[Book Transmigration] Not Here for Fun, I’m the Villain

A nameless orphan from the Northern Border, born with a spiritual bone, is lucky enough to be saved by the Sword Saint, who gives him a volume of the Sword Manual. But just as he rejoices, believing he’ll finally have a chance to rise in life, an arrow pins him in the snowstorm. His spiritual bone is dug out, the Sword Manual is stolen, and he freezes to death in the wilderness.

Chen Feixue, a fun-loving soul, is on his way home with milk tea when his blood sugar drops. His vision goes black, then bright again, and he wakes amid a once-in-a-thousand-years blizzard.

The hole in his chest lets the wind pass right through, but the soul of someone from another world bursts from it in brilliant light, forming a line of text before him: Fourteen billion billion in fortune.

This terrifying blessing of fortune keeps his dying body going. He feels no pain and isn’t even cold. He almost wants to sneer: That’s just a fatal wound.

He sits in the wind for three days.

On the first day, Chen Feixue seriously considers how to save himself, then discovers that the Northern Border’s wind and snow have repaired every internal and external injury, restoring him to an ordinary, healthy body.

On the second day, Chen Feixue seriously considers how to avenge the original owner and repay him for the gift of his body. He discovers that the spiritual bone in his chest has grown back, and it even comes with a nameless sword art that leads straight to the peak.

On the third day, Chen Feixue seriously considers how to ruin his enemies’ reputations and make them suffer. He discovers that a memory of this world has appeared in his mind.

It turns out this is a world born from a no-romance cultivation novel.

It turns out the person who killed the original owner was the male lead’s father, and the spiritual bone stolen from the original owner was one of the male lead’s early golden fingers.

It turns out the original owner was supposed to come back to life on his own, become the story’s greatest villain, and spend most of the book loving and fighting the male lead. After dying at his hands, he was even supposed to become a groveling simp for the male lead in an author-written extra.

Well, that makes things simple.

Having transmigrated into a book as the greatest villain in the entire story, Chen Feixue was dealt a devastating blow by the male lead’s father as soon as he arrived. He climbs out of the pit and sets himself a modest little goal: first steal the male lead’s master, then take the male lead’s opportunities, and finally rob him of his reputation, leaving him an ordinary person among the crowd to die in bitter resentment.

*

There’s a common saying in the Ming Realm cultivation world: an obsolete sword cultivator is worth less than a dog.

There are three thousand paths to the Great Dao, and each one leads to the heavens. At the highest level, one becomes a god or an immortal. Only the path of the sword is blocked halfway through the third stage of cultivation, cut off by one person and one sword. Every sword cultivator is stopped by the silhouette on the boundary wall. Try to force your way through, and you’ll be hit with a major sanity-restoration technique from the spirit of his sword. They’re left miserably stuck between lackeys and big shots, while fellow cultivators who came up after them get to show off and kick dust in their faces.

The only answer is that the path of the sword is no easy road. The journey ahead is full of danger and hardship, so everyone should strengthen their foundations before attempting a breakthrough.

Someone doesn’t understand and asks the image on the boundary wall: The world is peaceful now, and we simply cultivate as we should. Where is this danger and hardship?

The image replies: In a world without danger and hardship, I am the danger and hardship for all of you.

The sword cultivators of the world are so enraged by this outrageous remark that they switch paths on the spot.

From then on, the sword path declines, and no more prodigies appear.

Until, hundreds of years later, a sword cleaves the bright moon over Liansong Ridge in two. The layered clouds over distant mountains crack apart, thunder shakes the void, and a torrential rain falls. Heaven and earth celebrate this sword strike.

A streak of sword light arrives after crossing countless mountains and rivers, and fiercely shatters the boundary wall. The young man’s hem is a little dirty as he walks past the three-foot sword blocking his way. Its ringing blade brushes past him, no more than a breeze ruffling his sleeve.

Then the northern wind blows, setting the three thousand Dao bells of the Baixiao Pavilion ringing.

The hearts of the people in troubled times are stirred.

*

“If you’re bad, practice more. If you can’t take losing, don’t play. A fifth-stage body cultivator can’t even last two moves against me, a third-stage sword cultivator. This year, you’re sitting at the kids’ table for New Year’s Eve dinner.”

“You were eighteen that year, sitting in the serving spot on the restaurant’s upper floor like a lackey. You took my nameless sword strike, and today you’re a new legend of the martial world.”

“I know the people at the Baixiao Pavilion make their living with quick tongues and shamelessness, but you can’t be shameless enough to come asking me to slap you with my sword, then gripe that it didn’t hit as hard as last time.”

The sudden swordsmanship prodigy, the great master of snark with a mouth steeped in concentrated sulfuric acid, the transmigrator who lay low for three hundred years, and the lifelong nemesis of the Baixiao Pavilion’s disciples: Mr. Chen Feixue, an introverted, quiet man who doesn’t like to talk, takes up his sword and his role as the greatest villain in the book, and starts tearing out the protagonist’s roots.

Beneath the Baixiao Pavilion, he looks up at the clanging Dao bells.

To dig up chives, you have to get the roots. And to steal someone’s master, of course you start by poaching the male lead’s.

Male lead-focused story. An overpowered great villain blessed with fourteen billion billion in fortune and a fun-loving streak x a true gentleman who has laid down his sword and locked away his heart. The protagonist’s love of mischief comes before everything else. A lighthearted cultivation comedy about transmigrating into a book.

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