I Really Don't Want to Be a Big Shot

In his fifth year of survival, Jiang Mi's little notebook recorded the following tips:

1. I transmigrated;

2. This is a cultivation world, and I can cultivate;

3. I have a golden finger that lets me see other transmigrators' Systems;

4. As you can tell from point 3, this world has been transmigrated into so many times it's like a sieve. Everyone has a System (except me ^_^);

5. Transmigrators are being driven out by all the cultivation organizations working together (additional note: they've noticed the existence of Systems and may be secretly researching them);

6. Don't get discovered;

7. Keep a low profile;

8. Keep a low profile;

13. Jun Muzhi looked at me;

14. Jun Muzhi looked at me again;

15. Jun Muzhi is the young master of the Jun family, the most promising genius among the four great divine bloodline clans to awaken divine blood. Dangerous;

16. He found me. Kill him;

21. We teamed up...

P.S.

1. Not a traditional cultivation story. More plot-focused, and quite long;

2. The heroine is meticulous and grows over time. The hero appears rather late;

3. Recommended: I Picked Up a Male Flower God, a cozy fairy-tale story, complete;

4. Recommended: Senior Brother Is Looking for an Extra, upcoming;

5. Recommended: The Miaojiang Girl and Her Sickly Husband, upcoming;

6. I'll keep working on the blurb;

Senior Brother Is Looking for an Extra

Blurb:

I'm an ordinary passerby, the most ordinary one in a cultivation novel.

I have no talent, no connections, and no lucky encounters.

Every day, I carry water, pull weeds, and tend the spiritual fields. During breaks, I listen to my coworkers praise Senior Brother.

Senior Brother is exceptionally talented, elegant and radiant, and the most handsome man in the world.

He has countless admirers, but he only loves his junior sister.

This story has nothing to do with me.

But Senior Brother once saved me.

It wasn't anything special. Senior Brother has saved countless people. I'm just an inconspicuous passerby.

Still, I joined the Senior Brother fan club.

Every day, I compete with my coworkers to see who can praise Senior Brother the most extravagantly.

I thought life would go on like that.

Carry water, pull weeds, tend the spiritual fields, and praise Senior Brother. If I still hadn't advanced by thirty, I'd go down the mountain, buy a plot of land, and grow vegetables and raise chickens.

After all, I don't know how to do anything but farm.

One day, a disciple covered in blood brought back the news:

Senior Brother had died.

My coworkers were stunned. How could that be?!

Exactly. How could that be?

The sect had sent people out to search five times, but they hadn't even found Senior Brother's bones.

I heard the junior sister had cried until she fainted, the sect leader's hair had turned white in a few places, and every woman in the sect had their periods delayed from grief.

I was halfway through grieving when I suddenly remembered my period was due at the end of the month.

It was the middle of the month.

Sadness aside, life had to go on.

Hardly anyone in the sect mentioned Senior Brother anymore, but I had a dream.

In the dream, Senior Brother saved me.

I sat by my bed all night and came to a realization.

People should be grateful.

Even a passerby is a person.

So I packed my things, took a mission to go down the mountain, and set out to find Senior Brother.

I didn't tell anyone. I was afraid they'd laugh at me.

I spent three months at the summit of the mountains and seas.

It was buried under snow, a vast white emptiness. There was nothing there, not even a body, let alone Senior Brother.

My cultivation was weak, I had no experience, and I slipped into an icy lake.

I thought I was done for.

I had a few regrets before I died.

Although Senior Brother had saved me, and although I liked him just a little,

when it came down to it, my life was still a little more important than Senior Brother's.

I didn't die.

I even found Senior Brother's body.

The monsters had hung us from the cave ceiling like strips of dried meat.

The sect disciples who hadn't made it back were hanging there too.

They had been frozen into pillars of ice.

The monsters were tired of eating frozen meat and wanted something fresh.

I was dragged out, a knife poised eagerly against my neck.

The monster boss stared at me for a while, then suddenly burst out laughing, pounding the table.

I thought it was happy because it had come up with a new way to eat me.

Sure enough, it wanted my heart.

I traded my heart for Senior Brother's body.

People die without their hearts.

I didn't die.

It hurts so much.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts...

Can the living really feel pain like this?

Or am I already dead?

I must be dead.

People can't live without hearts.

I put Senior Brother's heart into my chest.

It was beating.

Senior Brother wasn't dead, and neither was I.

How wonderful.

Senior Brother had lost his sight and hearing, and his spiritual channels were blocked. He couldn't whisk me back to the sect.

How sad.

I lied to him.

I said my name was Xiao Lu.

After all, people die without their hearts.

And I was alive, and Senior Brother was alive too.

I spent all my savings on a house, then planted vegetables and raised chickens in front of it.

I could kill one chicken a day to help Senior Brother recover.

Senior Brother said he liked me.

It seemed the chickens I'd bought weren't ordinary chickens.

Senior Brother had eaten too many.

He'd gotten overnourished.

Senior Brother said he wanted to take me back again.

He didn't mention his junior sister or ask how he'd been saved.

Senior Brother must have realized the heart was his and wanted to trick me into going back so he could dig it out.

I touched my chest. I couldn't bear to part with it.

People can't live without hearts.

I ran away.

I took all the chickens with me.

These weren't ordinary chickens. They could fetch a good price.

I could buy another house and keep growing vegetables and raising chickens.

I couldn't buy a house, and I couldn't grow vegetables or raise chickens.

A fellow disciple who was heading down the mountain saw me selling chickens and said they'd thought I'd died at the foot of the mountain.

I returned to the sect.

I went back to carrying water, pulling weeds, and tending the spiritual fields.

During a break, my coworker said Senior Brother had returned.

They all said

that the junior sister had saved Senior Brother.

Bullshit.

I was furious.

I was the one who traded my heart for him.

Liar.

Theme: Keep striving to grow, even when you're in desperate circumstances.