After My Villainous Senior Sister Stole My Luck

Wen Chuihan transmigrates into a cultivation novel as a madwoman.

In the original story, the madwoman was the sect’s most talented junior sister. Unfortunately, during a trial, she fell into a trap set by the villainous senior sister, lost all her cultivation, and became mentally unstable, spending her days languishing in the woodshed.

The villain stole her protagonist’s fortune and rose to power, becoming the sect’s number one.

System: “Are you angry? Upset? Do you want to fight back and take back what’s yours as the protagonist?”

Wen Chuihan looks at her nearly crippled body. “Wow. I’m checking out.”

Ideals are beautiful, reality is harsh. On her very first day after transmigrating, Wen Chuihan ruins the villain’s wedding.

Determined to at least die with a full stomach, Wen Chuihan hides in a corner, munching on a piece of pastry.

In the blink of an eye, a beautiful woman in lavish wedding robes appears beside her. Her gentle eyes are fixed on Wen Chuihan.

Wen Chuihan’s heart tightens, so she closes her eyes and braces for death.

Instead, pale, slender fingers tenderly wipe the dirt from her face.

“Is it good?”

“It’s... it’s okay.” Wen Chuihan trembles.

The woman takes her hand and guides it to her own cheek. “Would you like to try something else?”

System: “This is a bewitching technique. Host, don’t let yourself be spell...bound.”

Wen Chuihan hugs the woman’s soft, warm body. “Are you sure?”

The villain really is a villain. No matter how warmly Wen Chuihan treats her, she can’t melt that cold heart.

Having been deceived in both body and heart, Wen Chuihan decides to leave this place of heartbreak and seek peace.

She finds a quiet village and prepares to spend her remaining years in peace.

At night, the broken wooden door of an abandoned temple groans in the wind. The whole temple seems ready to collapse, so Wen Chuihan musters her courage and goes to look.

On the overgrown blue-stone floor stands a woman in white, holding a long sword with blood on its tip. Her eyes are damp as she gazes at Wen Chuihan, lost in a daze.

“Junior sister, please don’t go.”

#The junior sister is pretending to be mad, the senior sister is really mad#

#The protagonist has no logic, and neither do madwomen#

Theme: Love life, love yourself