Zhuo Shengyue transmigrates into a xianxia novel as the dark-moonlight supporting female character who keeps digging her own grave.
She has the looks, the talent, and the background. The only problem is that she's petty. She could have followed the script of a phoenix-like heroine, but instead she chooses to compete with the female lead for the spotlight and get involved in a melodramatic fight for favor. In the end, she is framed, abandoned by everyone, and cast into the Demon Realm.
By the time Zhuo Shengyue arrives, this character's story is already over. In everyone else's eyes, she's dead, so there's no need to fret over what happened before.
"Oh." Zhuo Shengyue gives a cold look after hearing the System's consolation.
If the story is already over, what did she come here for? They make it sound as if she's already dead.
What should she do...?
Of course... save the world.
According to the System, a great calamity will befall this world five hundred years from now. The Heavenly Dao will collapse, all living things will suffer, and immortals, demons, humans, and spirits across the four seas and eight lands will all be affected.
If Zhuo Shengyue can save the world, she'll attain the Dao and live forever.
System: Other cultivators spend their whole lives chasing after magical treasures, refining pills, and braving secret realms, yet still can't attain the Dao after a thousand years. You're from another world, and you've succeeded in just five hundred. You should be happy.
Zhuo Shengyue: "You mean after I've already died."
System: ...
Zhuo Shengyue: "Back home, living to a hundred is already an extravagant hope. Five hundred years is a bargain. I'm satisfied."
System: ...What if the Host can't be bothered to try!!!
Of course, Zhuo Shengyue is only saying that. Who wouldn't want to live forever and roam the world freely instead of settling for just five hundred years?
But the very first step toward saving the world hits a wall.
In the Demon Realm, she finds a blind cultivator who has lost his memory. He's quite handsome but too frail to take care of himself. Zhuo Shengyue can put up with all that, since the System has asked her to save him. But the System never said he was out of his mind.
To keep him from acting up, Zhuo Shengyue decides it's safer to let him stay blind. She says coolly, "To treat your eyes, I must use my family's secret art. When I first learned it, I swore before my ancestors never to teach it to anyone but family."
Chu San (she found him on the third day of the lunar month) brings his hands together in an elegant bow. "Godmother!"
"..." A vein throbs in Zhuo Shengyue's forehead.
If Chu San had simply called her "wife," she would have thought he was normal.
Expressionless, Zhuo Shengyue pulls two calming talismans from her robes. She sticks one on herself and gives him the other. "Good boy, here's your red envelope."
At least she isn't losing out.
Theme: Those who do good will naturally be blessed and protected by Heaven