Cultivation World Not to Let Me Die. If you like it, please add it to your reading list! Blurb: Xie Tingwan was born with the ability to transfer other people’s injuries and illnesses onto herself. After being imprisoned, tortured, and killed, she returned to the day her ability was discovered. She also gained the power to turn the injuries and illnesses she absorbed into cultivation. The more life-threatening the injury or illness, the more cultivation she gained from it. - Reborn, Xie Tingwan turned her attention to the cultivators who had suffered severe injuries, forcing them to abandon cultivation and leaving their lives hanging by a thread. They were prodigies, some once-in-a-millennium geniuses, some former champions of the cultivation world, and others vicious villains twisted by deadly poisons… No one could cure their wounds or poisons. Everyone had given up on them and forgotten them, leaving them to await their inevitable fate. But these people, shunned and avoided by everyone else, were now the supplements Xie Tingwan needed most. Injuries this severe would be enough to raise her cultivation to the highest level. But first, she had to prepare for every eventuality: Carefully test and weigh their character, approach them unobtrusively, and slowly transfer their injuries and illnesses onto herself. Then conceal what she had done, and at just the right moment, reveal the familiar scars on her body, meridians, and sea of consciousness. Xie Tingwan understood human nature deeply, and so she knew exactly how to make use of it. She wanted the cultivation gained from the injuries and illnesses; She wanted to accept all of their guilt and gratitude, too. This time, she would keep her fate firmly in her own hands. * Pei Wushuang had once been the most brilliant genius in the cultivation world, adored by all and revered everywhere. But even the most extraordinary genius became a loathsome burden once they could no longer cultivate. Just when she was ready to give up, a miracle quietly arrived. The injuries that even her most precious treasures couldn’t heal inexplicably began to get better, day by day. She thought it was a miracle granted by Heaven, until one day she saw identical scars on someone else’s meridians. From then on, her sword was raised for one person alone, and for that person alone would it be sheathed. - No one knew that the ruthless, merciless Demon Lord had long been afflicted by nightmare poison. For hundreds of years, the poison that could drive even a Mahayana cultivator mad had never stopped tormenting Chi Jiuyuan for a single day. Until one day, for the first time, he slept through the night without a dream. … At some point, a cultivator named Xie Tingwan appeared in the cultivation world. She had remarkable talent but was frail and sickly. Seeing her cough every few steps and fall ill every five days, many cultivators shook their heads and sighed. A cultivator with no powerful backing like her would soon be worn down and killed by her own body, no matter how talented she was. But later, every cultivator saw Xie Tingwan surrounded by countless powerful figures. When she frowned, the haughty young master of a great clan immediately swallowed his temper. When she coughed, the greatest genius in the cultivation world brought her countless spiritual medicines. When she slept, the mysterious Immortal Lord drew in the purest spiritual energy between Heaven and Earth for her. Even the Demon Lord, rumored to kill without blinking, was gentle and approachable in her presence. Everyone who saw the scene was baffled. Only much later did they, too, join those powerful figures in fervently praying that Xie Tingwan would stay well and live a long life. Theme: There is always a chance for things to turn around